Ayopo Kudayisi

The story of the converts…Answers to the prayer of the evangelist
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We have heard their words they mean nothing to us,
They sing at times they’re just melody to us
They preach at times they’re just stories to us
What are they going to say this time?

We will yet go as before
In our beautiful dresses, we would find our seats in front
I will ensure my steps are graced with glamour
but this time, it shall be my last
Before I make my pact with the world
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but That day our tears accompanied our crying
We were pleading, sobbing, and praying… in genuine repentance
Those same words were like fire in our hearts
Piercing into the innermost of our being

Suddenly the saviour appeared
Brighter than the sun… with love in His eyes
He walked about comforting the repentant

But who will forgive our terrible sins?
Our lies, our immoralities our jealousies?
These are too much to be overlooked!

Then He showed us the hill…
flowing with precious blood unstained.
The blood is able…
The blood is able…
The blood is able…
To purify even the conscience stained with the dirt.

Heb 9:13-14

Ayopo Kudayisi

Prayer of an evangelist
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Oh Lord, give us your word…
A word for those in rebellion
the ones who have heard, but will not follow
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they pass through your house but don’t love the household
They speak the language but don’t have the life
Oh lord give us their word…

They’ve heard our words and they know the lines
They scorn sometimes, and never realise,
They even complete some of our verses
the psalms, the proverbs… just poems to them

Oh lord give us their word.
Except we speak your words, except we show your power, except we reveal your person…
They will laugh at our preaching

Anoint us oh lord… touch our lips, let your fire ignite their heart
So they won’t be destroyed…like he that has stiffened his neck.

– 1cor2:4