RIPPLES OF PRAISE

November 9, 2016November 10, 20161 Comment

When I try to complain..

Words well up from behind my eyes as I type
them without format, stanza or protocol. I simply
need to eradicate the stench of annoyance that
has built up from years of not flushing my
system properly of irritation.
The log of wood in my left eye has grown a
canopy that is the habitat for my patience and
perhaps, I have become a patient nursing the
promises of my Comforter as I watch my kin
shiver in a cold world.
I want to dump my conscience, having found it
has been conditioned by the same Miss
Information that hails from The knowledge of
Good and Evil. Since I’ve fallen off that family
tree, I want to leave that Local Government Area
behind, but…
How?
Lord You said if I left mother, father, sister,
brother and anything anyone for you I would
surely get more in return, but is this what you
meant? Should I really abandon these people to
their ways?
Yes?! I hear you saying ‘Yes’!!
Yes, why not Yes right? With one word, you solve
my dilemma and as usual where I’ve come to
sulk and pout, you suck me dry of depression
and pour out your peace. If I didn’t have you I
would surely have snapped like a twig
underneath a stampede.
Tomorrow I will have a smile for everyone, and
your words will crawl down the my heart only to
drip through my lips and ripples of joy and
praises will send waves of glory into eternity.
It is you, working in me, willing and doing your
thing. All they’ll see is you, while even I am
healed inside your startling power. My gratitude
is unspeakable but I know you know my
thoughts, so you know my expressions of worship
are merely outbursts of spirit pressure.
You are mine, and I am yours,
Your eternal Majesty;
The Lord of Light and Life,
The King of Heaven,
First Signatory of The Better Covenant,
Grand Architect of the Universe,
The Invisible Lord of Everything,
The Inventor of Music and Beauty,
The Chief Dispenser of Meaning,
The Author of Language and Progenitor of its
Diversity,
The Beginning The End,
The Boundary of Existence,
The Puzzle of Wisdom,
The Spirit of Truth,
The Way to Immortality,
The Conqueror of Death,
The Slayer of Nothingness,
My Father, Teacher, Healer, Provider, Shield,
Reward, Wisdom, Power, My God and Lord.
My Spirit, words must have been invented for
this very purpose, You!!!
You!!!
The Love,
The Inventor of Lovers,
You better prepare, because I’m coming home to
praise you like you imagined from the beginning
of the world; and you know… You know.

-Neil

LET THERE BE LIGHT!

November 3, 2016November 7, 2016Leave a comment

And God said “let there be light”

And the big bang theory happened

God saw this was good

Then Lucifer became Satan

Making the hearts of men twisted
Preventing us from seeing the Spirit of life in use

We were doomed to only see dust wherever we stood

Until we became saw dust

The escapades to find light were endless with no result

When our philosophies became more supreme in our eyes than God’s

And then stepping stones became mountains

That even in recent times,

The reoccurrence of genesis to exodus with no revelation still happens

Because our eyes had been darkened

Remember when we were toddlers

And every theorist was a bluffer

We tried putting the switch on both sides

To see if it will stay

To see if there will be change

And just as the law is perfect

We ate the fruit and our minds perished

Because the Spirit was not in there

But I’m not trying to tell you anything different

Christ alone efficient

His grace alone is sufficient

And your minds to brace up!

So let your glass of space focus on Christ

To be identified by Him

And not dignified by any man

Cause’ when Christ is involved

The insignificant becomes magnificent

That reaching unto his hem

Throws all your past deeds
into abyss

And your first degree of light would be revealed

Our paths are clearer in Him

Becoming new brands in his clan

As we blossom
in His bosom

Even if I’m are wrong for thinking this way

If i am wrong for saying we choose Christ way

There is no logic to Him

For in Christ I’m determined

So you are ashamed of Him

Those of us at the back seat

He will be ashamed of you

In front of Our Papi

And even if you deny Him he can’t deny himself

For he is faithful enough to wait for you

But time waits for no man

So just Switch On to Christ

For in Him there is Light.

Hannah/Thoetanko

THE PRIESTLY GENERATION

October 22, 2016November 1, 2016Leave a comment

He looked afar in search of a kind

But in the lot, none worthy was found

The earth groaned, the heavens moaned

As darkness covered the people whole

Kings grew numb, princes too dumb

For servants rode horses and sin reigned on deaths throne

A cry was heard around the city walls

That of hope rekindled, joy reborn as chosen elites were brought forth

Redeemed from destruction, renewed by the Word

This kindred a wondrous sight to behold

Priests unto salvation, prophets unto redemption

To bring home the lost and weary souls

Armed with a clean spirit and wilful heart

These guide to reveal hidden mights

An array of mediators, an array of conquerors

All created to bring glory and honour to His throne

A channel of power, God’s mighty arsenal

Breaking through hell’s gated and fallow grounds

They turn not from their shepherd’s lead

They fear not even in the darkest deep

They march on along the righteous path representing Christ

A priestly generation ordained, the Kingdom’s light.

