SPEAK TO ME

I heard you spoke in parables

And it became the Pharisees’ trouble.

Your wonders noised in jingles

Among the married and singles.

 

You raised the dead and strengthened the feeble.

You’re so real, you transcend all fables.

Your word is hope for the simple

As it heals the cripple.

 

 

Your life is the real sample

Your word, sweeter than apple.

I’m in love with you, you’re my cradle

You know my right, left and middle.

 

 

You knitted me with your needle

And in darkness, you light my candle.

Your word is greater than words on marble

For it’s the secret to a life of “no troubles.

 

 

It’s a privilege to seat at your table,

For you dine with the humble.

You give answers to life’s puzzle,

and Men are left to dazzle.

 

 

With your word, Men become real oracles

With abundance of incredible miracles.

In you, lives are delivered from shambles,

‘cos there’s an answer in the bible.

 

 

Speak to me Lord, not in parables,

that’s not for disciples.

Neither speak to me in riddles

Lest I be left in the middle.

 

For you make your word simple

To your very own people.

 

Speak to me, Lord!

 

“With him will I speak face to face, openly, and not in riddles; and he will see the form of the Lord. Why then were you not afraid to speak against my servant Moses?”

Num 12:8 (NET)

 

#JesusCares

#TemidayoRiches

 

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