Doxology (Poem)

Man is born broken. He lives by mending. The grace of God is glue.

– EUGENE O’NEILL

Rahab the harlot stared at the two men with fear’s grip piercing her heart. They were not her regular customers. They didn’t want a good-time, these men were Jewish spies. The stories told about them were violent; all of Yahweh’s enemies had been crushed like dust. Even the king was afraid, the townspeople carried on their business with a sense of trepidation. Yet here in her presence, in Jericho stood two servants of Yahweh. She had to decide. Her best bet was with them. She tucked at the scarlet thread. A knock on the door. The king’s guard were searching for the spies. “They are not here“. She lied.

David stared at the vast expanse of nothingness before him. He was always alone, his father didn’t consider him a warrior like his brothers so he was given the menial task of shepherding the herd. The dust, flies and wild beasts kept him and his flock company. He had just finished another song when he heard a lion’s roar. A quick look at his sheep. One was missing. He gripped his sling tightly. “Here we go again“. He thought. Yahweh would definitely give him victory over the lion.

Esther put on her best attire. The silk purple gown. It was simple. She knew she would either be killed or granted favor. The message from Mordecai was hard – Keep quiet and die. She walked towards the war room. No one had approached her husband, the king, without first being summoned. She was about to break Persian Protocol. She held the doorknob with bated breath. “Yahweh! go before me“.

Indeed God is a great God. Below is a poem.

Doxology 

Undeniably He is regarded as the MOST HIGH.
though He neither smokes weed nor sniffs marijuana.
Haven’t you heard it said “Yahweh neither sleeps nor slumbers”?
Yet our God is not an insomniac

He is the Lion of the tribe of Judah
but you can’t find this kind in Ibadan zoo
The Great Physician a.k.a Balm of Gilead
more soothing than Chinese balm

Earth’s crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
But only he who sees, takes off his shoes,
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries,
And daub their natural faces unaware.

– ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

Alpha and Omega
Answer to every problem no matter how complex
Immanuel, God with us
Ever present help in times of need

Here is my praise in awe of divinity
The Lord of time, greater than infinity
Awesome Clockmaker
yet He lives above and beyond time

The flame of my life burns low
Under the cluttered days,
Like a fire of leaves.
But always a little blue, sweet-smelling smoke
Goes up to God.

– KARLE WILSON BAKER

In Genesis He is the Grand Creator
installing the greatness within our genes
In Exodus He is the Escape Artist
He displays His Class higher than Houdini
setting the Israelites free from Pharaoh’s steely grip
In Ruth His Love flows irrespective of our roots
He is the TRUTH unveiled,

He dwells in Light – no darkness in Him
David distills awesome praise in the Psalms
Nehemiah speaks of His Joy as our Muscle

In Job we see Him as our aid in times of struggle
Matthew, Mark bear the Messiah’s Mark
Luke and John displays the Living Word
The Acts of the Apostles and the Revealed Church
show very clearly that this our God is too much

“O LORD, our Lord, How excellent is Your name in all the earth,…” Psalm 8:1

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