This word that has been relegated into obscurity

This experience that has been interpreted unto mediocrity

An experience our fathers cherished and pursued

Without any elevated passion they worked to subdue

The resilience of sin and worldliness

That has choked the rays of godliness

In the heart of yesteryears believers

Whose lives shrank the pride of unbelievers.

 

There are scenes that are concomitant with revival

One thing is sure, that holiness makes an arrival

Young boys and girls become chaste and sober

Old men and women have christened memories to remember

The once straying souls are suddenly intercepted

By the word and the holy spirit with impact so concerted

Our young girls would dress modestly and beautiful

Not parading themselves in partial nudity in manners most detestful

 

The young men would discard mediocrity

And embrace purposeful ventures with godly authority

The brothels would be converted to places of godly encounters

And the clubs, a place of god’s dealing ever to remember

Our pot-bellied politicians would become large hearted leaders

Mounting on the wings of purpose to enforce the dreams of dreamers

Our universities would become citadels of excellent scholars

Whose conduct would be based on Christian morals.

 

Truth would be a surplus commodity in our business places

And sincerity would lead the way in our market places

Children would be nurtured in the bosom of caring parents

Developing in love their gracious talents

The movies we watch would be powerful sermons

Not high jacked by nude and erotic demons

From our music shall emanate soul warming aromas

Blended with intelligent lyrics and served a s soul warmers

 

We should not scamper empty out of our homes

Without being stuffed with some gospel drones

Our homes would be holy, happy and healthy ones

Where the devil and his agents would be long gone

Boys would relate with girls as sisters

While girls would relate with boys as brothers

Our preachers would not be scrambling on the pulpit

To gain self glory and ego while souls stream into the pit

 

The church would be filled with an atmosphere of love

Not gossips, slanders, debauchery and insincere smiley curves

Prayer would become a cherished venture by the saints

Consecration would be embarrassed by our ladies and gents

Then the bible would not be a book of fables and myth

God’s word would be real to us and full of might

The devil would lose territories once dominated by him

And a glorious militant church would recover lost lands in warring hymns.

 by

Agbaroji Chimeremeze