Each
morning as I arise
I
keep in mind that I got a purpose
An
obligation to claim my divine inheritance
So
my heart and its cravings I keep in check
Shunning
the allure of just a pay cheque
That
may derail my divine-calling trek.
Each day I wait for Almighty’s orders
No
wonder
Like
a tennis ball against a brick wall
I
sometimes let your advice bounce off
Then,
I wait upon that spiritual opinion
Which
via supplication, I turn to for instruction.
What
boundless delight there is
In
clarity of mind regarding my calling
Trends,
swagg, in-things… lose their lure
Neither
family’s nor friends’ pressure
Appeals
me to seal a deal
But
does the thrill of divine inheritance.
Oh!
What perfect peace there is
In
racing for God’s glory, not own honour
Sticking
to his grace while leaning on his promise,
In
divine purpose, even dry bones flourish,
Thus
each day,
Like
Caleb, I stick to my Mt. Hebron
