"CORONA VIRUS"

I wish for once, just once that I was just like the Corona virus
The virus that will plague the lives of men taking them from their promised land back to Egypt where they'll learn to call upon God with fear and trembling
And in less than two months compel thousands to heed the call of salvation without rebellion

How I wish that I'll be the darkness through which men will see the light of Jesus
Making them retreat to the base of the altar, rearrange the stones, set the wood in order and rekindle their fire.
Through me, men would stop to contact grace via handshakes after a great ministration and seek for God’s grace via personal & devoted devotion
This purge will ruminate on the mind of the highly esteemed & the lofty, the rich man who despised lazarus
Bringing them forth from their comfort of luxury to wriggle in the dirt at the foot of the cross

And at just a sneeze, demons will cease to run down the peace of mind of brethren
And a simple cough will open their eyes to how tough I can be

How I wish that like Joshua, I could put businesses on a standstill, slowly reduce the pace of the hustles & struggles
And make men build strength as their muscles of faith gets built up in the gym of prayer
How I wish that motels could shut down & adulterous men would quit the streets of SODOM & rebuild their broken homes with genuine love
Value will now be placed on tears, no hugs & touches as many will learn how to read signs in sighs, smiles, and frowns without being schooled
And that prostitutes will shut their gates that men troop into & start looking for doors that can change their lives

How I wish that at the mention of my name, everyone will come to the realization that salvation cannot be googled and no technology can take the place of Christ
That so called men of God with large congregation can now identify the zacchaeus within them and the mega churches can now be broken down into bytes of cells making the Word of God To be evenly distributed

How I wish that I'll take to every home making sleep an enemy as Bibles will be resurrected from where they've been buried, the dirt & dust shaken off and like lazarus will be unwrapped to find life entrapped within
How I wish that my presence can now make communion to be taken with sacred consecration & eaten with godly intuition
Keeping men awake like the 5 wise virgins, with their lips dancing to the rhythm of unknown tongues, eyes burning & blaring, hearts stretching & yearning
Making them realize the importance of Christ's extended hands on the cross & also extend theirs to those who view life as a curse, bringing them into the course of salvation and watch them run the race without dropping the baton of fellowship.

So Lord I pray that you make me a virus that'll spread not fear but hope, weaving everyone into Your love
And when I leave, they won't ever recover for there'll be no CURE.