THE MISSIONARY JOURNEY

Take me to a place deep within

A place meant for winners, so illuminating

A place darkness cannot comprehend

A place of gleeful beginning to the end.

Take me to a place deep within

A place that strengthens my very belief

The place of the sweetest planter

Where seeds will germinate with relief faster.

Here I am send me

Anywhere and any way you want, tell me

I’m yours from now till the end

This kingdom is ours to defend.

Let’s raise the tempo high moving in the right direction

Let’s implement in style, heeding to holy instructions

From generation to revelation

Fruitfulness is seen in the deepest penetration.

Lay with me the missionary way

Let’s journey deep, looking straight in each other’s face

Taking you high in style to the heavenly place

Till we change position to fulfil our sensual aim.

Take me to the place deep within

Where no eyes, except ours can see.

Yommy-Bishop (The Preacher’s Son) 31^st August 2017

POETRY OF MY SOUL

In the poetry of my soul

I am alert and conscious on my own
Life is a comical business
Nothing funnier than love travelling through time and being influenced.
She touches with the softness of a baby, yet slaps you hard and crazy
She wraps you with her warmness and later makes you feel her coldness.

Love is a misgiving
Never be tricked into believing
Romance in our bones,
Yet you need a compass to take you home.
Be careful, love comes mostly from strangers
Betrayal from those you call your own
Life is a hitch, most times difficult to unfold.

In the poetry of my soul
I am alert and conscious on my own
Death is inevitable, always showing his
ace cards on the table
He kicks down the door unannounced to kiss a man
Shred him down and ruin his plans
Don't let him fool you, even though he’s richly dressed
Vanity is it all, life is a competitive stress.

Love and death are connivers
A poisonous betrayal
They lure you into deception
Makes you lose focus on redemption.
Sorry if I won’t cry when you are gone.
This soul will rather again wait for the rising sun
Staying in lane in a sacred position
Taking pre-caution, with my cards close to heart
Seeking direction, till we all depart.

©Yommy Bishop...... (The Preachers Son) July 2017

Remember, when the purpose of life is not understood, life ends with regrets, it is lived as a burden and disaster becomes the end.

THAT YEAR

That year I was blind

Chasing what I couldn’t find

Lost in the day light dark

Like a pin in the hay stack

That year I was blind

Listening to the devil’s sound

With my ears, close to the ground

Bush beating all around

That year I was blind

Dependent on her hazy smile

Smiles that comes from mindless mind

That are made to set me bound

That year I was lost

With my back against the cross

Lost in friend’s bandwagon

Pushing me high like a wild dragon

That year

When cloud became hue

And no presence of morning dew

I looked through and through

And knew the answer was you.

Grace found me

Coiled her saving hands around me

Now I can face many years with a smile

Knowing fully the light is mine.

#ChrististheLight

©YommyBishop…… May 2017