Generations Of God Church International

But ye are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, an holy nation, a peculiar people; 
that ye should show forth the praises of him who hath called you out of darkness into his marvellous light. 
(1 Peter 2v9)



Posted on 12 April, 2016 at 9:05



By Elder Emeka Obiandu


Amongst her friends,

She’s peerless in beauty.

Her outward grace

Is nature's favour.

By her distinction,

She is like the lone product

of one creative day.


Alas, beauty is but a loan,

With its date and rate.


In her hollow pride,

This sublime Elegance,

Shuns the admiring world.


Like shoddy wrapped in damask,

Like gold-plated cast iron,

Her essential fibre,

Beauty’s hostage,

Is cocooned in an ornate shell.

But only for a while,

For nothing endures

but the substance.


As damask wears and tears,

Time reveals the shoddy.

When iron rusts and flakes,

Beauty departs with its retinue.

Then from her pedestal of envy,

The peerless must take her place,

In the common crowd

of the undistinguished.


Emeka Obiandu

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