-JEDIDAIAH

Breaking News: AMNESTY; Oct 2, 2016!

October 2, 2016October 19, 2016Leave a comment

Man is brute; man is rude.

Man is mean; man means business.

Man loves money; man wants to be happy.

Man loves to look good; even at Goodluck, E.J’s expense.

Man loves to win, to rule, and to dominate.

Man rapes the systems, including his sisters.

Man eats chocolates, pizza, afang, and her babies too.

Man loves to lie; even with his own grandson.

Man is poor and needy; man is funny.

Man loves his friends, and hates his haters.

Man can kill a fly, a rat, a snake, a dream, and a friend as well.

Man is afraid of losing his friend; man is afraid of losing his life.

Man has desires; man needs God.

Man wants to be loved; man needs to be happy.

The man in man would never allow any man born of a woman to attain the state of a 100% qualification necessary for the best of life that he craves within himself. Therefore, every man plagued with the curse of a Homo-Sapiens genetic make-up, is unable to attain that 100% perfect life, which would enable him get a 100% cosmos reward, no matter how hard he tried. So he is left with the options of attaining the physical cosmos such as large homes and cars either by crook or by ‘conc’ work. On the other hand, the spiritual cosmos, the enjoyment of the finer things of life- his peace of mind, his happiness, he pursued with the fake promises that yoga, blue sea, landscape, a holiday at Ibiza, babies, charity, and the like gave to him.

America since 1776 and the world at large, have pursued more steadfastly than Usein Bolt during the last Olympics, the medal made of ‘happiness’, only to find their medal spreading her wings and flying away to her cleft home just like the American Bald eagle.

Economic recession, leading to depression; religious nepotism, leading to terrorism; love of self, leading to hike in crime rates; urbanization, industrialization, and pollution leading to global natural disasters; are the litmus indicators that man has not only failed himself but has been bound by powers and systems way beyond the Homo-Sapiens’ control. Man from the prehistoric times even until now is been held captive by a dark rule, a dark kingdom that entraps him in the prison life of self-destruction. The wisdoms and knowledge that constitute this kingdom’s system has made man sign to his own death and also sign away his freedom to this self-destructive reign of this dark rule, who on daily basis, ushers a blanket of blindness (the Dark Age) on his poor captives even in the midst of the Age of Enlightenment, the Kingdom of God long introduced in the Year of the Lord, even on this day of amnesty, Today! Today when you hear his voice, do not harden your heart as was done in the rebellion.

This is the verdict: Light has come into the world, but men loved darkness instead of light because their deeds were evil. 1

Bear in mind: from the day of John the Baptist and even now, the Kingdom of God suffers violence, and only the violent ones take it by force. 2

The Kingdom of God is God’s own very Rest from every human work, His own very Amnesty, the end of man trying to find God but to let God find him through faith in ‘the God efforts’.

This is His Will, Amnesty: for the Father’s Will is that everyone who looks to the Son and believes in Him shall have eternal life, and He will raise him up at the last day. 3

This is the Work of God: to believe in the one He has sent. 4

Therefore, whoever believes in Him is not condemned, but whoever does not believe stands condemned already because he has not believed in the name of God’s one and only son. 5

The commission: the Christ-a-poet Concept Nigeria, like Apostle Paul, has undertaken a project, commissioned by Christ Himself, to remit, forgive the sins of men by helping every man on earth to understand and respond sensibly to the Lord’s Amnesty on this year of the Lord, October 2, 2016.

The Spirit of the Lord is on me, because he has anointed me to preach good news to the poor. He has sent me to proclaim freedom for the prisoners and recovery of sight of the blind, to release the oppressed, to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor. – Luke 4: 18-19(NIV).

John 3: 19.
Matthew 11: 12.
John 6: 40.
John 6: 29.
John 3: 18.

TIME

September 28, 2016September 28, 2016Leave a comment

Its boundaries same to all yet varying in displacements

The universal factor condensing in its form

For a wary student in class, very slow

For a lad asleep on the hay, too fast

A realign of composure ordering man’s events into play

For the hawker, an endless trek of shouts, sweat and pain

Hoping at sun down, the pain would be repaid in gain

Each hour counting, history’s witness, penning issues deemed fit

Its entity relies on no stance

It regards no opinions for it is set like the rising of the sun even the seasons to reap or sow

It determines what tides are turned; and authority in itself

It shows no favours
Accomplishments are noted as a virtue of wisely turning time

Wasted nights, unclaimed prizes, a teary eye, stiffed pride

Daunting reminders of wages gotten from cheating time

Regardless of wishes, time once passed could never be reborn

It would be as futile as pushing back a shot bullet to cock a gun

Each minute a precious gift given to treasure

A mighty feat will be managing time to reap its bliss

Time misused could replicate thousands of skies heavy with fountains of regret

Pouring down with no shade to hide from the effects of being drenched in sorrow

When tomorrow hits the band-wagon of yesterdays

It is claimed time as way-laid by misfortunes of mistakes

The future duped by procrastination’s mob raping the essence of today’s success

A probable result of yesterday’s indulgence.

