GRIEVE

My soul grieves with a sorrowful heart

Roaming aimlessly in this dark space called earth.
Twice have I brought to life
Yet, he didn't make me smile
Twice have I exercised his covenant
But it has come to naught.

Were the atheist right, believing not in divinity.?
They said there's no power in the Trinity.
Everything happens by chance
Prayers are only a waste of time
An exercise in futility
Showing religious stupidity.

Yes, we prayed and fasted
Unto him alone we sought for help
But help never came, seems he left us to fail.
He has afflicted us Twice with pain
I wonder what we stand to gain
Hearing of his mercies, yet he refused us same.

Why Lord, why have you afflicted us again
Why have you forsaken the works of your hand.?
Our expectations again has been cut short
Our joy was short-lived
Why did you raise our hopes
Why did you bless us just to stress us, or is this to test us?

In everything we are told to give thanks
I thank you for the life you gave and you left behind.
But I'm still confused deep in my mind.
Your faithfulness is ever sure
Fruitfulness is always assured
But the blood you gave her is caricature.

We will still serve only you though, because we have no other God.
Hoping someday you will give us double for these troubles and crown us divine success for testimonies.

Yommy Bishop..... Jan 23-25, 2019

''THIS CHANGE'' an ERECTILE DYSFUNCTION

Happiness is far from the needless star

Satisfaction denied by the noble man

Change of style and performance, a total deception

Yet his profess Love has no direction

It's obvious fruitfulness can’t be achieved without penetration.

This change, a promise in trust

To be a better lover no matter the cost

Expecting his magic touch take her to Eldorado

But he has no balls for potent result

So, he chose to remain incommunicado.

When this change, change not the way

But rather change the chains in the game

We all become a victim of pain.

No pain no gain, that’s their claim

But this change is driving us all insane.

When this change, change not the aim

But brings the people up for slain

We will all cry out again.

Herdsmen with their machete hacking,

Boko-haram still in one corner bragging,

Insecurity in our land, is the situation right in hand.

Seems this government has no direction.

These men can’t perform, what frustration

More like an erectile dysfunction.

An engine readily malfunction.

How would we survive this emotional defect?

Putting us all in a state of neglect.

When this change is not what was preached

The fantasy our minds couldn't reach

We will lose hope and be bereaved

Cos’ it’s a fallacy of believe.

Our Economy kept nose diving, 

In the land poverty is seriously biting.

When this change, change not for good

But plays us the fool,

We will all be found the devil’s tool.

We will match through the land on bare foot

Rampaging the street for impunity to be uproot

Until this government is giving a boot.

Old men old rags, 

Erection still a major snag

Impotent and unproductive;

They still can’t ejaculate the truth

Corruption and Impunity strongly instituted in their root.

Now that the young coalition is coming through

Hope this is not another comic book.

©Yommy Bishop (The Preacher’s Son) February 2018

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

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