Turf

I was having cookies and coffee (P.S I have never tasted coffee – not like that is newsworthy) with Christ and decided to ask Him this question…

“Who is the Man in Christ…”

He turned to me with a large smile stretching from cheek to cheek and replied…

A man born abnormal
whose daily walk is an engagement of the Word
A man living above normalcy
whose eyes see beyond the mist and maze of misery
whose heart is the turf on which the kingdom operates
his lips drip with the honey of value and royalty
that lights a fire in the souls that surround
even the denizens of the valley of death yearn for a touch from him
for he is one who lives consistently
a man remembered of God,
God’s unleashed glory on two feet…
performing wondrous acts and simple feats,
a man insured by God.. for He is kept in Elyon’s arms
none can pluck him out
A man born abnormal
God’s heir… A steward of heaven-breathed realities,
See the fetters on his feet,
for this is one soul sold out to God,
the heathen behold his ways
and mutters “Oluwa Tobi” for God is mighty,
they see him and are stirred by the Superiority of the Divine

A man surnamed Christ for he walks and waltzes in the anointing
the harbinger of hope to a impoverished and perverse generation
God’s breath of freshness
God’s man

The
Unvarnished
Revelation of the
Father