by Opeyemi Oluwashegun
I keep pressing-on on the track gently
Racing toward where destination is yet to be define
No surety by strength, nor by works
Wondering in the veranda mystified;
A race that demand for chain
Without gaps or laps
Elapse from it
Is detriment to destiny.
With fear, I do it
For by righteousness, am off the scale
By faith I press on.
Though greater than muster seed.
Yet, enough confidence never occupy my heart
"Repent for his coming!
Repent for the son of man cometh!
Jesus loves you"
That is the cry, I keep pressing on,
I hate wayward souls
That I myself preach to other,
Grace I plead, not to be a cast-away.
I know you not,
Never did I smile with that Verse
It is greatest loss for me, to be dispose in Hell
Surrounded by weigh of sins
Settle in the mist of wolves
Accomplishing with death
Seeking for penetration.
Howbeit, will I do this
Persist, on pressing on
For there the grace come
Watershed ceased not my eye
In my tear, I see "MY GRACE IS SUFFICIENT FOR YOU".
Sometimes the fear of what am doing wave hotter in my man.
In it I always hear, Press on, let go your fear,
For things are working sine in Heaven
All to God of Grace.
Last updated May 13, 2016