My Burning Bush I dont know how but i know why. I cannot speak it yet i feel it here, i feel it burn like a volcano uniting fire and water. in the bosom of my heart, i feel the burning bush. I feel it squander the cold and silence the fears, sweeping the past into the present and brandishing the future, it intoxicates and im possessed. When the yorubas say kabiyesi the Igbos, IGWEeee, the Ibibio-Efik itong uwem osong edidem , my mind runs wild with imagination., imagination of salutation for this conurbation of kings. The royal of royalties. The past, present n the future. The author of the earth and finisher of the heavens. The one who shines brighter than the sun, may the volcano of my expression rise to you. On bended knees i make my rendition. With lips without words, i make my muse to your ears. Like a grateful slave, i come bowing down to you the eternal one. U who made me in your image, U who blessed my youth like the eagles, U who made me lie in green pastures, U who dries my river of tears, U who picked a king from a miry clay, U who listened when the world was busy, U who became both father and mother. I wish my mouth were an ocean so i could sing psalms. I wish my hands were cymbals so i could make sounds to you. I wish, i wish my eyes were wide as the heavens so i could behold the splendour of all your deeds. Even if i would, the earth itself cannot contain my description of you. Even if i could, all the books in the world cannot write you. My Lily of the valley, My bright and morning star My heartbeat, The hope of my life, The future i see, the indescribable God, may you delight in the savour of my praise. May you know that we feel your love, May you know that we feel the pain you felt, May you know that the children of the cross long for your coming in Glory.
Posted on: Sat, 09 Nov 2013 18:54:54 +0000
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