Poetry: The Old Self Righteous Power
THE OLD SELF RIGHTEOUS POWER
The battery was dead again
And I needed a recharge:
To excite the cells for use till dead again
Due for another recharge.
The ‘motivational’ sunshine had been vibrant with energy
So I just laid them out bare,
Hoping to work off some lethargy
And get them back fair.
When my ‘self-righteous battery’ had got a recharge
I felt like a flame of fire,
But ‘twas nothing like the main source by and large
For soon like before I’d tire.
I had always flown-off too fast,
I never really broke or submit;
And so my fervor never really did last -
I hadn’t yet been born of the spirit.
Then grace drew me to the very “Sun of righteousness”
And I renounced my self-righteous stir-up cells.
By faith I plugged unto the blood of Jesus,
Since then I’ve basked in His holy essence.
With good works I could man (but never God) impress,
My self-righteous rags had been a failure;
Until I was clothed in God’s own righteousness
I never could overcome my sinful nature.
© 2002,Tee Akindele
