THE HAND IN THE MIDST
The hand in the midst
The hand in the midst to design
The hand in the midst to design a man’s form
The hand in the midst to design a man’s form from the knowledge he gets to the information acquired
From the friends he makes to the ones he needs
From the principles he gets to the ones he develops
From the opportunities he sees to the ones he seizes
From the action he takes and finally the legacy he leaves
Here on earth
And then…birth begins… his race to fill up destiny’s space..till death
All from the hand in the midst, the mind of the Creator
                           -Jer 1:5-
                        (The beloved)
                    Azubuike Hannah

Kai, it keeps chasing me
Everywhere I go
It keeps resounding its echo
When your Master sends a sword
That kills your nature
With angels in that speciality
When workers plants in  your own vineyard ( spoken word to your heart)
When Sun pierces the tares or should I say cares in your field
When the Water (Spirit)  that has been blocked by personal resentment pushes through like whirl wind
What do I do?
When the sword is at your neck
and it’s inscription is written “REST!”….
I mean…just rest in the Master’s hand.

Azubuike Hannah