When Identity Is Lost.

Alas, for the earth is broken,
And the world is bent out of shape,
The mighty eats grass,
And the weaklings go hungry.
The young men sit in defeat,
And the women dance in shame,
For what the elders gravely feared,
Was now fulfilled upon all flesh.

Who is he with the understanding of himself,
Or with an indepth knowledge of his power,
For when a prince fails to recognize his place,
Even the bravest of gods can’t help his generations.

Alas, for we are done and gone,
We have lost our path and wandered in the dark,
Our birthright have we traded with our sanity,
And our identity for a rousing ovation.

But I hear the almighty say,
And heard his voice thundered in the clouds,
Woe to the sons of earth,
And woe to the daughters to of the nations.

For I have said, ye are gods,
And have made you kings in your lands,
But without understanding have you lived,
Surely, like mere men will you fall before the crowd.

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The Life of The Gift.

Even the gods cried,
And Immortals laid weak,
The Sun turned its face away in agony,
As the heavens gave way for pain.

Life laid dead in its sleep,
As hope sat ashamed in the dark,
Peace was stolen, redemption was kidnapped,
As all flesh withered before a scorching judgement.

Who is he to think he could walk free,
Or to say she was never here,
For not until grace and love walked in,
Even the very gods were never free.

Guilt was accounted to every life,
The puff of each breathe was laced with a double dose of treason,
For even the souls of gods and mortals had committed The Offence,
And death, only, was the price befitting, nothing else.

But a gift was given,
Though unrequested by any, yet desired by many,
For while life sat in a catacomb of confusion and despair at the far corner in the dark,
The gift bore the name of mercy and grace.

And with its light, life received life,
And bones glee at its sight,
For while gods and men rejoiced in its presence,
A life was shed in their stead.

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The Value Of Our Existence.

The Curse. 

Everyone knows,
Yet, nobody cares.

Everyone is watching,
Fail or succeed,
They are all looking.

Nobody dares help,
It’s your burden, your cross.

A chance to prove yourself,
A time to silence the critics,
A moment to learn,
A new beginning to grow.

This time, take control,
Control of your situations,
Control of your tomorrow.

Be who you dreamt of while you were little,

And above all,
Be who you are proud of. 

Someday

I search for something I cannot find, 
As my heart yearn for someone I cannot have. 

Like the Journey from the East to the West, 
Though it seem so close, yet it is so far. 

Though you be as far as the Sun is from the Earth, 
And it may take an eternity to get to you, 
One hope that keeps me going, 
And the thought that keeps me company is, 

Maybe not today or tomorrow, 
But Someday
I will get to you. 

Value. 

The value of peace can truly be appreciated through the furnace of wars, and most times, the value of a man’s identity is born out of the embers of chaos. 

©Ezekiel Godsfavour 2017 

The Rays Of Love. 

How caring are the eyes of those who love, 

And how bright are the eyes of those they love. 

How calm are the smiles of those who love, 

And how wide are the smiles of those they love. 

How light are the hearts of those who love, 

And how warm are the hearts of those they love. 

How soft are the hands of those who love, 

And how strong they make the hands of those they love. 

The Sun never goes down on these two people, 

Neither does the Moon fail to light their paths. 

They don’t need the whole world to remember them, 

Just one heart, and one life are all they need to exist. 

Shine
-Godsfavour ©2017