BUT HE NEVER SAW

It was a mid sunny day.
On the water bed laid the man with a beard so gray.
The hordes of hell came into the room to play.
Poking and pressing down on their prayerless prey.
Brandishing their swords and calling forth his destiny to slay.
Conjuring forth a blanket to cover his glorious ray.

Within minutes, he jumped up.
Sweating and aching from the inability to call that name he knew.

At his side were stationed the heavenly hosts.
Clad in illuminating lights that glowed for miles.
Seething with anger at the impunity of Hell's hordes.
Intensely desiring the man to issue commands.
Yet, he did not see them.
Like the blind servant of the prophet, he never knew.

'God abeg o. I don tire'
Admission of defeat coming from his lips.
Words that gladdened the hearts of Hell's hordes.
Confession that disheartened his guardian angels.

For he never knew.

Never knew he is a Zoe.
A king meant to dominate over everything on earth.
A mini body carrying a big God that had conquered all.

Never knew his christianity carried power.
One which he could exercise through prayers and instant decrees.
One which he could use to launch forth devastating attacks on every beast or power that dared to cross his path.

He was entitled to all these.
Yet, he never saw them.
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