(Numbers 12: 1-15: 41) <br /> <br />O God, the land You have promised <br />already has someone living on it. Why <br />didn't I hear of that before the exodus? <br /> <br />do I have a choice, to leave as a gentleman or <br />stay and challenge the occupant. What happens if I die <br />as a slave to stress? Now think Lord, some other place <br />and let me go to it. <br /> <br />Before I arrived, <br />I sent out men to spy for me, <br />they said it was a virgin land and no one lives up there <br />but that is a lie now—nature never allows vacuum <br /> <br />a long-lost relative of her heart returned to town <br />so we couldn't come to peace, to share what we've got <br />nor settle down and call You to bless our sitting <br /> <br />the land You have promised <br />already has someone living on it and I <br />didn't hear of that before I arrived<br /><br />Padmore Enyonam Agbemabiese<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/of-milk-and-honey/
