The Treachery of Fear in a Tempestuous Life
A storm has been stirred,
With a rage of a ragtag,
And a torment of a terrorist,
It charges at me.
With its brutal barrage,
It enfeebles my resolve to resist
And revel in victory.
I face it with fright,
As I daily wake and walk, arise and advance
To stare at the picture of the future,
I aspire to acquire in majesty.
Why should I drown in the sea of fright
At the sight and experience of the storm of this life?
Why should I fret and falter in the furnace
When I possess and brandish a faith
As impervious as the rock of Gibraltar?
But this is the human in a being.
The human nature must threaten to quit
But the spirit eventually conquers the frailty of the flesh.
Only then can I dare to ascend victory
As a crown ascends a throne.
Lord, I do not ask you
To stop the advance of this dangerous storm;
I want to sail to victory in it.
I do beg however to grant me the grace to triumph
So I can return gratitude for the victory.
So help me God.
- Ogiri John Ogiri.
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