Category: Identity

The Prodigal Child

The prodigal child was impatient and wanted his share
Spent his money anyhow, throwing it everywhere
But then it soon ran out, and he didn’t know what to do
He decided to work for a farmer, as this is what his carelessness had come to

The prodigal child son realised he was lost
He didn’t know how what he was doing, his feelings got crossed
He was lucky that somebody was by his side all the way
The ‘unseen’ One by his side, every second, every minute, every day

He would wander and wander, wondering where to go
Travelling through the sunshine and through the snow
He walked around for days, questioning his actions
Thinking of his home, and his family’s reactions

Then one day he had enough of all this suffering and remembered home
So he turned away from all his suffering and started to roam
He decided to become a servant for his father, not feeling worthy to be a son
Little did he know about the thoughts of his loved ones

He arrived home and begged to be forgiven, for moving from his familiar location
But he was granted the unexpected, a royal welcome beyond imagination
This was a story that is always told, and has one main moral
God is ready to save you, through all your strife and toil.

By Foyin Sogbetun
Year 8, The Rochester Grammar School


Identity – Exodus

My child, the youngest of my petals,
your scent rising above the fences,
the sound bouncing off shiny metals,
When will you come to your senses?

You say, you’ve found your way,
pacing to and fro come what may,
our light shines forth
but not as bright as it ought…

My child, what do you search for?
the scent rising higher day by day!
our meadow is the best ashore,
but your heart is gone astray…

You say you’re fine by yourself,
guaranteed all that you want
you no longer seek help
your image, you flaunt…

My child, soft as silk,
smooth as a baby’s skin,
your meal still as milk,
causes you to raise your chin…

I say, you’re lost and you know it!
racing higher but you don’t fit
purpose: you forgot the meaning.
get back to the ways that are appealing.

Sam Aigbotsua

The call

My skin crawled with emotion,
As my blood ran with ferocity.
My bone stretched with eagerness
As my flesh strengthened its grip.

My heart raced with joy,
As my mind skipped with singing.
My body moved with happiness,
As my spirit grasped Peace.

Why do you wait Oh my soul?
Why do you wait?
Run Oh my soul!
My soul, run!

Can’t you hear me calling?
I’ve been ever present,
but your mind is ever busy,
Chasing the things that do not last.

Knock, Knock,
The door moves with each sound,
Yet it stays still
as my heart ponders…

Answer the call,
I wait, constantly longing for fellowship,
Answer the call,
I’m reaching out to you…

But my heart is racing,
Goose bumps on my skin,
As I walked towards the door,
Bright light shining,

So full of glory,
I reach out and hold on.

by Samuel Aigbotsua.

Identity – Genesis

They’ve said you are nothing,
they doubted at sight,
mind crunching words,
your mind takes flight.

Choices I dare NOT make,
With a doctor’s incision,
The time cuts through.

Each day I rise,
The silence creeps up on me,
I surge forward, but let it be,

Words engage in battle,
The struggle to eliminate this silence,
In the distance, YES the distance,
I spiral down,
The tunnel wraps me in, YES the distance,
It encroaches on me.

That sound, snap...
It’s a flicker,
The light at the end some might say,
But I love who I am,
Uniquely created by the Almighty,
He looked and saw,
what he made was good and beautiful.

Fashioned in his own image,
At the gates of humanity,
For all who is.

That sound, snap...
The light wraps me in a tight embrace,
The darkness only an illusion of the old ways,
This time, it’s beautiful,

I am who He says I am,
His child, His own image,
Destiny decided by the creator,

In Christ,
my identity.

"Genesis 1: 27"