I wish I wrote the following 'poem of praise'! I remember when I first heard it being recited, I was like WOW!!! In my native Yoruba language, we have what we call 'oriki'.. A chant of high praise to God.. Now I call this an English 'oriki'.. If you like, you can read it out loud in a personal 'show' for the King of Kings..
Join me as we lift this King who defies laws and orders.. Nothing can restrain or contain the MOST HIGH!
Please enjoy this excerpt from a MEGA talented creation of the Amazing God.. This man's talent is one more proof that God is real.. You can read the full version HERE or go to www.ucheiloka.org for his full works.
No Law Could hold Him Down - Uche Iloka
And we have found laws, both natural and man-made
Trapped in ink...black and white and all of man inadvertently, subject to these laws
But on the streets of this one book, I met a certain man
And none of these laws could Him down
I read about the law of conception which requires the seed of a man in the womb of a woman before any given woman can conceive and bring forth a child.
But what manner of man is this?
For He required not the agency of a man,
But by the seed of a pure Ghost,
He was conceived in the womb of His virgin mother
And was born to this world in human flesh
Alive and well
For no law could hold Him down
What about the law of rigor mortis
It states that barely a few moments after the occurence of death, the deceased body shall become stiff and inflexible
But what manner of man is this?
For it weren't a few moments, but four days after the death of His friend
He went to the entrance of the tomb and called out to he that were dead as though he were alive
LAZARUS!!!!! Come forth He said
And he that was dead came hopping out flexing both joint and muscles, for rigor mortis could not hold him down
For no law could hold Him down.
What about the indisputable law of death
The law states that it is appointed unto all men once to die
And that my friend, they say, is a point of no return
But what manner of man is this?
But before the eyes of many witnesses he was laid in the tomb
His hair matted with blood
His eyes shut, his hands folded on his breast
His lips, seeming forever silent
And a heavy stone was even rolled against the entrance of the grave
Permit me to err in English, He was very dead!
But that's not how the story ends
For on the third day, early Sunday morning
Behold there was a mighty earthquake
For the angel of the Lord had descended for the heavens
And they watched as he rolled away the heavy stone as one would kick a tiny little pebble
And out of the grave, this man called JESUS came out!
Proclaiming over the sepulchre
Oh death where is thy sting, and oh grave where is thy victory
For not even death can hold Him captive, even in the grave He is Lord
And no law can hold Him down!
Glory, Glory Halleluyah!! Aren't you just excited that nothing can hold your King down????!! If nothing can hold Him down, be rest assured that nothing can hold YOU down!! xxxx
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