But recently, a young man I know submitted everything to God
He fought himself recursively before choosing to follow God’s will
And after he did, a result came forth
To be true, the result does not favour his dreams or intent
But, to match up God’s plan, he’s got to follow God’s way
He’s got to trust Him and follow the path that looks so unappealing
So, he submits to His will and unsearchable way.
In the face of automatic shame or what the carnal mind will call it
Or, what his many doubting friends scornfully called it,
They said, it is folly to think who you cannot see can save you
Yet, he chose to foolishly invest one year out of his numbered life into God’s hands
He said, if like Abraham, I find God’s miraculous provision, Glory!
And if like the Messiah, I suffer for His will, Amen!
For whether good or bad, and whether sweet or bitter, I am absolutely His possession
He alone gave me this breathe right from my mother’s womb
And He alone can take or permit its taking away
My desires will only bring many temptations into my mind
He once tried to change God’s way or “correct a divine mistake”
He thought he knew better than the One who created him
He imagined wrong and said wrong and did wrong
But mercy prevailed and divinity intervened in His life
God came around and took control of the wheel of his life
He kept him when he ought to die and healed him of his sickness,
1 pint of hope arose within him and nourished a seed of faith
He struggled, he failed and he repented again
God came to rescue him over and over again
He knows now that God’s ways are higher than His
That His thoughts are the highest and finest and truest thoughts
So, he leaves the wheel to Him today and follows His will forever
REASON FOR BEING HERE
Sunk in an old rusty chair
Awaiting the next pedagogue
I began to ponder and wonder
If everyone here had a reason
Apart from getting good grades
Apart from enjoying social life
Apart from getting older and bolder
Is there anything I’ll be remembered for?
Of course, not everyone has an identified purpose
For being in this citadel of knowledge
Is there happiness in living life as it comes?
Or is there fulfilment in getting one’s priorities right?
One thing is for sure and I know it
I age and add new experiences everyday
Fingers are not equal, purposes are not the same
I’ll keep my focus till I achieve my aim
THE RACE
Yes, I know we’re not the same
Sure I know we’re all insane
Insane enough to run the race
Now, I won’t remain the same
We all want to show our might
We all want to win the prize
Many I know will pay the price
But few of them will make the rise
Though, the wind may stop the best
All I hope is firm I am
Making sure I keep my pace
Surely one should win the race
What I want is what I aim
What I have is what I’ll use
Not afraid to be well-famed
All I’ll give is all it takes
KEEP THE FIRE BURNING
Every so often
I make untaught choices
I learn to ignore tempting voices
Yet, many hardships fail to soften
Every now and then
I take lengthy pauses,
I ruminate over my losses
Like a helpless hen whose eggs have been stolen
Many a boy I know
Have gotten costly possessions
Without making unending confessions,
They show power and prowess on the flow
Times that I cannot count
I have pushed out my thoughts loudly
Is my aim worthy of all these harsh hurdles?
A life of vanity or a life of purpose, which is better?
Peer pressure, youthful exuberance and other distractions keep coming around me
High measures, painful rejections and stressful extensions are wrapped up in them
Today’s training for tomorrow’s glory seems filled with an assortment of tough and hostile tests
But if I keep the fire burning within, I’ll make it through every difficult night and reach my future
THE END
Thank you for reading these poems
Truly, it was my desire to have you read them
But more important was the hope that upon consuming
these solemnly written words, the reader will apply
them to life and obtain fruitful results.
May this be your portion.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Thanks to Kehinde & Victor Morakinyo.