THE REAL POOR.
I am that man,
With silver and gold,
Adorned in beauty,
My lot seems bright,
My heart is glowing,
I make merry with Kings,
With wealth untold,
I am that man,
My storehouse is full,
Running over with plenty.

If I have no charity,
I have nothing,
If I have no love,
I have nothing,
If I have no kindness,
I have nothing,
Though I have all the wealth,
If I attend not the needs of Mankind,
I have nothing,

I am that man,
Silver nor gold,
I have none,
I have little store,
My tent is pitched,
Among the poor,
I am that man,
My lot is little,
I have no plenty.

If I have charity,
I have something,
If I have love,
I have something,
If I have kindness,
I have something,
Though I am poor,
If I attend the needs of Mankind,
I have something.

IT SHALL COME TO PASS.

I am breaking my silence,
Things can not be the same,
Shall all tears not run dry?
And all that hurts and makes afraid,
Fading oblivion just in a moment?
Let your ear be attentive,
For this hope shall not be cut off,
With thousand voices blending in tune,
In adoration to Him who sat on high,
My voice shall join in that everlasting melody,
Shall it not come to pass?
With thousand assemblage of people,
With every culture, tribe and tongue,
Congregating in worship,
To Him who's name is true,
Tis shall be from everlasting to everlasting,
From one new moon to the other,
From one Sabbath to the other,
With ever flowing joy,
Streaming through the everlasting throne,
Cutting across all the new earth,
Where hunger, death and pains,
Envy, strive and hate are bid farewell,
Tis hope has cascaded my soul,
With comfort transcending the love of a mother,
I have been counted,
I have been numbered,
Tis is all grace unmerited,
My soul at last shall feel alright,
In an Eden home free of war,
With every residence in love,
That know no race and colour,
Living in harmony with every creature,
With no beast of the field making afraid,
And ever flowing streams of water,
With lovely creatures of the waters  
Leaping and flipping for joy,
And birds of the trees singing in peace,
Tis is true for His tabernacle,
Now dwells with men,
And all things made new.

NOT TOO LONG
I struggled for something to say,
Yes is not that easy,
Everything is scrambling,
Many a heart grows sour,
Day after day,
They live without mercy.

My eyes have seen it all,
My heart bears the pains,
My eyes is growing dimmed,
My longings seems so long,
My words sounds fainting,
Everything is tumbling.

I am going breathless,
I am broken and torn,
I stare and gaze afar,
I could see a world full of evil,
It is written in the perfect book,
'Mankind is wicked',
I see this and my tears has failed
To run dry.

I looked in the skies,
Pains and miseries is all I see,
Mankind is indeed in trouble,
Some are full of lies,
Some are full of mischief,
Some are full of disguise,
Some are full of scorn,
Hate and violence just increases.

My soul is trembling,
Cascaded with untold fear,
I can feel mans wickedness,
The weak souls are crying,
Their oppressors and tormentors,
All around appears pleasing,
Do they even care?
Their heart is seared,
Evil is all they know.

Many are full of fear,
Mine eyes have seen it all,
Monsters in human clothing,
They feel strong and mighty,
They oppress and ******,
Lo, their doom is sure,
Perhaps not too long,
Liberation is blowing in the air.

My soul even in its fears,
Can feel the signs of Joy,
Can feel salvation drawing nigh,
Can feel the sound of the trumpet,
That glorious appearing,
Of Him who's name is true,
The Son of mercy,
The bringer of peace and freedom,
Even so I cry out aloud,
Oh come quickly.

Have you imagine the wonders of the mighty deep?
Perhaps the wonders of God,
Has the waves whisper to you,
The mystery of the deep waters?
Behold the wonders of the ocean,
The colourful fishes swimming around Her graciously,
Leaping and flipping for joy,
Perhaps it is a praise to the Maker.

Behold the dolphins,
The sharks and the whales,
Swimming in the deep blue waters,
And the foaming waters laps gently around them all,
With such an awful display of beauty,
Yes it is here you find real beauty,
In the deep waters,
Behold the gracious joy of the scene
Again and again,
The waves whispers to me,
Even the stones are speaking back to me,
I can walk by all day long,
Sail even beyond the reefs,
In amazement stirring over and over the deep blue waters,
Just to feel more of this mystery.

