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
Copyright © Oluwatosin Ayeni | Year Posted 2021
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