As I continue to walk
with my illiad sandals,
I still fight this war of ignorance,
I know that God still hears me,
but I can't do the things,
I used to do spiritual
After I had lost my power,
the bible seemed like just a book,
it was very unlikely of me
not to read in the morning,
or before I went to bed
I don't know,
how laziness consumed me.
now the potence of my spirit
has been burnt to ashes,
I was a part of a group
in boarding school
called the prayer warriors,
God gave us the power
to casts out demons,
free the possessed
and bring freedom
to a dying soul,
anyone who was sick could be cured,
I remember being so happy
that God had given me
so much power
and he modified my poetry,
even till now,
though I have strayed from him
in a gentle rebellion
But my soul is still stained
with a guilty conscience,
because my humility is not complete,
I'm not saying I'm proud,
I'm not proud at all,
but my humility is now mostly
seeing in my obedience,
used to be all over me,
but now, just my obedience
The guilty conscience,
that I'm not doing what
I was destined to do,
is bugging me,
but today, I thank
a fellow mate and christian brother
for bringing this back to me
Well, pastors have told me,
I have been called by God,
I'm yet to find out for myself,
and what I must do,
and how I must do
The only prayer, I pray
these days is for the sun to shine brighter
and for God to help me
with my writing,
but I must change that,
pray for the poor,
and make others see the salvation
that the almighty father gave me.
By Kakraba Afful