Rising From The Ashes Poem by Qiniso Mogale

Rising From The Ashes



Burnt by fiery furnaces
Burnt beyond repairs
Burnt beyond recognition
Burnt beyond redemption
All these according to enemies
Burnt to ashes
But I rise from the ashes.

Left for dead
Utterly destroyed
Totally devastated
Condemned and damned
Having been declared dead and buried
Burnt to ashes
I rise from the ashes.

It's not over until God says so
My God is the source of life
He is a God of resurrection
He brings what is dead back to life
He raised Lazarus
He delivered Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego
He is a God of impossibilities
So although I have been burnt to ashes
I am rising from the ashes.

Friday, July 21, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: modern
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