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POTENCY by Eziudo Michael Nwachukwu

If the word of God could put to play
What was dead and down in clay
If the word is here to stay
To make aright a crooky day
Shant I then my faith be stayed
On that which once had broken bones raised

If this word could come in flesh
To make condemned deads live on as fresh
If in storm and heats and rain
Hope abounds that peace should reign
Shant I this anchor then be held
That my soul and flesh aright be lead

Yes the word has come and gone
Yet is that I to God should be a son
Come ye near that ye in him be born
That afar from you the dirts may run
And time upon the trumpet cry
In joy we sail to home on high

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