One day, I will build a church
Where man is the Building
And bricks just for living
Lives will be pruned
Not to please the preacher
But to reach the sinner

One day, I will build a church
Where talents rule
without mediocrity
Instead of choir Poetry will sing
The preacher may talk
but he wont be seen
And drama comes, we will all play

One day, I will build a church
Where symphonies become
our melody of hope
As we get lost in His Presence
Our yearnings find peace

We will pick money from the ground
After laying down our arms
Making our gifts till the soil
While we work more on sharpening our skills

One day, I will build a church
Where the pockets of man is not priority
But what a mans mind can do
We will raise a tower of babel
Towards the first goal of our existence
And when we have no more bricks to lay
We may just lay down our lives
And let the burden of this
talents continue to linger

One day, I will build a church
With my pencils and other things

One day, I will build a church
Our offerings will not be in tokens
They will be taken
From our wealth of resources
After men will live on talents
We will invest five pennies
His showers will shine our silver

One day, I will build a church
With my pencil and other things
Creative but not assuming
In that day I fear I wont be here
The  things I created might have erased me

Biography:

Enigmatic Olumide Bisiriyu is a Poet, Cinematographer, and Real Estate Consultant. He promotes Poetry with his Blog, EGC (www.egcreativity.blogspot.com) and he helps budding talents to grow.

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