Born of the spoken word
Now my words fashion my world
From the intangible where realities lie
To the simplest ways I knot my tie.
Though he shivered to the grave
Right before I AM, immersed in guilt
And the iced apple froze the Eden built
By “Rule”, the spoken word He gave
Eden’s revoke is at my mercy to save.
In the creation I was created
From nothing into His perfect likeness
Again was I made and placed in spacious worldliness
To provoke hearts and minds same created
To rise with their sceptres free and liberated.
Now I speak spoken words
Drawn from the Spirit of Life.
To some it be piercing as knife
But to you my fellow king in wards
Defrost your Eden beyond fanciful words.
*Inspired by the sermon “The Kingdom of Functioning Kings” by Pst. Iyke Samuel
Written by: Anyi Charles Egbe
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
I am a member of the WRR editorial team.