TIME FOR GOOD NEWS

Our land has been married to bad news
Owing to the trending happenings
That every prophet now talks like Jeremiah;
A man destined to pour out doom from his mouth.

The raging war, injustice, hunger, pain and others
That parade on our streets like cheap harlots
Have made the sun to shade his tears more on earth
But amidst these whiling dusts, I see ahead a blissful path.

I am the New Testament Isaiah
From my mouth, I also pour out fire
Not to burn, but to purify
Not to curse, but to beautify.

Sorrow has tarried in the night
But joy will come like the dawn, very bright
“Believe in Him and believe also in Me,” He said
For in no distant time, you will be paid.

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