The seed of salvation is dead on soil of no mercy
And in this final lap, men declined wisdom
And seek, the prosperous hum of prophecy!
Where shall salvation lie?
When we speak many things, hearts to materials bound,
Glorious in human content, but not of the most high,
And say “Amen! Amen!” to the proclaiming sound!
Prophesy, yes! Upon the pulpit of rich;
Where do we stand, if we do not salvation teach?
Written by: Stephen Crøwn Gyet
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
I am a member of the WRR editorial team.