Freedom Village

In metamorphosis, the wheel of time
Has cycled from stone to steel, a craft of mighty hands;
Indeed, an antitype of a progression so divine.
The strength of the powerlessness of man is
A bit of consciousness and agreement entwined.

The church is the people
The power of the age to come
An urge to commit; even extempore,
Acutely perceptive to kingdom purpose.
The apple of the eyes of God.

A testament of locked up accounts,
Now, thoroughly unlocked by a surmounting
And compassionate scarlet thread of redemption.
With outstretched hands, having waited so long
Yet, still waiting for hearts that will hunger on.

The spirit diet has become unpalatable
In a season of apostasy,
But is there any people asking why?
A rhetorical question, the answer of which
Shall lie only in the hearts of the ones who yearn.

Go forth and hear the Rhema
And how it lights up the Logos
On the roadmap of our life’s journey,
The blueprint is diplexing on a frequency
Of elevated encounters in the Spirit,
Repositioning the House of God
Onto a bold territory of influence.
What are you doing here? Which land do you possess?
For the unfolding of His manifold strength
Abounds where wisdom, faith and love excels.

Yes, our Father has left a will for His House,
And year after year,
Soon, following after the wilderness bouts;
Season after season, the judge announces:
“It is time to flourish in your bounty.”

On the threshold of a new earth
We receive strength,
In the fullness of the Godhead; Kabod.
Celebrating love in all the earth’s abode,
For in mercy the kingdom is restored.

Of the truth who can forestall,
The weighty price since the blood of Abel,
Every of those who have the foretaste
Of Glory divine are a distaste to the world,
They pay for their truly confessed label.

“Wide is the way,” the people say.
These sons of the earth,
That think a repentant plea
Is a narrow minded prayer.
Lord, please tell us, how narrow is your way?

On the way to freedom village,
Bearing our crosses, we have trudged on for many days,
And washing the feet of this weary earth,
‘Til even the blackness of our heart’s skins radiate
The rays of His eternal love; 
Through Him we shall come of age.
Immanuel, receive all glory and praise!

©Uche (2002)