That held men like me...
I wept night and day, tossed & turned in bed, thinking, pondering,
& crying a fall of unseen tears for the souls of men
Hades was overpopulated; there was a demand to depopulate it
I thought of schemes to incorporate... schemes to crack the stronghold
Of the dark media... I got drunk on the Holy Ghost & got “Holygofied”
Contacted “gospophillia”... My eyes all hazy with bloody tears...
I strove at work just so to dump my earnings in the gospel boots of
Evangelists... men hurt me, men mocked me, men slapped me
Men deprived me of all, still I strove
Still I fought the good fight... I denied myself of all pleasures
Even family & friends
Almost living hermetic, amidst acerbic remarks of critiques
Many even tagged my passion as heretic
“the Kingdom, the kingdom, the kingdom” that was all I heard, felt,
Tasted, breathed, ate, slept, drank
So that men could be directed right!
Still souls were trooping to Hades... what was to be done? More evangelism?
More denials? More strategies? More prayers?
I gave myself so much to the word, that I became the word...
I prayed till I became prayer itself...
“I told them dad, I did, I even begged them” many heard, but not all were changed...
I took over the media with the gospel like you asked me to
I flooded the internet with punch lines & humorous liners
Pay & terrestrial TV all showed the movies you gave me grace to make
Plus the serials, series, features, documentaries, & cartoons
“I tried Dad, I strove”... Cinema halls had epics, futuristics, comedies,
Suspense, thrillers & all genres about you dad...
I made sure the box office had you as boss...
Radio shows had you proclaimed... LPs, EPs, soundtracks, mix-tapes, albums on the
Charts had you up there...
“Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus” the sold-out concerts clamoured...
Dad I tried! I strove & I was not thinking of the crown you had waiting for me...
You know it was plain love... I felt the hurt you felt for the world,
The tears you cried for the media... that’s why I wrote till ball points
stuck to my fingers...
it’s why I typed till my keyboard went blank...
Dad you know I tried & never got tired to publish in the print media
Newspapers, magazines, journals...
every phone had your wall paper & every new media had your life...
I made sure of that...
I showed your light in the media dad, they all heard... they heard ...I know
But some kept pressing the delete button...
I won more than a million souls; you already know... but I weep for the few
Who kept pressing the delete button! Dad I tried
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This shall be my report when I stand before God one-on-one
What would be your report? What will you have to show that you were a Christian?
As far as you are a Christian, you have a calling to win souls
Your gifts shouldn’t lie fallow, use them up...
The grace you have been given, please exhaust
Sow your last dime into evangelism... if you cannot do it,
Let the finances that you strive for do it
Yep!
Let your sweat pop souls from Hades into Heaven...
Please Try!
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