Messiah



At dusk, very
tenderly, gracefully,
Very lowly


His heart, his hands
Grab on the oars,
Set sail to life.


The water felt him,
Hates him, storms him;
Rowing oars kept on.


The king's kind kid
Bearing the burden,
The paddle stirring,


Even the doubting.
His truth, his roots,
Vigorous and vivacious,


Perfectly onymous,
Brightening the focus,
Calming strong storms. He


Having no coat,
Shivers from cold,
With forbearance, harnessed


Prevailing, persisting.
So costly a price!
So costly a price!


He is a prince, He is 
An heir, He is pure,
He is fair,


Sinners and scoffers
In spite of the offenders,
He took the shame.


With keys to hell's gate,
Triumphantly, gloriously,
He appears at coast again.


Ogunwale Opeyemi - Hohpraize


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