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Peter Adelakun Poem
Considered to be an ordinary wood
Was the cross at Golgotha where it stood
On which there lay a man with bad mood
Who was thought not to be fully good
On the cross came the strength that sought
For all those who are weak to have a thought
Of being free from him by whom they were bought
And become His friend who turned satan's plan to nought
On the cross was made public our healing
Through Jesus who for us is still waiting
To believe in God before whom He is now pleading
For all the sinners who into salvation are still coming
On the cross man has an encounter with righteousness
Bringing him into his rightful place of brightness
And having had the heavenly taste of holiness
He is able to maintain with his maker a sense of closeness
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Peter Adelakun Poem
It squeezes all hope
Like something tied down with a rope
Giving one a name such as a dope
Alas! Who with this can cope
It makes a life journey very bad
Leaving one with a mind that feels so bad
Here a child isn't bold enough to call his dad
While any man would love to see his lad
Like an honour it bestows on man shame
Which stands in the way of one's fame
It disables the power of the mind as though a lame
Being hindered to play his life's game
Our progress it loves to bog
By defeating one's confidence through its cog
It's as wicked as a ferocious dog
Oh that it would fall off like a log
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From his gloomy place he appears
Standing at the threshold of man's heart
To book a place in his thoughts and deeds
And forever become the king of his soul
How he comes around like a friend
Pretending as though the trusted one
But launching his good but deadly plots
Capable of enslaving the power of human will
His counsel is a killer
And his advice a proven poison
In him lies nothing like the truth
That one should embrace his offer
From the beginning he was a skillful deceiver
Presenting ungodliness in a godly way
Satan is the man we must not befriend
For his friendship is an agent of HELL!
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Peter Adelakun Poem
It presents itself as being beautiful
Adorning its lips that they may appear graceful
Even the wise declare it is greatly helpful
But till eternity it remains highly decietful
Man's eyes it would blindfold
There consciousness to realse it might have sold
Promising all to reward in tenfold
Yet sending them out into the cold
In the daytime it does one no good
Now it covers its face with a hood
As fire overshadows some wood
Be careful lest you eat its poisonous food
It disrobes man of his honesty
And regards not the rich and his majesty
Love it not you who befriend modesty
For it surely treads the path of dishonesty
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Peter Adelakun Poem
He counsels like no other
His leadings are beyond wonder
Always caring than any mother
He is loving like a sincere father
Through the heart of man He searches
The truth we need to hear He teaches
Out to the unloved He reaches
The true way to life He preaches
In Him lies the power to guide
Those who are not yet Christ's bride
Saving those that are affected by the devil's tide
And bringing them unto God's side
The lost in the world He leads to the altar
And to the thirsty He shows the living water
He is able to remould man's life like a potter
Always feeding the hungary with heavenly butter
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Peter Adelakun Poem
That you are not as good as Tyson,
Doesn't make you a failure for any reason.
And in a bid to raise a champion in every season,
Your Maker has called you to be chosen.
God says you can win the fight,
Against him who has darkened your light.
And your days can again be bright,
Only if you will claim back your right.
You can put your failure to flight,
Through Christ who has given you the might.
Weeping may tarry for the nigfht,
Your morning will always be all right.
You are a champion indeed,
Created by God who has a seed.
Planted in the soil without a weed,
To provide for every champion's need.
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Peter Adelakun Poem
Life's mountains are said to be tall,
By those who think they would fall.
And without getting to the top at all,
They are fond of making some call.
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Peter Adelakun Poem
They are singers who sing
Influence of great worth they bring
To those that see them as a king
How their songs comfort like rain in spring
They are speakers who speak
Unto whose words man's heart loves to stick
Like some stew prepared for the tongue to lick
How their speeches mould life as though with a brick
They are writers who write
Whose pen knows the way that is right
Teaching the mind to receive the light
That comes through those writings which make one bright
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Peter Adelakun Poem
There inside a man lies a real gem
But how unfortunate, this
Man does not see
It lies untouched like an untapped treasure
Its value surpasses the glory
Of the human face
And speaks better things
Than man's outward appearance
It is more precious than jewel
And sparkles better than finest gold
Through it is the real man revealed
And by it is life lived well
This is the unfading beauty
Of a gentle and quiet spirit
Oh how great is its worth
In God's sight!
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In her womb they all strongly contend,
For that which she would jealously defend.
Totally in their thought have they torn her apart,
But only to mistake her for one that is not smart.
For her in haste have they laid an ambush,
That she might die in their destructive bush.
Daily they seek to murder her precious progress,
And always planning her fall in their 'glorious' congress.
Her peace they almost murdered like a criminal,
And her very life ill-treated as though abnormal.
Ho! How NIGERIA in her unity has remained unbroken,
Even in the face of the attacks suffered she in the open.
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