Speak The. Name

 I

I beckon to you all, 

To those who can hear me,  pay attention!

II

I have a story to end all painful memories, 

A lullaby to all nightmares, 

A joyful song to all shades of sorrowful hymns, 

And a clap to all cores of defeat.

III

I've got the remedy to cure all ills, 

Likewise a safe haven susceptible hearts, 

I have a recipe made of love to mend all broken souls, 

And a friend to save you from all foes. 

IV

I've got love to all greys of hatred, 

Food for all hungry mouths, 

Breath to breathe again to all asthmatic minds, 

And a compass to locate the doors of happiness. 

V

I know a song of victory to conquer all strategies of war, 

A path that leads to the wildest routes, 

I know someone who is greater than everyone, 

Everyone that can not surpass this someone, 

Someone that is not just anyone. 

VI

I know a name that is above all other names, 

The name that is a recourse to all trouble minds!

Speak the Name... The name is Jesus!

. 

Thomas Oluwatosin

© Fearless Lines



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