Freestyle Friday

September 22, 2016October 19, 2016Leave a comment

Not really. (Niel)
(I’d love to say I hate to say this but I’ve been telling every theologian I meet so I guess I love it.)
The Tanakh (Hebrew Bible), which comprises of the Torah(moses), the Nevi’m (Prophets) and the Ketuv’im (Writings), is a highly misread book. There are Hebrew traditional commentaries that usually must accompany the reading of the Tanakh which are almost totally ignore when the Tanakh is renamed the Old testament by the Medieval Church.
The fact that Hebrews 6-10 repeatedly tell us the old one was faulty should give us pause when we read the old testament. God, by saying ‘ this is my son, in whom I am well pleased..listen to him’ has not only publicly announced Jesus symbolically and emphatically as the anointed one, or Christ (Or Messiah), but he has also pointed out the lens by which we, gentiles (thank you Hanna, I snap to u too), can and should see God. If the Jews, to whom the Tanakh belonged, could be so blind they don’t see the salvation in front of their noses, I thinker should take heed to look through Jesus, at the old testament.
#EVERYDAYJESUS is the revelation of God
For example, did God not say Moses is his Servant with whom he talks, face to face?

Yet we now know, no one has seen the Father except the Son who is from the Father. So, who is exaggerating? Moses or Jesus?
When you consider John’s example of ‘the disciple whom Jesus loved’ which is found only in his account, you see that writers took such liberties, so Moses and the unknown writer of Job obviously did. There is no demarcation in the old testament between lore and History.
It would be wise therefore to be careful to look through Jesus, the Spirit of God, because the letter really does kill.
My people perish for lack of knowledge and the Jews normally had anointed prophets who read them the Tanakh until John the baptist. He didn’t bother. Born a Levite, priest by lineage, yet that man waited for the real truth.
Don’t tell me the Bible is the truth. The Bible is true as much as it points to Jesus.
John 5:39-46

39 You search and investigate and pore over the Scriptures diligently, because you suppose and trust that you have eternal life through them. And these [very Scriptures] testify about Me!
40 And still you are not willing [but refuse] to come to Me, so that you might have life.
41 I receive not glory from men [I crave no human honor, I look for no mortal fame],
42 But I know you and recognize and understand that you have not the love of God in you.
43 I have come in My Father’s name and with His power, and you do not receive Me [your hearts are not open to Me, you give Me no welcome]; but if another comes in his own name and his own power and with no other authority but himself, you will receive him and give him your approval.
44 How is it possible for you to believe [how can you learn to believe], you who [are content to seek and] receive praise and honor and glory from one another, and yet do not seek the praise and honor and glory which come from Him Who alone is God?
45 Put out of your minds the thought and do not suppose [as some of you are supposing] that I will accuse you before the Father. There is one who accuses you—it is Moses, the very one on whom you have built your hopes [in whom you trust].

46 For if you believed and relied on Moses, you would believe and rely on Me, for he wrote about Me [personally].

#freestylefriday

#norhymesjustreason

SUNDAY

September 11, 2016Leave a comment

Niel: Follow suit, Four lines
We the cup we don’t pay fines
Never waiting till Sunday
Praise with me and its Son day

Praise: Son day is everyday
Not till Sunday
Do we praise still
Even today we don’t quit praise

Niel: Even today we don’t quit
Once I was a nitwit
It all changed on that Sunday
When God said, “my Son dey!”

Praise: My son dey
Never to go astray
If he ever strays
His back I still got

Niel: He’s back, I still got
The blood that won’t clot
In Acts won and ate
First Sunday till date

Cindy Dike: Son day is everyday
Not till Sunday
Do we praise still
Even today we don’t quit praise.

