The call
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His still voice awakens our burden mist
Out of its overstayed fast
Even our weary feet
Seized to tarry any yonder without
Its masters sitting in His steadfast court
Praising our thirsty effort
Forth in a glory call
His call,
Our first sermon harvested
from a fertile soil awaiting fetish word
Galloping every wasted dream
Panting,
racing,
praying and seeking
Endlessly
As our days of sobering is dead
And a new gate of patience is here
The glory of our latter
Will surely be greater than the former;
The gate of our locked seed will be opened
For bountiful ripe
Scaling through all uncouth sky
Bowing all frustrated honor
With royal glamour
Setting our light high
Yeshua shall set us all right
Pouring on us endlessly His ceaseless
light
For our brighter glory delight
Even forsaken for us to be the elect
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We shall shine in His glory
Because He is our victory
The writer of our story
Leaving past glories as history
When He gives us a greater glory
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Ayeni Taiwo
2022
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Brief analysis
The world according to the Christian bible is a formed by God's call 'and God said, "let there be" and there was.' Similarly, in this poem, the poet personal references the holistic existence of a supreme being at whose call their " weary feet seize to tarry" and their heart "gallops every wasted dreams". however, this said call is for a purpose: one that set " every lock seed open", a "bountiful ripe", and of a "Greater glory".
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