Christian Poetry: My Advocate

The rushing waters

Trembled by the waves of the wind

Lost in the midst of the dark tunnel, 

My mindset? Blanked.


The stillness of the waters began

Relaxed by the waves of the wind

And founded in the midst of light,

My mind? Brightened.

The soft hand of Rabbi

Puts me on the shoulder of my Advocate

The one once trampled

Now, forever lifted up

All accusers went mute,

Cos, He is my victory.

Hannah Olubode


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