Praise: Till date
Cause of my son slain
Nothing takes you
Not even the devils game

Niel: Boom…

Not even the devils game
Can turn the tides and tame
The cubs reborn in that name.
After all the dude is lame

Praise: Dude so lame
I do be king
If the lamb is slain
But God was ruling the game

Niel: But God was ruling the game
And my issues still didn’t line up
So I stuck my trust on him
My downfall still hasn’t come up

Praise: Up still my trust still stood
Like UC I saw truth
Setting me free
Not wild but stiff

Uc Truth: He lied to you
‘I ll torment you in hell’!!,well I could too
It’s a trick, slick subtle to get you thinking he’s in control
Save it!!
He is in charge though
In, charged for raping humanity off God’s standard now a life sentence has left him wick: forever burning in flames

A life sentence: did you get it?
You have a life sentence so no phrase no matter how subtle should make you cower in fear

Or shed a tear
See, this is so clear

Even in Hell
God reigns supreme
Didi is in torment

So let’s say I somehow mistakenly snatch myself outta Christ’s palms

In hell: I ll be ridding on a colt,
And the devil ll be waving the palm

Niel: Not wild but stiff
Death shocked at my sniff
He’s Divine, in him I leaf
You see, saw, we got gifts

Praise: Gifts never had to pay for
Though daddy said work if you need more
But Gods word above the suit…

Zee : Stiff I stand
Glorying like sand
Its innumerable not bland
I live with flavor in every slang

Niel: And the devil’ll be waving the palm
Saying,’No more Sir, please Sir be calm!’
I see those that he wants to harm.
The Lord is my Head and I am
The mic at the end of his arm.

So listen oh sea and the land
The end of the end is at hand.

And we are the winners
I don’t mean Oyedepo
Though He’s a winner
You get what am saying though.

Zee : Suits, they stand with faces stern not to
Soothe, they weep. none to perform the act so
Smooth, I say he’s there to get you out to Grace paradise
Suite, yeah that’s where you’ll be in not the courts of law

Zee : You get what I’m saying though
Your donkey isn’t at the bough any more
You’ve got chariots now
You’re reigning supreme through fire and sooth

Niel: Flavor in every slang
Angels, nodding, hang
God’s word above the soot
Suit yourself or follow suit

Praise: Truth is all we do see
Lenses cleansed lest the view tainted all ceased
Blinded to moses
But Christ we see

Niel: Fire and Soot, courts of lore
Fire and sooth, purifier and more
Fire and suit, I’m saved you see?
Fire and suite, someone applaud Zee

Zee : Applauding Zee
Shes lacking Zest
Not that she needs a vest
She’s just got the best
Jesus, he makes me complete and forget the rest

Praise: I do forget the rest but this journey not complete yet
I am complete though
But to more Christ I preach yet

Zee : Yet it’s not I
Only he’s got eyes
Flaming like fire to melt the ice
Saving them from eternal demise

Niel: Jesus!!! And forget the rest
Tell the world to come and rest
Christ we see, our eyes are blessed.
Christ I preach? The answer, Yes!!

Uc Truth: With all due respect I’m not blind
Christ came so i’ll see Truth, so I have a clear mind
I’m no more in ‘C’hains
Totally raining under Christ’s ‘U’mbrella

You understand why I won’t take it lightly for any one trying to take me backwards from ‘U’ to ‘C’
Just because you won’t look @ the word left for you to see
See,
See for you to see, you need to look
At Him
As for me UC’ I’m forever looking @ Truth

St Davinique: Sunday was chilly like a sundae in this time of rain but nonetheless Sons dey so we hail our King because He reigns…and some days sons just chill like it’s Sons day…Thy kingdom come they yell…tell the world the King dey. We surely invade!

Zee : Looking at truth
Way awesome than Ruth
I’ve got even better Roots
Its in him, I’ll kick in with Boots
Not like Puss in boots
Like The Redeemer’s Love I’m booked

You see, just flexing the U to the sea
Forget the Cee
Add the hue
And Christ is all YouSee, UceeTruth…

St Davinique: So bright it melts the Sun

Zee : (I was wondering
Trying not to go wandering
Maybe like the land of Nod
I’ll shake my head not nod
Like the lizard on the porch
It’ll rest in the dazing scorch
Till the scotch falls from brother’s hand
And christ is all he has )

Praise: I’m free from these chains
I have been changed
Not like Buhari’s change
Which seems to the people that they are back to the very fountain of chains.

St Davinique: Try to catch my breath but this love left me breathless, Caught in the cocoon of love that runs red and drips life..scrolls that taste like honey, that melt mountains into wax of praise…His presence, my hiding place on Sunday.

‪Tolu‬: Sunday! Set up a new ray. A wake to a gentle bliss. A reckon that “christ likes ” may stop their cry…. for christ is alive!!!! Oh yes HE HAS BURIED OUR SINS. Now grace is seen

Zee : Grace is seen
Smokey mirrors fade
We don’t care about smokey eye shadow
The shadows have cleared
Its all clear now
The express image of God
Not on my Sundays alone
His fellowship I carry always.

Doebi: Seen thee o Grace!
No two-sided mirrors
No more double-minded
Than the Son is.

His fellowship I carry always
And guess what
Even Death himself
Wouldn’t do us part!