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