Oke Christopher

Rookie (ibadan, Nigeria)

Will Of God - Poem by Oke Christopher

I thought me strong,
But I was wrong.
I thought I held might,
But it took flight.
I thought I stood on discipline!
But I found me out of line.
I ascribed to me power,
But it withered, a fickle fleeting flower.
All power belongs to God.
He sits on Heaven,
Above planes numbered seven,
Doing as He will, He is God.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 6, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, September 9, 2013

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