By
The Man Who Saw God Face To Face
Raphael Okechukwu Nweze
From heaven,
Jesus brought down a cup of His Blood
(in a chalice)
into my ministry.
The Arrows Of Victory
I am the man who saw God face to face.
Every splash I send forth
is like uncountable Joshuas.
Wherever a drop lands,
it is one Joshua,
which then splashes into seven Joshuas.
That is why my name is Michael.
What happens to the arrows sent forth?
None is ever lost.
Each succeeds and prospers,
in accomplishing the will of the Almighty.
At the end,
it returns to the throne of God,
to the Lord of the Hosts.
Each comes back,
skipping like lamps,
galloping like horses
and flying on the wings of the Holy Spirit,
to the throne on High,
to worship the Lord of All Spirits,
the Omnipotent, the Omniscient and the Omnipresent One.
Great And Marvelous
It was great.
It was wonderful
It was victorious.
In every way, anytime and anywhere.
It was the Lord’s doing.
Yes, the will power of the Almighty.
And it shall ever be the Lord’s doing.
Glory be to the father,
to the son
and to the Holy Spirit.
Amen. Amen. Amen.
