I am a sinner, a sinful one,
but you oh Preacher,
should see most clearly.
You have traveled the same road as I,
and made an almost identical journey
up the same similar mountain.
Your nude feet have marched
a similar dusty path.
Surely, this piece,
of our younger days,
this peace confession
of a life ill spent.
This piss- beaten,
termite-eaten signpost
on the road we both knew,
should stir some familiar echo
in your mind.
Like a father’s favourite fairly-tale
heard again years after his death
or
the long-forgotten voice of a child hood friend,
heard again at his funeral,
sin has become
an all possessive obsession,
an obsessive compulsive disorder
and
like a block of ice left out in the sun,
I break up and melt
when temptation provokes.
In the very same river
where you once swam,
I now drown
like an oil-soaked sack of sand.
preach to me once more
preach preacher
my life sure needs a swing..
Category: Poems
My Savior!
I would have been doomed to destruction
Eternally listed for extinction
Forever lost in my pervasion
But on me, God had compassion
Satan’s heavy yoke, on my shoulder was laid
I had no idea that my debts had been paid
I became a victim of hell’s raid
“Loose him and let him go”, God said
God paid the debt I couldn’t pay
He set me free in a miraculous way
What more can I say
But to sing praises everyday
Today, I am free
God’s faithfulness, I always see
I live everyday by His mercy spree
And my life is now filled with so much glee
He is my savior….
#AllHailTheKing
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TO BE A SIGN
Fries, grates, garnishing, fish, shrimp stews and steaks, stuffed stock of turkey n’ beef
Smells rise, scents to savour envelope, develop single sided soaps
I watch an opera repeated in whose honour? seated guests and merry-faced audience?
Noise in the city centre, beats bang and blast out of speakers, hit songs
Season’s excitement, feverish feel, energetic struggle through street’s crowds
Rowdy markets flooded by humans and their sorts
Morphs of many cares, party-minded concerns
Joy declared, the time is here
It’s a birthday; but where’s the celebrant?
The biggest bash ever, always, annual rave
Street parties brew putrid atmosphere, swirl in lewd swill: celebrating who?
Madman-like drive style stuns thousands, rests several “in peace”: celebrating who?
Moguls sift through streams of figures saying gains, rub rot-ridden palms in glee: celebrating who?
The buzz about the season flies about, on wings of unbelieving sails
“He never was” say they, but “cool thing, his party is”: you kidding me?
Kids unwrap strapped gifts, but the celebrant’s offered null
Hugs and kisses for friends and more, but none for the main man
Our reveling- his tears?
Our indulgence- his being left out?
Our great time- leaving outside indescribably joyful eternity?
The sign is the gift, the love is the clarion call
Mulling about the mall, materialist craze, debased jewel life lived otherwise is
The sign is a twinkling star in the sky so high, above earth so low, in need of being raised
Your other option is vagueness as
living, question mark on ultimate aim
The sign is the bubble on chubby cheeks of children, before Christmas gifts fade, innocence taken away
He came to bring back the peace, to bridge to the best side, the aside of present fallen-ness
The Day of the Lord is here, is coming
Embrace joy, lest it be disaster soon after
Let light not be embarrassment, but relief, the basis for death of base forts
Found your joy on faith in him, be freed from fate-driven celebrations
Rejoice, for the saving Celebrant has come
Perpendicular
Yes its written, and so?!
We will do what we do
How can God understand,
How it feels here on lands?
Soon he comes by the clouds
Tearing all of the shrouds.
And He left us the way
Did he fore-see today?
All the good and the perfect
Is our duty to project
But we have to scrape, scrape away
All the garbage in the way.
If we say we’re born of God
Then we do the work
Not because of words of air
No because of who we are
Let his punctuations puncture
Me of thoughts without his future.
And let his verbs reverberate
Into the deeds I perpetrate.
He’ll paint my adjectives
And because he lives
I am a noun named
Only by the breath he penned.
Still the choice is really
Made individually.
I’ll think the way he does,
Am sticking to the Words.
A Peace of Him
No doubt, I was troubled. Too much and half. My heart was afraid. You see, I sulked in my misery for my world was filled with chaos. So don’t blame me. Hearing him say he would leave me soon didn’t help matters even though he promised never to leave me an orphan
He never did actually and in exchange of my troubles, he gave me his first gift – peace and the second – peace still.
“My peace I give to you and my peace I leave with you”
I never understood this man Jesus, the son of David, the said king who would freely give himself to die miserably on the cross.This confusion and season brought me to the beginning “his birth”.
