No Struggle, No Progress
(A poem for an 8 year old candidate for baptism at Mt. Zion)
Copyright 2015 Written By: Mr. Marion Obafemi And, Inspired By: God
When momma called the roll, he was ab-sent
I never been to his class, no ad-mit
I never tasted his words, no ac-cent
We never came together, like mag-nets
But, still I picked up on all his bad hab-its
It’s hard to play a man’s role with no tran-script
It’s hard to build a house whole with no
black-print.
I heard that Jesus, came to seek us,
when we’re lost like a sheep
He’s always on time, and is a trusted life
line, that saves you when you're in too deep
He shows compassion, when He passes,
and sees us wounded or grieved
He makes homes out of houses, even stands
in for spouses, when they walk out your life
and leave
Since I’m wounded beside the road, and
need some help with this load, maybe this man named
Jesus is who I need.
How I hoped and I prayed, that my daddy had
stayed, and showed me the light, but
he hid it
Under a bushel basket, instead of taking
the shot, he passed it, what he could have
done he didn’t .
Like a ball I was fumbled and he dropped it,
so I’m waiting in the line to be adopted, by
the father of my soul and spirit.
When I take that dip in the pool, I’ll
be enrolling in the school, that will bury
this thorn in my flesh
I will arise from that watery grave,
sins forgiven, soul saved, and ready to pass
my tests
As I feed off His word, I’ll learn that love is
a verb, and this world can’t make me happy
I’d rather have faith in the unseen, than
to keep chasing this dream,
“I WANT JESUS TO BE MY DADDY”
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