Hopelessness
A man with dreams to be great
Was sold as a slave to a foreign land
Purchased by a cabinet minister
Fell out of favour with his master’s wife
Spent half a decade in jail- though innocent
But restored thereafter and promoted to be great
A people with promise
To be a soured of blessings to mankind
But spent four hundred years as slaves
Only allowed to go to the wilderness to worship
Sandwiched between the invaders and the red sea
But the battle was fought and won by God.
A woman that lived with incessant flow
Spent everything she had
Despised by all that came her way
Ridiculed as she walks the streets
And just a touch changed her life
The little woman was sick and needed help
The father sought the attention of the master physician
Though the girl died
But the master still visited her
At her bed her life was restored.
Though the master was informed of his ill heath
He did not come until he died
For four days he remained in the grave
All hoped she would rise again on the resurrection
But our Lord would always show himself God
Though your life might seem spent
And every effort wasted
Every help sought and every avenue explored
Things have refused to work
And nothing seem to stand
These had happened before
Worse than could be imagined
Yet he remained God
There is nothing too hard for him.
Copyright © Kanu Okezie | Year Posted 2006
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