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Gray Love

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He was the shadowy shallow man
who acts like a fastidious, prude puritan
Putting every man on a slate,
Sternly slating soiled sinners.
He seems to have the ‘book of life’ in his hands
And with pencil and eraser
He spells the wrath of wretched sinners
“You! you did this and this and that
You will rot in seething sulphurs”

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As He juries us,
He forgot he was also black and not white;
Now, we have spelt “Love” backward front
And it looks like “Hate.”
He has made us misunderstand God.

Grace is not actually what they have painted it to be:
Grace is spelt love
Grace appeared to all men
And love white and black as well.
Wouldn’t I call Grace gray?

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So I told gray love
“I’m a fetid filth
Whose life touse apart.”
“I know,” HE said,
“here’s red”
HE wiped my slate clean
Now, black has become white.

Bamigbola Silas

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THE SWORD IN IT’S SHEATH….

A sharp double edged sword, sharper than the sharpest of great warriors’ swords. Horned by the greatest honers In the world.

It’s sheath is the skin of a dangerous python that had preyed many creatures In the forest. Through this sword many battles have been won, many lives have crossed the streams to the world beyond; many have been killed and souls bereaved, great forest have been set on fire by a small spark, it has corrupted the heart of men, cities have been built, and wars have been won. 
Oh! who can stop the works of a Sword in the hand of a corrupted soul. Who?  It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison in his hands. I pity his victims. 

If you love your life, if you love to see good days, if you love to eat the good of the land and make positive impacts In your life time. Keep this sword and it’s sheath from evil, it has power. Avoid the wars caused by deceitful fools. 
This sword is sharp, it’s penetrates into the dividing souls and spirit of men, the joint and marrows of men have been destroyed by it. It can make or Mar a life. 
Use it wisely. Through it nations can be built, lives can be made, peace can be found and abundance can abound the more. Use it well! use it well!!.
P. S: it’s a freestyle poem written to remind us of the potency and power of our tongues and words.
Writers comment: The words we speak are the sword, found In the sheath called the tongue. 

The scriptures spoke extensively about these and their effects on our lives. Before I drop my ink, I will love to leave some scriptural  passages for you to mull over. 
James 3:9-12
With the tongue we praise our Lord and Father, and with it we curse human beings, who have been made in God’s likeness.

Out of the same mouth come praise and cursing. My brothers and sisters, this should not be.

Can both fresh water and salt water flow from the same spring? 

My brothers and sisters, can a fig tree bear olives, or a grapevine bear figs? Neither can a salt spring produce fresh water.
1 Peter 3:10
For, “Whoever would love life and see good days must keep their tongue from evil and their lips from deceitful speech.
Hebrews 4:12
For the word of God is alive and active. Sharper than any double-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, joints and marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart.

It is well with you.