Song of Burning by Osho Tunde Matthew

Song Of Burning
That day, in the house of God,
the Pulpit said ‘be born again’. Altar called. You walked
toward the cross. Christ walked
into your life, angels sang hosanna. The fire began. Years passed.
You are burning with the cloven tongue
that filled the upper room.
You moved mountains with your morning. Your night
Unsettled darkness. You were
gathering souls for Christ like yams.
That morning, storm came like a thief in the night.
Your bag of worries grew and grew heavier than the rock, the kind that can break a believer.
The world kept calling you back. Before you left home,
 you opened to romans. Paul the apostle asked you: shall any peril, or hunger, or sword cut us out of Christ’s love? You replied No. No bread in your belly. Only faith, only holy ghost. The scripture burned in your heart of heart.
When sin tasted like honey, when fallen angels in their sultry robes arrived, you found grace to become like Leviticus altar, burning for God.