What’s in my hands?
The flag of kingdom built with light beams
A torch burning with the passion of Christ’s dream
A Divine treasure given to a chosen few,
cognizant that the sight from silence isn’t always a golden view
What’s in my hands?
Mare skin, bones and tissue
Ability, to make what he wills of life’s issues
Responsibility, Ben Parker’s words again reflected
to who much is given, much is expected.
Ini Brown
©2021
These fleshy hunger pangs, could leave the mind blind.
Quite often the seeds the word since sowed, get crushed because I’m on my grind.
“My brother hustle o, that money we dey find”
quick to forget the search I’m in is of a kingdom kind.
Always remember
to choose Christ, is not really to choose
I remember thinking what it is am I even to lose
these
earthly offers are rather vain, and merely a ruse
the Godfather made an offer I couldn’t refuse.
Ini Brown
(C) 2021
Dear Christian,
Ini Brown
I hope you do not have to get to the end on the tunnel and find it pitch black, For you to realise that you are light.
On these knees,
My plans and pleas are placed on the infallible Rock of ages
Unswayed like trees in a tropical breeze
For I have insight and wisdom beyond the sages.
On these knees, by this night stand
I gain the strength to stand tough ordeals
Or deal with life when seemingly dealt a bad hand
For the deck is in my favor even when it’s not ideal.
On these knees, worries fall and faith rise
As the prayer call is heard and heed in the hidden.
Situations change faster than light meet the eyes
As angels rush to do my bidding.
On these knees, with these ears
His voice and will are made plain
There are no worries, there are no fears
For the lord risen from the cross he was slain.
Ini Brown
© 2020
With these hands, I will write a hymn, a poem, and a love note,
Just to express the joy my soul feels.
From the gifts of which your word wrote,
And the ails of that which it heals.
For In his hands, are holes that I be made whole,
That I be free from the world and it’s ill
By his sacrifice I am a saved soul
And a co heir to his estate and will.
With these hands, I will lift his name on High
Above issues or powers that be
For your authority, no being can defy
The lord, there is no one as he.
In his hands, is joy, love and peace.
I shall forever bask in his embrace.
Forever anxious for nothing, my heart shall be at ease.
I live not by my being, but being in his grace.
Ini Brown
©2020
God’s love, the great honor bestowed upon man kind
Given to men of all kinds,
This is beyond kindness ,
This is God’s love.
Available for even The most unworthy of people, I’m talking sinners, washed and cleanse as their creator.
This is no stereotype love, this is no aeral type wash,
This is purity.
God’s love is a spiritual chemical, that breaks down your sin crested chain bonds
And transforms vagabonds into Godsons
God’s love is a factory reset button, that deletes your diseases
And resets your life to its divine intention.
God’s love is inner peace and tranquility,
that tranquilizes all of the world’s hostility
So should you fall into anxiety’s quicksand,
Should failure become Pharaoh, saying you will know no promise land.
God’s love is a spark, a fire that burns away your fears.
Its ever-present breeze of certainty, that blows away the embers of anxiety.
God’s love is the foundation upon which the pulpit,
Pulls men from the pit of depression
Its what Christ came offering
Its the origin of that which makes whole all in infirmities.
I have heard testimonies of men with no limbs becoming walking testimonies,
I have seen the deaf become hearers and doers of the word,
This is no blind faith, but faith that heals the blind.
God’s love is real, its no fairytale
Its no princess and Prince
But the prince of peace,
pierced on a cross,
impaled at his side,
Every drop of his blood fell to the ground as a sacrifice.
Gods love is to go to hell, defeat and bring eternal life
God’s love is life.
God is love.
Brown da Poet
© 2020
There are days …
… when my bedroom is a cell
… when the sun has a frown
….When my words are to heavy to tell
…And my bed is quick sand pulling me into the ground.
There are nights…
…When the stars like everyone’s eyes, looks down on me
…When even the moon backbites
…When life crafts shame into a crown for me
…When even my candles lack light.
There are times…
…when life is a school yard bully,
a dictator,
an abusive partner,
an evil warrior.
On these days….
On these nights…
At these times….
I must remember,
I am more than conquerors.
Brown Da Poet
© 2019
Laugh, when your feet is aching
When your heart is breaking
When life storms seems to make your faith shaken.
Laugh, deeper than your pain
Louder than your fears
Laugh for he has taken your cares
and his joy is yours to gain.
Laugh, smile, jump and dance
Spare not these worries a second glance.
Laugh for your strife was won by his stripes
Laugh and let victory be forever your stance.
Laugh…
Brown da poet
© 2019
Christ a poet 