By unpopular demand I write
these words
To enlighten you there is no
better reward
I have no weapons, no guns or
swords
I’m a wordsmith, whose only
tools are words
Let me share my story, the tale
of my epic fail
Of my job as Lucifer’s lackey, a
fly on the devil’s tail
It’s a gory narration of slavery,
it’s very detailed,
in it you will find the mystery of
the cross and 3 nails
Used to work in idle-man
workshop - the devil was my
boss
Laze about, do nothing and he
wouldn’t make a fuss
My cranium eroded slowly, the
neurons started to rust
In a fit of fury, my aching soul
began to combust
I needed a job, I needed
adventure. These were my
heart’s cries
So I asked the devil to aid me,
him being lord of the flies
Pornography became an elixir,
an escape from it all
Other vices soon followed, into
darkness I began to fall
I was bound in my sin,
fettered by iniquity
Blinded by lies, I was knee
deep in stupidity
My idols were the stars
who lived pathetic lives
Stygian chains pierced my
skin like jagged knives
My hands gripped the iron
bars that held me in
Vanishing vanities were my
own prison
The growing pleasures of
an increasingly corrupt
world
My own conformation to
the devil’s chaotic mold
I rolled with the cool crowd,
boisterous and loud
Chasing the paper trail, I
had every reason to be
proud
Voluptuous vixens at my
beck and constant call
I had no respect for
Heaven’s authority,
couldn’t care less for His
laws
Religion was a relic, a
treasure of unenlightened
years
Psychology an illusion, I
cried Freudian tears
No one noticed my anguish,
my sorrow and my pain
They went about their merry
business setting fire to the
rain
One day I met this kind man,
clad in a red shirt and blue
jeans
He said he had come to
save me and would do so by
any means
Reading from John’s gospel,
3rd chapter 16th verse
This dude showed me how a
great King loved me above the universe
Etched on God’s palm,
engraved forever before his
eyes
My buddy in blue jeans
revealed all the devil’s lies
Head honcho, baba
Beelzebub the boasting beast
Had set me up terribly, I was
the main course in his hellish
feast
The wages of my sin I
definitely could not pay
So the King sent His only
son to save the day
Demons bayed for blood
as the cross climbed the
hill
They had no idea that this,
even this was the Father’s
will
The raging royals jeered
and cheered as the nails
pierced his flesh
All my sins latched to his
skin in a moment of
darkness
The devil grinned ignorant
of spiritual dynamics
No more savior he thought
for the Jew, Asian or Greek
Hope for the despairing
faded with his death
But God had a game-plan,
He wasn’t done yet
3 days on, hope’s flames
burst into life
The Saviour of the world
was too hot for the grave to
hold down
In that moment I had what you’d call a
paradigm shift
My spiritual man was undergoing a
face-lift
He showed me his nails, the gash in
his side
Wowing me with tales of how the
raging wind is his ride
He cried "look unto Me bro don’t be
deceived"
Accept my love, all you need do is
believe
A glimpse into glory far greater than a
stack of coins
Simply by listening and following his
voice
Saved by grace that became my
anthem
Not by works or my flimsy feeble
attempts
The wages of sin couldn’t be settled
with naira or pound sterling
Only the healing blood from the vein of
the Living King
I am the whoever revealed in John
3:16
And it could be you, whether you are
grey haired or still in your teens