I NEED YOU JESUS, COME TO MY RESCUE


AN ODE OF THE DESPERATE

By Akin Ojumu

Despite the outward bravado
In spite of all the seeming braggadocio
Notwithstanding the exaggerated machismo
I’m but an insecure soul

With income coming in like a fusillade
Money pouring into bank accounts in a barrage
Investment portfolio growing into an avalanche
I’m but an all hat no cattle flat broke bloke

Although I live in a magnificent mansion
Exotic cars line the driveway like decoration
Closet full of designer outfits is an obsession
I’m but an inadequate person

Often I think I’ve got it all figured out
There’s nothing I haven’t yet thought out
Seem to have all of life’s equations worked out
I’m but a know-nothing sort

Behind closed door
Away from the pretentious glamor
Switching off the light of ostentatious grandeur
I’m but an empty geezer

When it’s all said and done
Deep down in my heart of stone
Even within the marrow of my bone
I’m nothing but a lost bloke

On my own I am nothing
Of myself I accomplish nothing
In myself I know nothing
To the world I mean nothing

Drowning in the sea of worldly expectations
Waves of temporal needs push me down under
Weight of earthly pursuits gnaws like constant irritations
Fear of tomorrow causes me to flounder

I need you Jesus
Come to my rescue
You are the source of life
There’s nowhere else for me to go

Search for comfort offers no comfort
Food on the table leads to discomfort
Pleasures of the world are fairy tales and deceptive fables
What really matters is to be seated at the Heavenly table

There’s no other name by
Which I am saved
Capture me with grace
I will follow you

This world has nothing for me
I will follow You
This world has nothing for me
I will follow You


A portion of this poem is borrowed from the 2009 song titled “Rescue” by the Desperation Band.

The song popped into my mind this evening while laying in bed ready to retire for the day. I’ve been playing it nonstop since.

This of course is an old song, one that I’ve heard many times in the past. But the lyrics hit me again, and it inspired me to cobble together this amateurish ode of the desperate.

I hope the song reminds you of when you first met the LORD. Even in its simplicity, I pray the poem takes you back to Bethel, the very beginning of your journey of faith when you were nothing, knew nothing, had nothing, and depended entirely on the Savior of your soul.

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