Progress Of The Gospel Poem by Alex Adeoye

Progress Of The Gospel



Even it happens here in my nose
If I shout from the back of
Congregation where I sat
with my bible close to me,
As God is close to my mind,
Nobody will hear...
Close to my mind
Is the conditions of the poor worshipers
Whose joy is everyday promises
Whereas their issues and conditions
Has been taking care of in Christ love
But men in their wisdom
Are committed to spreading the gospel
To the word without the people in mind.
I know my God is not a part to this.

Imagine, in the name of God
We came together, we prayed
Together, things worked
Progress came to the gospel
We are happy for it, some made it big
Some made it little,
but not all are out to make it at all, no matter how
Inequality you would say,
your thought is as good as mine.

After the finish of the first church
Let the workers be well fed
Before breaking another ground
I think the poor's issues shouldn't be postponed
They are part of the gospel, not the buildings
The welfare of the congregation is the progress of the gospel.

Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: progress
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Welfare of the worshippers
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