Frederick Kwesi Great Agboletey

Lost and Wondering

When man was lost and wondering

From whence cometh his help? –

When man was a dried out piece of broken wood

Light and easily borne on ill winds

Tossed hither and thither by raging sandstorms

In deserts of afflictions

Ripped into and flung against unfeeling sand heaps of shifting shapes

To who did man call out for help? –

When parched throats whose thirst for Godly satisfaction

Could not be slacked by salt waters in deserts of spiritual deprivation

Sought alleviation

To whom did they turn

Even as their torn nails scratched scraggy grounds unyielding?-

In deep grooves on stony desert floors,

Their lamentations are inscribed in despair of afflictions impositions

When consolation was not forthcoming

Not till bitter lessons were learnt,

Till obedience, an essence, was impressed

To whom did their cries rise to? –

Beneath blank desert skies, sun burning inconsolably

Yet glory was amiss when troubled hearts raged in their deepest need –

Till times of fulfilment when grace made its presence felt

How great was man’s appreciation in need fulfilled

Prayers answered and salvation enabled

Heaven folded back and earth renewed

When Blood of new covenant forever established in Messiah come into His heritage

Proclaiming grace’s task accomplished in Himself -