This Year
Spiral and spiral on a spot like barber's seat;
A step forward a step moving in the rear.
When shall I zealously confront this heat?
Things must not be the same again this year.
Now I shall hold my loin and change the gear.
My anointing shall wash every spell away;
The Lord has said it is my year of ascension,
Where there is God certainly there is a way.
Moving to the next level is my year decision,
With God it shall be in geometric progression.
This year only with Lord I will collaborate;
On my path angels shall remove every brake.
I shall therefore have course to celebrate;
When my life becomes my Lord's stake
With smile I shall cut the winning cake.
Copyright © Kayod5 Kayode | Year Posted 2015
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