DIVINE PURPOSE

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