Have you ever imagined the seagulls?
They spy while soaring,
Swooping swiftly,
Flipping and flapping,
Flying with joy,
With focused on the job,
Here if want to see the wonders of the age,
The ocean is such a beautiful place,
Full of wonders,
Full of conflicts,
Perhaps it is the wonders of God,
Urging me to follow as the wonderful sea creatures swims in the mighty deep,
Leaving a luring trail of life.

The ocean,
A home of many hidden creatures,
A home of many hidden treasure,
So full of beauty,
A place where you find hidden mysteries,
A place to ponder and wonder,
Shall I chose a different place to be,
Order than the abode of the Maker,
The ocean has it all for me.

Like the sound of mighty peals of thunder,
Like the sound of many rivers water,
Like the voice of a great assemblage of people,
Like the rainbow across a thousand hills,
Like the rising of the beautiful morning sun,
Like the rose and the lilies among the flowers,
Like the eagle among the birds,
So is He that holds my life.

He speaks, and the sound of His voice,
Sounds so sweet like the sounds of the birds,
Sweet like morning dew,
The honey and its comb is nothing compared,
Awesome and powerful is He,
Perfect and just in all His ways,
Indeed He is greater than the greatest,
Mightier than the mightiest,
Higher than the highest,
Again and again I shall publish it,
Tell it in the streets, the hills and mountains,
My mouth shall sing,
With the ink and the paper shall I write,
I shall tell of this love,
Love so free of lies,
So full of truth,
Rich in grace,
Marvellous in my eyes,
To Thee Oh God,
I dedicate this piece,
For thou art worthy.

C. 20019 Michael N Moses.

Here I am again,
With same old old story,
As the morning light streaks through my window,
I could hear a voice speaking to me,
I was lost, upon such a scene,
From across the distance, sounds so clear the voice I hear,
As though the one that cries, within my room speaks he,
I could in my imagination feel the quivering of his voice,
Amid the shaky tune of his voice,
One could hear and understand so clear the message,
From a child traumatized by the present reality,
Separation and disintegration of society,
What will tomorrow bring?
Again and again the little one ask,
With fear of unseen tomorrow,
Am just a child, so he exclaimed,
Could we have faith on each other?
Could we believe on each other?
With this faith, I hear him say,
Distinctly from the original tune,
We will hew out the mountain of despair,
We will be able to transform the jangling discord of our nations,
Into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood,
And I shouted,
Let freedom ring,
Let love reign,
If this isn't clear,
I said to myself,
I know the reason why,
Is just the world of men.
C.2019 Michael N. Moses.

Frantic for the freedom he long wished,
His poor pure soul, shrouded in the mysteries of dreams,
In his search for a world free of all that troubles,
His soul could find rest only in sleep,
There he could dream his dreams, of a land of peace and joy,
Free of wars and suffering that shrinks the heart of many,
The pure heart can tell of the truth he speaks,
In his real world, many a heart go broken with no remedy,
Happiness and laughter left in agony,
Loneliness and depression, looming,
An unwelcome visitor of the time,
Many around describe nothing but misery,
But in his dream he dreamed, all is fair,
A world free of men with full stores, but little heart to lend to him at the door,
What will become of all this human misery?
Come, let's go to sleep, so he said to him that cries,
So we can dream dreams, sweet dreams of freedom,
Welcome to the new age, with beaming lights that sparkle joy around,
The beautiful world of like minds, free of fake smiles,
With musics that strengthens and stirs the weak,
It is his dream world, free of earths miseries.

The wind, sifting its soft feathering fingers through his window,
The thunder, muffing even his most rancid reflections,
The waves, cleansing his soul of the darkness which terrifies,
The time is here once more,
The dim light of the moon, piercing through his window,
It is the dream world, so lovely and so beautiful,
A place free from earths miseries and worries that hurts,
It is a land of a far away strand.
The frivolous dreams he once possessed, away away it fades,
In his dreams he dreamed, the world is fair, free of uncaring folks,
The beauty therein, craving in him an never ending thought,
The lovely waters that flows, with beautiful water hyacinths,
The birds that chants in the woods, with beautiful flowers that blossoms,
The lovely night creatures that sings, with the moon giving its light,
The heavenly planetary bodies, in their kinds shining all around,
The wonderful sea creatures, in the deep leaping and swimming with joy,
The heart knows it, it is better in his dreams,
The happiness he long wish, in his dream world he could find,
A place free of earth's miseries.
Moses Michael N
Written by
Moses Michael N
(35/M/Nigeria)  
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