The moment came when I had no choice but to fall in.
I bounced off the club and off to the church
like a super character in a book of comic.
The convictions of my heart were not of a baby,
I had met with a deadly disease and got healed with the tender care of a baby.
It was in a dream when the Master came,
“Your transgressions are forgiven you, for by His stripes you are healed”
“Come to me and I’ll lift off the burden of you”
My heart sped off like a drummers kick beat.
My bones crackled like a chicken boiled wing.
My feet trembled like toddler’s first walk trial.
The moment came when I had no choice but to kneel at the altar.
I pleaded with my eyes dripping of tears,
I pleaded with my feet trembling of fear,
I pleaded with my mouth constantly spilling out ‘save me’.
The time has come for a new born me say the Pastor,
His death for me has not been in vain,
Go and sin no more.
©Prosper The Poet