Hills And Crosses
Hills & Crosses
I hung myself on a cross
To atone for my works
An attempt on my soul
To rid him off of his unwholesomeness
To cut off the tree of transgressions,
I continously ate of its fruit thereof
There was a darkness in us
And I have had mine with me for the longest
It had been my loyal friend; an addiction
A plague
A bomb under the heat of my numerous sins
In the mid of my youth
I wanted control, a state of freedom
From a friend who had coiled it's parasitical tentacles over my mind
Every night, she made love to my body
With a burning lamp beside her,
She burnt passionately in my lust accepting offering of my soul on her altar
It was more metaphysical than it was ordinary
What was just an unholy affair, turned out to a series of nightmare
She was beautiful, an appealing sight for my lonely and empty mind
She transgressed my soul, cut off my tongue, made it unholy before God
She locked herself blameless behind the wall of my heart, and my body her tabernacle.
No one told me her lies
Her truth drowned in my consciousness
And tortured my conscience against God
Constantly pulling me away from yahweh's mercy into a dark-stained pit of the seven hells.
"Oh how I needed saving", I prayed.
The preacher man called him Jesus, yes!, the man who barged open the door
Who rode down into my pit, into my hell, and said He was Lord and shone with great lights
He was clothed with a thousand beads of pure light
Each gifting my natural mind with sight, for the first time
He pulled me from hell and gave me his seat on his glorious throne
He didn't mind my rags and my stench of iniquity
He renewed my mind and made me one with the saints
No one knew my past, cos he buried it on the hill to the cross
He named me blamless and called me favour
Ohhhh......my eyes bursted in eternal gratitude giving way to sincere grateful tears
He gave me the keys to his kingdom after dethroning HER.
And everyday, His mercy renews every morning
He didn't have to enslave me, but gave me freedom
To choose, to win and to conquer
For the first time, I'm not in darkness
For the first time, I didn't need to battle with sickness, defeat, failure or sin
He had given me dominion over the system of my world
And crowned, lifted me to the highest place of authority
He left me with a gift in my right hand: His NAME
It's more like a password, a key, a code and a currency
To live and walk triumphantly on this earth and the world beyond
All hail the king, my messiah
My friend, my Lord.
Lord Jesus, the Christ.
Writer: Ibeazor Chimezie Samuel
Copyright © Daniel Samuel | Year Posted 2024
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