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BEAUTIFUL SOUL




By Emmanuela Yakubu




Let me drink of your drunkenness
Staggering into the last wind of your nostril before you give up your ghost
If you're the Christ, you wouldn't have been lost
Your breath was my sustenance, now it's gone
But they killed him, they killed him 'cos he was blasphemous
They said he used hard sayings just to be famous
But I know, I know he is Messiah.

I am the lady who was always with him
Yes! The one who washed his feet
Now I stare at his lifeless body burdened
Tears dancing down ma cheeks like a stream rolling through a ridge
My heart burns with an unquenching fire, it's not rage
I only understand the extent of his message
When his eyes caught mine, there was on utterance for his love for me, the basis of his beautiful exchange
His life for my death on a prepared stage
The cross, the crux of God's justice wroth
Oh precious blood, fill my thirst.

When did this begin...? As old as he exist
I am enthralled at this because this is not the kind of life I once lived
Once upon a time, I dwelt in lies
So logical, I could only but submit
My ignorance led me into the claws of the enemy's wrath
His words were soothing darts
I'll die! That confession not true but a fact
All I ever wanted I had but my greatest need I lacked
These marks you see are not tribal but scars of my trivial
But I never won! I could never win until He prevailed

Oh my heart melted the day I said 'yes!’ yes! As he walked me into his secret chamber, that night
That night I had my first dance with the lamb, the lion, my king
A dance with my lover so real
On fear, on condemnation... I'm free
His song for me so sweet like honey flowing through my being
His gaze on me is communication without words, yes! Yet I believe.

When silence becomes our response, let our hearts, our bodies be the sacrifices of praise, worship, adoration
Resounding like the joyful noise in your sanctuary from the lips of your congregation
Let the fragrance rising from our altars be that aroma that makes you laugh so generously...
Love... Oh God love!
Nothing compares to the love burning in my soul
Its brilliance is more beautiful than the full moon
It's more zealous than the sun in its excellence longing for you too

Bring your colors into the room
Take away the gloom
Like lightening gently piercing through.
Simple, yet I still do not understand
No wisdom can unlock its mystery
Oh God, tell me what's the secret
Weak, yet irresistible
Light but I'm overwhelmed by its glory.

Your love... Relentless... What Words can be used to express my love for you...?
Silence! Silence!! Silence is the only utterance given the honor of explaining how I feel about you
My lover, my most beautiful king.

Once upon a time, I was a beautiful beast
Now transformed, I am His bride, his most wanted and choicest piece
I am His...
Thank you...

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