Unto us he was born and unto us he was given but his birth was never his beginning. Mysterious. He was in the beginning of the creation but still he’s marked the beginning of when he “God” came to be with us. Emmanuel. You see, I figured things out when I realized he is the same, yesterday, today and forever. This born king was simple for he had to be carried to safety when Herod went insane with malice and hate. I mean, where was the crowned prince’s guards and macho men and to think he chose a capenter for a father. Herod was not to be blamed for Jesus was declared King as a child – the son of Joseph the carpenter who wasn’t related to Herod the great. I know now truly that the light shone through the darkness and the darkness comprehended it not. Did it? It didn’t for the very star that shew the three wise men the way were so large and clear making other stars become a mist in the cloud. Poor Herod! For the innocent child was never born to contest with his throne, his throne was divine, made of mercy and peace. Rather than carving his name on precious stones, he carved it in the heart of men.
So you don’t wonder why he was called Wonderful, Counsellor , The Mighty God, Everlasting Father and the Prince of Peace. In the increase of his kingdom, peace flowed to no end. So I imagined him in a manger desiring mercy and not sacrifice. This ageless king is transform less, never changes but changeth situations. When the world like Herod’s reign brought lamentations, weeping and great mourning, Rachael wept for her children, refusing to be comforted because they were no more.The killing of every male child from age 2 and below made them mourn their hopeless woe. I bet they never envisioned a king with open arms saying soothingly and affectionately
“Come unto me ye that are heavy laden and I will give you rest.”
Wrapped in a manger, his peasant beginning revealed his personality. He grew clothed in humility. Little wonder he needed to be identified with a betraying kiss for he wore no crown to distinguish him the “King of kings” from his disciples. You can’t get the birth of him out of your mind for his love is matchless and mercy limitless .
So I take a clue from him ,My King – if he says God has called us kings and a royal priesthood; therefore we are gods but we tend to be the opposite of gods – dogs which barks yet makes no impact for empty vessels they say makes the loudest of noise. If God be love we are transformed in the realm of gods until we love completely in sincerity. Love – the law and prophets. It is love that makes us God. He came to save us and his birth marked the very beginning of the mission of love. This He says:
“Blessed are the peacemakers for they shall be called sons of God”
#AllHailTheKing
#CindyDike
THE MANGER
I never expected anything like this
If there was to be a HAGGLE between my will and His I would never have BARGAINED for this
A strange being growing steadily in the belly of my espoused wife
-to-be
Born
-to-give
Life to His BRETHREN
Try having stone as BREAD-THEN you would see that this was not easy to swallow.
It seemed Mary was having a LION’s share of this predicament so I could BEAR to hang on for nine months, just so I would see what this little task that came by night would look like at TWILIGHT. My whole expectation of joy in marriage have suddenly been ECLIPSED by burden, like aligning the sun with the moon I was confused and groping in darkness, hoping that all of this SAGA just like my wife’s water would BREAK-IN-DAWN.
But then again, I had to endure another night of a weir wolf duel.
A tax payment trip to Bethlehem and Mary birthed Him. He who the angels proclaimed was to be named Jesus, Messiah, Holy One, I was in much anticipation I desired to look upon a God. I expected His birth to be like Glory rising, in royalty, magnificence I wouldn’t have been shocked if He was born with a crown to His head but instead when I looked in those eyes all I saw were twinkles.
Twinkle, little stars
I needn’t wonder what you are
For though you came from up above the world so high
Like a simple child you appeared in our lives
Right there, right then, I knew I had found a treasure, a diamond in a child so precious I would run half way across the world to keep Him safe from Herod. I protected a God, YES!!! I never had a normal marriage, but this junction is where my simple life of carpentry collided with God’s spoken word by His prophets and I became the one relevant carpenter in Bethlehem.
My name is Joseph
And I am here to tell you that as sure as darkness never outshines light, Though it might seem like the GOOD ROAD-HIGH SPEED-CAR RACING of your life is becoming a BAD BUMPY-SLOW MO-DONKEY RIDE, and you have fallen off the cliff into a stampede that leaves you picturing your MUFASA’s death, and it SEEM-BAD with everyone like dear uncle SCAR watching, remember that you are the KING’S SON and you would be the LION KING when all of this dust settles.
For no scar, no stampede, no darkness and no dust can outlive the one I have come to reintroduce to you.
