Paul; The Old Has Gone, The New Has Come Poem by EZEKIEL HARUNA DANBAKI

In his presence did they murder Stephen
Stoned him like one with crime of treason
Livid with rage, he travelled around
His poor restless soul no sleep has found


His eyes full of malice disdained disciples preaching
Door to door ensuring no one is teaching
But believers failed not to meet day or night
The Lord Jesus Christ is their power and might

His passion to tear the church rose and soared
As with rage and bitterness he coursed and roared
Breathing murderouse threats upon the Lord's saints
The persecution saga continued to ascend

Part 2
Saul, the Jewish scholar was his alpha name
He and his team together played this awful game
The church crashing down was his only aim
And records of saints he jailed earned him fame

When light unfolded and here a new day to spend
Saul had a bath and to Damascus he went
And with him were men following as without sense
Scheming and planning ignoring the consequence

Going onward and with Damascus in sight
Suddenly from Heaven robbed him of his sight, a light
Confessed he lay betwixt city and road
A beam used of God smote same as a rod

Saints led him by hand not to vengeance but to nurse
As three days blindness in hunger pangs was the course
The saints were happy and glad to say
'saul, the persecutor is now in the family way'

His passion to break the Church chilled cold like ice
The Lord directed Ananias to heal his blinded eyes
For he is chosen vessel not anymore saul
But one the saint brothers delight to call paul

Part 3
This is the tale of paul the Lord's new friend
For him pots steamed, and he dined back his strength
In streets and synagogues paul was bold enough to say
'Jesus the Christ is the Truth and the way

His faith waxed hot and he utter without fear
Heads of the sanhendrin thought this was not fair
'once loyal Saul now a Christ believer? '
'oh! He must die' they vowed to deliver

From Antioch to Cyprus down to paphos did he preach
Paul was with passion for the heathens to reach
'Perga to pisidia to Iconium to Lystra and Derbe saving more
Over hills and dales there was more to sow

Destitute, despised, yet, the goodnews spread
Shipwrecked, flogged, jailed, lo, the message shared
The world put behind and the cross taken
Old life laid dead and the new awoken