The Waiting Room.

We were seated in the waiting room
Waiting and watching, thinking ‘he’s gonna show up soon’

We endured for long in an area where fear and anxiety loomed over us

Then finally the doctor walked into the room

His presence made us sit up

Our ears itching to hear

Our hearts prepared to accept

Every word he would say
Weather terrible or good

Looking upon our pitiful faces, He spoke,

“There is a patient in emergency room

Her name is…..

Nigeria”

Yes! Yes! Yes!

She is our mother,

We all echoed.

We had to rush her here

She was dying

Her face battered by oppression

Her bones broken by insecurity

Her brain damaged by a failed government

She is malnourished with proverty
Even though her stores are full

This wasn’t what she promised
Her very chosen ones

“She will be fine”
He said casually

Suddenly, we realised who our suposed doctor was

Oh my!!!
We were speaking also to the King of kings in the waiting room

While we were speaking
One of our little ones
Walked up to him and held one of his fingers
And she said sweet lord, is there no balm in Gilead

There was silence.

And the Lord asked an interesting question

He said unto us

“Son of man, can these bones live?
And we all said “oh Lord you know!”
(Ezekiel 37: 3, KJV)

And the Lord said
Behold, I will do a new thing; now it shall spring forth
Shall ye not know it?
I will even make a way in the wilderness, and rivers in the desert.”
(Isaiah 43:19, KJV)

Behold a new Nigeria shall spring forth

But since you are still in the waiting room

Do what those who wait on Me do
Exercise your faith.”