Ichabod

ICHABOD The family is the heartbeat of God The masterpiece of God’s creation A mystery of two becoming one, Yet one turned to thousands, And thousands into generations. The family, a unit so strong… built a tower so tall it knocked, At the gate of heaven! The light of the world The light of the society The cleanser and purifier… Of decadence and immorality And the children are unto God, A weapon of warfare to… The kingdom of darkness. God, a cord of three strands Christ, the husband and the wife A cord of three strands… Stronger, cannot be broken! But He who is sitted highly… On the throne, grieves and moans And He said… The cord is broken! And the man has no direction, The woman is virtueless And the children has become… To me, an epitome of ungodliness! An epitome of immorality! Now… Icahabod, oh Ichabod the glory… Is stolen, the glory is gone! Because the Ark is moved The glory is gone! The Ark is replaced The glory is stolen! Build back the altar of godliness… That you pulled out And the altar of righteousness… That you destroyed Then Ichabod shall be reversed, And the glory shall be restored! And your children shall be to me… A weapon of warfare to the… kingdom of darkness And they shall be a generation Of godliness unto Zion Because Ichabod is reversed, And the glory is restored. ©Ayeni Oluwatosin