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Updated on October 17, 2015


Sitting still, I hear a thunderous whip
against my spine as I felt so loved by him.
A testimony is never sane...this one must require faith....I attest that today, the saints' prayers are everlasting like water...Spirit filters me from shudders.
I hear halleluyah from my mother.
I scream a plea.
Let me worship
you Lord, My King.
Death pleads for life for me...
I remember when death would not leave me be.
Greatly to be praised is He...
"I am that I am," he speaks.
Halleluyah cannot become free like salt it is
stained on my lips.


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      Idiyatu Akande 2 years ago

      Thanks everyone. Im glad I was able to share this poem.

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      whonunuwho 2 years ago from United States

      Wonderful poetry and so inspirational. Well done my friend. whonu

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      Surabhi Kaura 2 years ago


      What a beautiful poetry! God bess :)