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

SEDUCTION

Seduced by every of his action
Induced by songs of strange passion
The gesticulation, corresponding ejaculation
Sweet words that climax every information
Positive energy that lures men to lust
Blinded trust, very unjust.

Seduced by his eloquence
His showmanship, sometimes his insolence
Motivational words that are clearly cut out
Fashion style proportionally blown out
Flamboyant life, affection set on earth
Heavenly deception planted in your heart.

Seduced by his holy ploy
Deceptive miracles like a war in troy
Leading souls the wrong way
Making them the devil's prey.
Though they beckon you to come pray
But the focus is in the money you drop in tray.

Seducers; Seductress
Organizing an unholy conference
They care not about your heaven
They only seek financial haven.
Beware of false Prophets and doctrine
Manipulating your mind, soul and body.

Seducers; Seductress
Using you to build a fortress
They care not about your soul
They are only after their goal.
Your money, sometimes your body
When you fall prey, it fractures your glory.

Beware of these con stars
Parading themselves as Ministers
Brandishing and flaunting words of heresy
Giving God a wiper, not thinking of the nemesis.
Wolves in sheep clothing an unholy heathen

Beware of their seduction while you are still breathing.

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Remember, man appoints but only God Annoints.

(2Peter 2: 1-4)

1Timothy 4:1 KJV

Now the Spirit speaketh expressly, that in the latter times some shall depart from the faith, giving heed to seducing spirits, and doctrines of devils; 

©YommyBishop……Dec 2016

HOME without LONE

Lu-chi lu-chi la-la
A sound of question seeking answers
Trying to paint for the world on this Canvass
"Lone" is just an unavoidable stanza.

You walked me through that deepest valley
Even through the darkest alley
You laid with me on my bed
You found your way around my head.

Your presence in me looks much a blessing
But I knew from start its all for my lesson
A self awareness of who I am and where I belong
Exploration of my self worth all along.

From count of noun to Thirty-five
Your tenses have made me fortified
Its true I've learnt a lot with you
But you are too good to be true.

I cried by Babylon's still river
I've been rescued from Zion by an Angel "Diva"
Even when you walked me I kept hope alive
To see beyond you and find destiny revived.

Tell "Lone" I've found my way home
Finally to a paradise of melodious tone
Zion's flowing blessings to my longing soul
A place I am made totally whole.

Bye to "Lone", I am home.

©yommybishop...... October 2016

SAVE the DATE.....

Soon the bells will jingle
Every human ear will tingle
The Celestial songs will be sang
The percussion will loudly bang
The timbres and brass will clap
Please save the lovely date in your heart.

Save the date,
Its a day that entertains no hate
A day that will be felt in all states.
A day beyond our calendar
The date that cannot be stopped by no barrister
Please save the date my young and beautiful sisters.

Its the day I will merry
The day we will receive our blessings
Our works will be gladly shown
Our fears away be thrown
Righteousness will be enlisted for the throne
Please, save the date on your own.

The bells will again jingle
There will be no time to mingle
Birds will sing sweetly
The heaven will open swiftly
Celestial songs will be heard
Brothers, save the date in your head.

Save the date so you won't be found wanting
Save the date, the hour is counting
Its the day of the good planter
A day beyond our calendar
The date of our Lord
The holy harvest written from above.

Don't be left behind
The date is near, the message is clear.

©Yommy Bishop... October 2016.
(Parable of the Date and Time)

LET ME TOUCH YOUR SOUL

Let me touch your soul
Let me drive deep and touch the walls of your hole
Let me touch you
In those places your fingers can't reach

Let me wipe you out
The hygiene that your teachers preached.

Let me touch your soul
Let me make you squint
And also make you groan
With your eyes half closed
This feelings is self imposed.

Let me touch your soul
Let me drive into you to and fro
Forget all your worries
Let me make love to your soul
As you stick the cotton bud in that ear hole.

©YommyBishop.... August 2016.

DARKEST HOUR

When night falls
And shadow comes along
When blue skies fade off
And dark cloud plays with the moon light curve.

The birds sing no more
The voice of the crickets take over the hall
The twinkling of the stars is gone
Its beauty is taken over by raging storm.

Heard the whistling of the breeze
As it sings along with the clapping of different trees
Heard finger taps of unmended roofs
As they play along to the seemingly night groove.

It looks all hope is lost, maybe the end has come
The night seems long, through all the trouble spots
Fear looms in the air, seems no one is there
And your holy screams just sound helpless in ears.

Never give up, there is a light that resides in you
It will take you through the darkest hour
It will give you strength and power.
That light is Christ, that light is ours.

#ActivateTheLight

©Yommy Bishop...... (The Preachers Son) 2016

KOKORO ÎLÊ GOGORO (Alawiye apa Sixteen)

Nigbâtí mo wa ni kêkêrê
Mo ma ñ yo lo si ílê gogoro
Lati rã kokoro fun a won
Aburo mi oloju kòkòrò.

Awon aburo mi á je kokoro
Won a senu roboto
Won a wa ma jo bi okoto.
Kokoro naa dun,
Mo ma n toju re sinu sòkòtò.

Ti a ba jê kokoro tan
A ma mu omi inu ìkòkò
A ma wa ma pa itan labê ígí ìrokò
Lè ba oko cocoa.

Baba mi ti lo si oko
Iya mi ti lo si odo
Ti won ba de lale
A ma lö din dódó.

Kehinde a ma soo
Nitori o je kokoro
Taiwo a ma joo
Nitori o feran ijo
Idowu ko so ododo
Nitori o je dodo iya oyinbo ati kokoro ile gogoro.

©Alagba Yommy Bishop

My first ever Yoruba piece. Inspired by Rita Oseyomon an Edo girl
("Kokoro" is an African Chin-chin from Abeokuta) while ("ile gogoro" is a tall house)