The Rising

I see oil
Trickling down
Like droplets of rain
In a storm a-rising

I see Him- Potter
Molding the clay to His will
Drawing the hearts of fathers to himself
Finding the lost and healing the broken

I see fire
Spreading relentlessly
Through the hearts of men
Like dry leaves in harmattan

I see the eyes of sons light up with knowledge
As the daughters worship recklessly
I hear Angels sing in adoration
As grace flows from the Mercy Seat

I see Jesus rise with healing in His wings
As the earth and heavens fold
Sin and Death cower in defeat
As soldiers are called into battle

I see the waves crash
As the deafening roar of His voice
Thunders through the air
Like the sound of many waters

6 Comments Add yours

  1. Hodgepodge 4 the Soul™ says:

    Love this


    1. Olamide says:

      Thank you, all glory to the One from whom the words came.

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      1. Hodgepodge 4 the Soul™ says:



  2. Richmond says:

    Beautiful poem, prophetic words too. Amen. God bless you


    1. Olamide says:

      Amen, thank you.


  3. Nezeyi says:

    God bless you and these words as He brings them to pass… I love the association of particular imagery to each stanza. nice one, Olamide. 🙂


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