Olabosoye Wemimo Olaoluwa Poet Rhyme

Wems Henry Temmy Psalm 10

The clear plastic collar without stain
Without pleasure for truth to get detained
Beyond knowledgeable reasoning
That can decipher interpretation
For belly to a plain Holy spirit intervention
Rather than taking all to heart in fear
Of listening as per blessings' call long awaited

I miss it
I miss then
The new way 
Is a pure loving 
An opening laughing den
With a staged pit of billing say

In the midst of moving brethren 
Who never stop thinking of improvement
In the memory of Lord's prayer
Measuring up to tomorrow's layer
Like dear first Isrealites priest, Aaron 
Directing via the spirit's keen movement
Than his own stylish inclusion learned to heart

I miss it
I miss then
The new way 
Is a pure loving 
An opening laughing den
With a staged pit of billing say

Without hesitation, for love; for Christ
Everyone has only one great commission
To go out to the world as salvation army
Be it evangelist, teacher, pastor, prophet or apostle
Leading the way; rough smooth arid danger
With cheers of living to die for the good news 
Unlike this day, ministers have offices 
And brethrens become sheep without shepherd to lead 
For they think brethren should have it done

I miss it
I miss then
The new way 
Is a pure loving 
An opening laughing den
With a staged pit of billing say

Create in us the muse behind old way's success
That our death story be sweet sorrow like of them
Which were long gone for grace extension
That drives the lorry to our doorstep
And the hearts which followed up 
Through the processes of fellowship
In hardship and loyalty beside troubling nights

I miss it
I miss then
The new way 
Is a pure loving 
An opening laughing den
With a staged pit of billing say

Night stands, morning walks then
For chance per luck to get equipped
Beyond the canal warfare against strongholds
Unlike the day;today of handsomely us
Night sleeps, morning relax oh they do
For no wickedness lies in God's doctrine
They think trouble is for the fools 
How then did the old way develop it's tools?

I miss it
I miss then
The new way 
Is a pure loving 
An opening laughing den
With a staged pit of billing say

Turn us around, oh Lord forever
Develop in us troubling fever 
For Thy paint to be seen like rainbow
Than seeing it a foggy refraction
Clouded behind doubtful blow 
Keeping resentful hearts on reflection

I miss it
I miss then
The new way 
Is a pure loving 
An opening laughing den
With a staged pit of billing say

Gear us up
Why are we
Babies yet, grown-up
To what we ought be?

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