The nature of sin is like an invisibility cloak…Somto Onubogu
Put it on and you hide from Abba.
But He still searches for you
Judging the Judge
Do not judge if you do not wish to be judged
As simple as it seems, I assure you it is not
For in the deepest recesses of my mind
I already classed you… Everytime
The watch you wear, the time you spend
The monies you lend that do not compare…
To how much you are self aware.
Funny, I already judged you
You who sleeps with she(s) and wake with hymns
I’m sorry you dare not speak…you’re dim
I’ve judged you
For you think I did not know of the lies you told
Grow a pair, its getting old
And yet you judge me so
Who gave you the right to judge me? Answer me
Who gave you the right to judge me?? Answer…
Answer me, I…
But I… turns a deaf ear
I is self righteous
I is indignant
I is blind to me
And me does not listen to I
So I ignores you and lets this continue
I, You, Me
The tripatite judge of all who be
Seeking justification in an existence parallel to HIM
In a self created universe beyond HIS reach
Using standards we know won’t stick
Just winding down the clock with every tick
I would rather not be judged by HIM
You would rather not be judged by HIM
Me would rather not be judged by HIM
Cos HIS ways are just and would turn ours to dust
– Somto Onubogu (2019)
“We serve a God who folds time and space; bends the laws of physics and life itself for our sakes”
~ Somto Onubogu
The greatest form of free-will is the freedom to live for Christ. It is the way to live, and death in it is gain.
~ Somto Onubogu
Labels and False Identities
The world we currently live in seems to always have a name for someone or something that behaves or acts in a particular manner. “If it barks, its probably a dog…”, “If it hisses its a snake… “, “If he says he’s not had sex then he’s so lame”
By who’s standards are these labels made? And should one pick up that label and become what they say?
The world apparently is on a downward spiral. Morals and ethics have proven to hold no water as we could see in law suits, where truth is twisted by technicality.
But there is only one name that should matter to you and I. One label and identity that supersedes what the world may label us. “CHILDREN OF THE MOST HIGH”.
By this one identity, we have tapped into the bloodline that is steeped in grace and herded by a gentle, Holy Ghost. Who daily calls us to ensure we carry the family name and practice the family trade…Fishing, as fishers of men. We know that it is neither by power nor by might, lest any man should boast, thats why he said, “the race is neither to the strong nor to the swift…”, it may be as impossible as a camel passing through the eye of a needle, BUT… “With men, these things are impossible, but with God, all things a possible “. So don’t be suprised when the people of the world wonder why you are ready to be so submissive to one ordinary man, why they cannot comprehend how one person was willing to take the blame for everyone’s crimes in hopes that they’ll someday believe His story, why they do not get how we can proclaim “faith” and pray to a God no one sees. How can they? You cannot see through the eyes of faith if you do not have it. And so they label you, and call you names. But do not fret. Stand fast. Speak, preach, sing, rap, design, play, and proclaim the gospel of Christ. Do not worry after that, because for centuries, camels have been passing through the eye of needles.
Scriptures: Rom 8:17, John 15:18, Matthew 10:22
Forgotten Dream; the poem
If we do not chase our dreams, what is the point in having them?
Happy Independence Day
What will the end result be?
Will I die or will I wake?
Questions that haunt me with every decision I make
Like will I make it to heaven if I stay this way?
Will I suffer much if I put it away?
What is the end result?
It’s all to what end?
The end of a matter is supposed to be better than when it first began.
So what then will I do?
I ask myself again
Again and again and again
It seems like I’m being profane
Ii can’t go back to what I was
Neither can I stay
The very ground I stand on is quicker than clay
Stop confusing me please!
I keep the voices at bay
Only I don’t know who is talking
Is it my Saviour or my shame?
The ground I stand on quivers
Do I move on higher?
I stand, I fall, I shiver
If only hope could hold me now
I slip, I fall, I can’t get up
I think I’m lost right now
But there’s something in the distance
Something calling out loud
I shout and shout
It seems I’m talking so loud.
Now the ground shatters
I am lost in a free fall
Into the dark
I give up
I close my eyes
I give up
I begin to close my eyes
Then I’m struck by lightening!
I find myself on a road now
Gripping something so strong
The grace which I once lost
I look in front of me
There’s a road to my left
Another to my right
A decision, I must make now
A path to life, and a path to death
I smile now, for I know the decision to take
The decision is mine.