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JOY to the WORLD




So many questions asked,
By philosophies of Socrates,
With no answerer tasked,
To these bewildered apostates.

Is He really God,
That killable by sword?
Did He rise from the dead-darkness,
Wasn't He just a shadow?

Is it our culture,
Or that of mental slavery?
Are we deceived,
Or it's the holy spirit we received?

Where is Okomfo Anokye?
The great commander of armies,
Conjuring from above, stool of gold?
Why leave this life of ancestral old?

But my childish reply:
The fear of God, begineth wisdom.
Ye shall do more than me if ye believe.

Are they not indeed wise,
Those creators called whites?
If ye believe in their technology,
Why doubt their Christianity?

And today Paul reiterates:
Better serve Him and let him be false,
Than to falsify Him and regret he is true.
HAPPY EASTER TO THE WORLD

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