I have come to reintroduce Him to you because it seems as those He gave His life to live are yet to realize that they have become living beings, still living off the leavens the Pharisees have been leaving them, leaving the love life left for them to live by the Living one, licking LIME and BITTER LEMONS, tasting but sour GRAPES allow me to heal your liver so you can take in His divine Grace for life in Christ is SWEET
ORANGES
He is THE VINE, you are His branches
If he is DIVINE that makes His branches same. Start acting like the Spirits you are
Stop putting to shame your High priest. Just because your PLANE has crashed and you are LOST or you have been constantly SKIPPING MEALS like someone practicing for the HUNER GAMES doesn’t make God is dismayed in your situation see casts are going up you should give Him some credits
Make Him director, producer, script writer, let’s leave this whole movie to Him and do all that we have been called to “acting and costumes”
Dress up every day in full assurance that someone is in total control, His pain is your gain and I would say this again and again, JESUS ROCKS
The celebration of His first breath (CHRISTMAS) to the time He fulfilled His purpose should make you see the distance from a birth pang to an ‘it is finished’ on the cross so when your life becomes crossed and tangled always remember that God’s plans and purposed for people prevails
TRUST GOD NOT YOU, TRUST ONE NOT TWO, and He has spoken better things to abound for you in Christ now if you would put your whole faith on His ABIDING WORD nothing would be able to THUG at this.
Once again I am Joseph, the one relevant carpenter in history
God’s word, God’s sword, God’swill God will make you relevant wherever you find yourself today.
Listen to this, reason a bit
If LIFE ETERNAL could come in something as common as a manger, how ironically possible can God be in seemingly impossible situations?
God bless you.
#ucTRUTH
#AllHailTheKing
#AllHailTheKing (nqv)
For the invention of phones,
Facebook whatsapp 2go,
For my cousins and Friends,
Okpa, yogurt and bread,
for plantain and for beans,
some don’t know what this means.
But am praising the Lord
who I couldn’t afford,
but I got him for free,
like a slap in a crowd,
and he teaches aloud,
when am quiet enough,
I am caught in his love,
like a flame in a stove.
All bow to him,
who makes wild flowers a team,
who with no greater speech
made a star and leech.
All hail the King,
don’t wait to sing,
make noise and dance,
this here’s a chance,
He’s Lord of the Rings,
Circles circling him,
All hail the king
Allhailtheking
WE ARE ONE
Northern rim
Rasmussen slides about, skating through snow, thinking of soon coming stars
Tonight, above us all, they’ll bubble brightly, billions of ’em
He’ll dream of us, let his eyes widen in wonder of a mass unseen, scattered abroad
In the States, Shawn shaves grass off its parked blockade, frees wind-stuck track of trash
Tomorrow, he’ll pack a block-buster sermon in Church, deliver punches on Christ’s redeeming crunch moment
He’ll look around, see faces, and stay dead-in-stare, stirring slowly for a wider world
Walls can’t keep Khalid’s speedy stream of serene thought, transfixed as He is, reflecting
He’s in the mid-east, but peace, though scarce without, rests within
He’s already been let out, his mind criss-crossing sand dunes to fine sheep-grazed plains far off
He, together with us, feeds off freely given gift, gives up self-ensconced cockpitting
One thoughtful spark from his heart leaps up and away, beating sea spans to find another
Connecting to Bilkisu’s, grating chilli, warming up by fire in chilly condition
Before now, she’s been lone ranger in a universe of mediocre exuberance
This minute , she thinks this thing betwixt and about her bent pounding position, more
A presence warming up, spicing it all up, making sweet dish of a dire shift
As she suddenly joyfully bursts out in brand new songs, praising, somewhere in West Africa
An awakening, this army of faithful followers bear witness to, a telling no distance ever contains
Wang dials Ajeh; they are held in divinely designed triad, fired up beyond Mandarin and Hindi
Katerina cries “Christ is Risen”, as bells clang, clock strike time to converge
From Valparaiso, with love
So together, all of us see the stars above, are awed by life designed by Divine Mind
Signs seen through space, regardless of time zones
Night or day, our praises rise like resurgent waves, our unity a praise
Thousands of miles apart, closer than a linking of hands
We are a life, a voice, a flame to illuminate
Let us, in oneness shine as saints, to show the world
Let them know that Christ is greater than creed, greed, boundary stones or skin tones
Christ is for us, all; Christ makes us his, makes us one.
Christ a poet 