In metamorphosis, the wheel of time Has cycled from stone to steel, a craft of mighty hands; Indeed, an antitype of a progression

so divine. The strength of the powerlessness of man in A bit of consciousness and agreement entwined. The church is the people. The power of the age to come. An urge to commit; even extempore, Acutely perceptive to kingdom purpose. The apple of the eyes of God. A testament of locked up accounts, Now, thoroughly unlocked by a surmounting And compassionate scarlet thread of redemption. With outstretched hands, having waited so long Yet, still waiting for hearts that will hunger on. The spirit diet has become unpalatable In a season of apostasy, But are there any people asking why? A rhetorical question, the answer of which Shall lie only in the hearts of the ones who yearn. Go forth and hear the Rhema And how it shall light up the Logos On the roadmap of our lifes journey, The blueprint; diplexing on a frequency Of elevated encounters in the Spirit. Reposition the House of God Onto a bold territory of influence. What are you doing here? Which land do you possess? For the unfolding of His manifold strength Abounds where wisdom, faith and love excels. Yes, our Father has left a will for His House, And year after year, Soon, following after the wilderness bouts; Season after season, the judge announces: It is time to flourish in your bounty. On the threshold of a new earth We receive strength, The fullness of the Godhead; Kabod. Celebrating love in all the earths abode, For in mercy the kingdom is restored.

Of the truth who can forestall, The weighty price since the blood of Abel, Every of those who have the foretaste Of Glory divine; a distaste to the world, They pay for their truly confessed label. Wide is the way, the people say. These sons of the earth, That think a repentant plea Is a narrow minded prayer. Lord, please tell us, how narrow is your way? On the way to freedom village, Bearing our crosses, we have trudged on for many days, And washing the feet of this weary earth, Til even the blackness of our hearts skins radiate The rays of His eternal love; for you, we shall come of age. Immanuel, to you we give all the glory and praise! -uche