Prophet Without Honour

He could send torrents
in the desert;
turn night
into day;  
yield meat
without treasury

But only those afar
treasured these gifts
Because he was a prophet

Far beyond his years
he would utter wisdom

But they would not
drink from his well
Because he was a prophet

And prophets
are without honour
where they come from.


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pp (7) new About the Author Ogaga Eruteya is a Nigerian Christian minister, writer and speaker. He writes on Faith, Personal Development, Youth Development, and Life Realities. With his words, he seeks to inspire, motivate, propagate life’s truths and represent a sincere Christian voice. Learn more about Ogaga here.


 

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