ALL I CAN BE

Just yesterday, I felt like a tourist guide,

That thoroughly knows the way,

But today I feel like a child,

Totally lost in the hay.

Yesterday, I felt like I had a detailed map,

That clearly shows the path,

And can fill every gap,

But today, I see that I only know but a part.

Now, it seems like I am standing on the brink of the ocean,

Seeing vast bodies of water but knowing not the end,

I feel like I just arrived a new nation,

And still praying God a help to send.

I am truly awed by these new revelations,

Of far better and greater things HE has in stock,

They are way beyond my imaginations,

And did almost put me in shock.

One by one like the petals of a blossoming rose,

HE reveals in me HIS every plan,

And when I thought I had reached a close,

Greater points HE makes me earn.

Today I feel like I am the servant with five coins,

Who still got another coin plus,

Because he had brought in so many gains,

Where others have brought only loss.

The depth and height of HIS plans I know not,

But as HE unfolds them I obey,

Knowing I will sustain no hurt.

As I follow in HIS way.

I am really in awe,

As HE unveils HIS great plans for me,

But I am glad HE who knows all,

Is the one telling me all I can ever be.

All I can be,

Is way beyond the boldest of my own guts,

Truly, all I can ever be,

Is way beyond the chiefest of my own thoughts.

Beyond my wildest imaginations,

Beyond my feeble being,

Are HIS revelations,

Of all HE wants me doing.

More than I think I can ever be,

HE is ready to make me,

Just do as I bid, HE tells me,

For I alone know all you can ever be.

All we can ever be is decided by the God who sees no limitation,

Won’t it be great if we all embrace this great revelation?

All we then need do is to throw off every frustration,

And simply await HIS manifestation.

ALL HE COULD BE

He was just a boy like every other boy,

But he wasn’t a boy like all the other boys,

Though he had his own array of toys,

But his mind was filled with thoughts way beyond any toy.

We found him by the roadside, dead,

Looking innocent as he had always been,

But for the blood we could have taken him for a sleeping being.

He had his last bath in his own blood.

Though young, we believe he has gone the way of the elders,

The community bids him farewell,

Never again shall we meet in this part of the world, sleep well,

But maybe we will still see in our dreams.

As he lies in this casket that is less than six feet,

We know he shouldn’t have gone,

He also tells us this by his grin,

But here lays his body prepared for the journey of six feet.

We do hope that in peace he will rest,

Though he went at dawn,

And his was a life cut in its morn,

But could he really rest?

We look on him through his eyes,

All that he could be,

If only they had let him be,

Seeing, as if through a crystal glass.

He had dreams of seeing the world,

For he was a ray of the hope we had,

A glimpse of the future we wanted,

He had a dream of really touching the world.

A dream of making a difference,

But he was gone,

With many things yet undone,

Leaving behind only a small trace.

We can only think of all his possibilities,

All he could be is left to our imagination,

But he would have helped build our nation,

But we never can really tell the details of his realities.

PS:

 Inspired by Michael W. Smith’s ‘This was the time.’

Dedicated to all the slain sons (and daughters) of Nigeria in Jos and other parts of the country.