I realise that you are indeed heaven sent.
Amidst the choir members you sparkle saintly.
You harmonise all their voice cords and make them a chorus of the hosts of angels….
“Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia”, you chant
“Mighty is His Glory,” you chorus…
And at once I really see the heavenly graces cross swiftly in the blue hues of your eyes…..
“Mighty Lord is the source of Splendour”, the pastor echoes.
“That splendour in us is most abound”, he continues
“For his glory we made to testify existentially”, concludes the pastor.
I then at once realise, babie in you is such a testimony,
Upon you is grace overshadowed and true splendour highlighted
Call me next Sunday,
To your worship I must go
Your preachings I must here forever more…..
For through you I grasp the unseen and his gifts…
Remain in your Sunday Vibe
From our daily poetry factory in Nigeria