The Phoenix

I’ve weathered storms that I thought would drown me 

I’ve learnt to soar in winds I thought would consume me 


They say 

Out of the ashes must rise a new Phoenix 

The flame…


Being refined by fire

Through it, I’ll rise higher

The flames provide the fuel 

As I soar to my strength


Refined by fire

Gold purified 

A faith that stands.


By Faith Olajuyigbe, author of Words of Faith

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Tue 25th Aug 2020 12:21

Very uplifting Faith. I enjoyed this very much.

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Martin Elder

Tue 25th Aug 2020 10:37

I would echo what Keith says. That is a real test of your faith that it helps you to weather the storms. Keep on keeping on
Nice one

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keith jeffries

Tue 25th Aug 2020 10:22

The gift of Faith is a gift indeed. Excellent poem


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