My eyes have been shut to pestilence
For a lifetime, I have yet to see
The end of your love for me
My palms have only known the lightness
Of carrying the sword of the spirit
For your shield of faith has taken my battle arrows
My feet are too fickle for me
To walk away from your presence
Oh, your ever cascading presence
My youth is far spent
Yet that is all I have to give to you, Lord
They say my strength is but a coin paid
For the chest of salvation
You have placed before me
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Micah Ogugua Okoye is passionate about faith, African history, and poetry. He blends cultural reflection, biblical insight, and personal conviction to explore how faith meets everyday life, especially in African society. Beyond his works of poetry and writings on faith, he is also the founder of Stein OnChain, a platform dedicated to on-chain analytics and education in the Web3 space.