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ETERNAL LIFE

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it was so much joy
That day I joined the life
In the race of men
I gave my first smile, looking into her face who gave me life
While mouth stocked to her chest gulping out desperately a white river
A white river that would make me strong and grow

Day by day I got to know how life is
The sweetness of it and the sour it gives
How good life could be and how evil could penetrate
I only know the first life given from a woman
But as time grows
I begin to see despite life was given life itself could be taken too

I see the young and old been taken
Taken not from the woman who gave it
But taken from another life named death
Death I was told it’s also a life
Another life not to live walking
A life laying silently below the ground
Soundless, only the cracking walking sounds of termites feasting on every part beneath the ground

One morning ,I walked down with mama to a place
Under a shield filled with different faces
Looking lost but wanting more
There , I got to know of another life
Far better than the life from a woman and the life beneath the ground

I heard of the third life
A life flowing with milk and honey
A life of peace without stress
A life which know no sickness nor sorrow
A life forever more with no endings reigning with kings and Angels
A life bought by a boy called Beloveth Son
Who give to it freely with His blood
Blood bonding is as one
That whoever believeth in Him should not perish
But have Eternal life

Deeyoke
©2019

JESUS -THE WAY

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I spent years in search of Him,

I wished to know what it meant to be loved by Him,

I ensured to follow through the requirement,
I was desperate to scale through my predicament,

The more I sought to keep His laws,
the more I saw my flaws,

I felt it was in the doing,
and I did work, so I won’t be found wanting,

But no, my conscience pricked me each time,
My mind had turned sour like lime,

Soiled by my imperfection,
Stained by my very intuition,

I sought to be free,
“Untie me from this grip” was my honest plea,

The picture they painted of Him was too dreadful,
Nothing I did was fruitful,

I sought to know the truth,
So I picked up the Holy book to find my roots,

One chapter each day,
and I could bet I had found a way,

A way out of darkness,
A way out of sickness,

A way that speaks of life eternal,
A way that ushers man into life immortal,

Overwhelmed, struck with joy was my state,
Knowing the liberty I had in Christ through faith,

Knowing His obedience gave me a pass, irrespective of my past,

The way I found is Jesus, and He’s no fluke,
He is the head of the flock,
He is my Shepherd.

Imani Dokubo

(c) 2018