What is the testing crisis of faith?
Is the crisis a mighty fiery desert,
That you feel when you need health,
But your fervent prayers bring it not?
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She swears she didn't start the game,
That the soft of her leg was touched,
She swears she didn't like the game,
Though she never pulled her leg away.
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When a tribal power slyly desires,
To cement unity among the deceived.
He demands animals burnt on fires.
And also libations made of blood.
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You will see if deep you peep,
Clumsy dances of wolves and sheep.
With steps choreographed to maim,
In a sad dance of a deceived team.
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God is the one who doesn't change,
Yet he is always turning a new page,
Now we are in winter, now in spring,
Please discern what the new eon'll bring.
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The day your mother got married.
They danced, sheep were slaughtered
According to your tribes doctrines,
From the deep descended the spirits,
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Sands of the sahara are countless,
So majestic are planets and stars,
The sun is strong in heat and might,
And so bright is the moon at night.
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Have you heard how, people sometimes pray,
With very loud voices, their enemies they slay,
That slippery road, todeception starts thus,
Its the way to confusion, a realmental mess.
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The flooding tears were crocodile sized,
But there were quick glances directed,
Towards the widow now bathed in tears,
Who to the devourers of widows houses,
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In the house of tradition he is permanent,
Selected leaves he dips in blood of a goat,
Pouring libations of infernal communion,
To connect demons disguised like dead kin.
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Know but only know,
The right knowledge,
And only know it by light means,
This means right knowledge,
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Curiosity is killing many hearts,
Of those who desire knowledge.
That should remain forbidden,
By uncovering the layered skirts,
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From the days of the creaky projector,
Till now, this kingdom serves violence,
It's situated on a woodless hill so unholy,
Where spells are cast to foolish mortals.
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You have talked for a while,
And you have walked for a mile;
At the gatesyou gave thanks,
Then you took soul showers,
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As you enter this glorious land,
Know what I want lest you be sad,
For I will manifest my purposes ahead,
Which reside in my scroll concealed.
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Same torn hymn books,
Same sour diseases,
Same tired faces,
Same problems,
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The anointing now rises,
Worship is so deep,
Preaching's strong,
They are burning
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When angels lost their virtues,
After the heavenly banishment,
The beings now become demons,
All their heavenly merits were lost;
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A man and a lady had a wedding,
But the never inquired of God,
So they quarrel all day long,
For they're good but incompatible,
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In spirit and truth we must worship,
Not in the unstable ways of the flesh,
Hearing his his voice we always must,
To operate trully after his own heart.
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Crisis Of Faith
What is the testing crisis of faith?
Is the crisis a mighty fiery desert,
That you feel when you need health,
But your fervent prayers bring it not?
Is it a swamp that you must cross,
When you mine for a breakthrough,
But all you can get is ugly dross,
That gives your enemies a laugh.
Is it the dry and waterless savannah,
That for ages long you crawl upon,
When you want a baby like Hannah,
Yet the years roll and there is none?
Its a savannah, a swamp and a desert,
That testing last mile of darkness,
That separates those who are persistent,
Them that really believe and the dabblers.
Its the forest that gives you the patience,
To depend on the holy spirit of God,
And linger longer in his glorious presence,
Andyou experience the primacy of his word.
Nice articles sir, i like your poems