Poetry: Perilous Times
Time is corrupting the days And the days are fulfilling the times Rebellion is climaxing frightfully To the explosion of damnation. © 2002, Tee Akindele
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Poetry: Riding the storm
I would never have taken that first step When he called: “I am the Lord, come out to me” But then my little boat was against the storm no help It would eventually have given me up to the depths of the sea. And so like a man with neither hope nor anything else to [...]
Poetry: The World
The world is standing on her crown
Her skirt’s open to outer space
Everything is seen in delusion
For rebellion like a thick fog mantles the atmosphere
The world seems wiser than ever
But in truth [...]
Poetry: Life is a Road
[...] Life is a road;
The only course there is
Were the man with sight may not be surer than the blind,
nor the cripple slower than the two-legged.
But like every other road[...]
Poetry: Home-sick for Heaven
A pilgrim in an alien world Constantly seeking intervention from my Lord By nothing consoled in this raided place Like the small picture of home that lingers before my face.
Poetry: God-Friend
I have friends who love me, In this wise, I accord most of them merit. In thick and thin, some ‘ve been there really Yet it’s only within a human limit. When I’m needy they often offer help – At least they show sympathy when unable. They also have their own problems and handicap; Like [...]
Poetry: My Comforter
Self is frail; alone, the way is grim who best can support me? Journeying thru this world a pilgrim No help like Jesus can ever be! When I bow my knees in prayer He bows from heaven to hear my plea; in every desperation hour The rock of ages shelters me.