I wonder how long, thou awful sin
Shall share with me this little heart
And make me, kingdom race be lost
By flooding lust in my vein within

I should but say man has vast earth
Which thou and thy seeds breed
Descending from, old, youth, and birth
And besides, thou dost in my heart feed

O sweet dreadful sin!
Thou attend me with a glance of porn
When thou art sure, I can’t thee win
Just at the time the flesh needs fun

All to explore the earth of lust
Finding the gold of pleasure
In Jezebel’s lap to paradise lost,
The demise of my faith’s valor

But when Maker steps into my heart
Sin, the heart clear of you would seem
For thou breeds not again in my heart,
As if thy presence in me was in a dream

Written by: James T. Abel Adesitimi

Photo Credit: LN


When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide
Lodg’d with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest he returning chide,
“Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?”
I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies: “God doth not need
Either man’s work or his own gifts: who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state
Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed
And post o’er land and ocean without rest:
They also serve who only stand and wait.

Written by: John Milton

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Behold the new born babe in the manger, the sufficient bread for all eternal hunger,
in whom we’re eternally safe from danger,
eternally delivered from the father’s anger

Behold the new born babe in the manger,
Man’s only hope from the accusing finger.
He takes away all our slander
restoring all that sins had plundered.

Behold the new born babe in the manger,
who washed away our dangerous blunders,
choosing to be our friends forever,
so that nothing at all can put us asunder.

Behold, I say, the new born babe in the manger!

Written by: Damola Daniel Olatunbosun

Christbirth, love, eternal salvation, Savior of the world, poetry,.. GOD’S LOVE



At hereafter, awaits us a great day!
The doomed day when goats will weep
At hereafter, awaits us a great day!
The blissful day for the sheep
Are you ready for that day?

There, no lawyer to hire
There, no had I known
There, some will earn fire
There, others for golden crowns
Are you ready for that day?

There, sinful eyes will birth streams
There, pure hearts will be freed
There, few for crystal Stream
There, many for gnashing teeth
Are you ready for that day?

There, philosophy has no degree
There, ignorance has no strength
There, poverty has no plea
There, wealth has no mouth
Are you ready for that day?

There, you’ll stand before the throne
There, I too will give an account
There, we shall hear the tone
Welcome home or I know you not?
Are you ready for that day?

written by: James T. Abel Adesitimi



The echoes of trumpet call,
Steal the world with surprise
Within and around the globe
Infants swiftly vanish
From their mothers’ back
And all stars are quickly taken
From the company of dark clouds
O madness rules the streets!
Chasing those left behind
To whirl with the gale of dust
For their skeletal secrets
Walk nude to the scene of shame
Women legs twirl, bodies lithe
Gyrating to the song of doom
The fishers of lust, hunt bloods
From the river of their hearts
Their sinful eyes birth tears
Seeking mercy in their deserted churches
When broken glasses can no longer be gathered
Sun and moon give their fame
To the reign of satanic rains
And the world is drenched
Beneath the showers of tribulations
As the world awaits the thunder of its end

written by: James T. Abel Adesitimi