Adeleke Adeite Poet Verse

I Am Coming Home

I am coming back to the holy home
Never again would I run or roam
I know, I have made you frown and foam
Lord please; take me back to thy holy home

I’ve been struggling in sin and sorrow
Wining and dining in shame and shadow
Lord please; take me back to thy home,
Let not my soul rotten in that hot home

I am tired of this rugged road… I roam
Lord please; take me back to thy holy home
I want to sing the saviors sweetest song
With the glorious triumphant throng

Lord please; take me back to thy holy home,
That I may stop to fidget, frown and foam
I have been a prodigal son… I come to Calvary
Rolling in dust and ashes… I am sincerely sorry

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Andrea Dietrich June 27, 2010 at 10:17 AM Yes, this does put one in mind of the prodigal son. NIcely done, Adeleke. Which country is your home anyway? Maybe you already told me but i fogot!

Doris Culverhouse June 26, 2010 at 3:28 PM do you struggle? It is a lonesome narrow road where few are traveling...at least I feel that way. Even in my church it seems not many want to really serve God, except when it is convienent to them. what do you think?

Carolyn Devonshire June 26, 2010 at 11:15 AM A magnificent write, Adeleke! We all struggle here on Earth, but we are always on a quest to reach our heavenly home. You have some very admirable spiritual qualities and quite a flair for both rhyme and poetic form. Love, Carolyn

Farah Chamma June 26, 2010 at 6:03 AM =) A beautiful piece Adeleke. It speaks to me and. Faith is a beauty. Don't you think? Always, Farah