Of Miracles And Men Poem by Charles Karia

On the grapevine, one day while on the go,
From mouths excited, but forgetful thereof,
Miracles I heard, but who is to archive them?
Instead of spreading, the supernatural potpourri,
Remarkable miracles, the acts and glory so dear,
And letting the afflicted; that possessed fella,
Clearly know that one blessed word from the mic,
Like an blazing arrow, can completely heal.
Eventually these mighty acts, we so carefully hide,
Still waiting for revival, will flow to better stewards.
Awakened by their loss, you'll seek jumpy as a flea,
Neary tempted by miracles so rare, to fake you own.
Do you realize, how jealously glory is by God valued?
Men sinfulhe heals, only so that all can praise him,
Esteemed now I'm not since my glory you can't publicize,
Men I'll seekto give gifts, that you've failed to proclaim.