I see Ten thousand Chariots, One Rider.
Blood stains on His robe drenching,
Blood Veins in His arms bulging,
Vigilance in His gait springing,
Fire in His eyes blazing.
I see judgment on the Horizon.
Leviathan trembling. Ashtheroth shivering. Continue reading
It’s a lonely empty world out there!
Sure it makes no sense to your ears
‘cos statistics hold sufficient claim to a certain 7 billion souls walking the globe
Yet like my creator all I see is a big void
An empty nothingness, wish I could call forth the brightness like He did but I’m no Edison
No! I simply do not have that capacity, I am an inductor
You see the very same curse that robs this world of its fullness
is what right now invades my consciousness
I am living proof to the thick darkness that lurks in obvious sight
permit me to call this day-night. Continue reading
I am so perfect, in fact I have never and will never see anybody as perfect as me.
When I make a mistake; I’m only human, when others make a mistake; they are careless,
When I fail a course; the lecturer failed me, when others fail a course; they are dull,
When I eat all d food; I’m hungry, when others eat all the food; they are greedy,
When I come to church late; I was busy, when others come to church late; they don’t fear God,
When I win; I am obviously the best, when others win; they are lucky,
When I shout angrily; they provoked me, when others shout angrily; they have no self control,
When I fall asleep; I was tired, when others fall asleep; they are lazy,
When I drink garri; I’m being content, when others drink garri; they are broke & poor.
When I play games; I’m relaxing, when others play games; they are wasting their time.
Can’t you see how perfect I am & flaw full everyone else, that’s why I have a right to criticize everyone ( and maybe even God)
Perfect me … Or …is that, insensitive & judgmental me.
–William Udousoro
The Christianity that costs you nothing, profits you nothing,
If it cant cost you sleep, it wont profit you rest,
If it cant cost you food , it wont profit you satisfaction,
If it cant cost you risk, it wont profit you safety,
If it cant cost you friends, it wont profit you relationships,
If it cant cost you money, it wont profit you wealth,
If it cant cost you sacrifice, it wont profit you consolation,
If it cant cost you seeds, it wont profit you harvest,
If it cant cost you death, it wont profit you life,
If it cant cost you the world, it wont profit you Christ.
The Christianity that cost you nothing profits you nothing.
True Christianity will cost you everything, but will give you much more.
It’s direction unknown, it’s source untraceable, it’s purpose undetectable
It’s path traceless, it’s way trackless, it’s road trap less,
It’s strength limitless, it’s power boundless, it’s might faultless,
Smooth as silk, blinding as light, flowing like oil.
All around but none can hold it, felt everywhere but none can point it,
When calm all is calm, when fiery all must move
With no sense of arrangement, the rootless attest this
In it’s fury an enemy to all, save the eagle
Giving the waves no sleep and the aflight full thought
Yet we dare not live without it, we dare not breathe without it
Missing in space, the astronaut’s regret
It’s way a mystery, it’s thought hidden, it’s effect un-ignorable
Like he born of the Spirit, like she conscious of Life,
Tis my way, tis my only way.
–William Udousoro
Upon the waters she sits
With a golden chalice of wine she sits
She’s Nimrod’s first daughter, a disguised folly.
Upon the waters she sits.
In Purple and Scarlet, her colours, she sits
She is a royal harness
A High-profile Princess
Upon the waters she sits
Like a river goddess she sits
On a wild beast so deadly
Seven horns, blaspheme is its name.
Upon the waters she sits.
Upon the nations she sits
And the church is blind as she sits
Like a tribe’s witch doctor
Her charms have destroyed my Priests
Upon the waters she sits
She’s Jezebel’s daughter, Ashtheroth’s own baby
Babylon the great, she sits
Luring Kings of the earth to her bed, Patting their backs
Preparing for their necks, a stabbing knife
But she still sits. In power.
In the church, she sits
Preaching from the pulpit, she sits
Against every authority, she rebels
But she still sits.
And have made my people drunk, she sits
Having fornicated with Kings, she still sits.
Throw her down. Rebuild the desolate places.
Time is come for the Ecclesia
The Glorious bride, to be unveiled.
Babylon the great is fallen, said I, THE LORD.
Life is in itself an irony
A cry sometimes could be a source of joy
For it could be the heralding of a baby girl or boy
Life is in itself an irony
The child strays off to his own hurt
But the mother watches keenly
For she knows pain may sometimes be the guide for him to mature
Life is in itself an irony
Though the stage is set and all is perfect
She would never have made it as the celebrated celebrity
Had she not put things once important to her to utter neglect
The gloom of her story built the foundation for her glory
Life is in itself an irony
The laws we set to bring us peace
Now fuels our lust for war and rivalry Continue reading
We all have been given a blank page
Presented before us is an open stage
The microphone, the glamour, the frenzy all for the taking
Today more than any we have so much been given
The first day of the year oh so special
A day like no other you can’t afford to be superficial
Once the clock ticked twelve to announce a new dawn
We all celebrated for a new year was born
You made it through I’m so glad you did
For by mortal strength none would have this year seen
So before you delve into the uncharted course the years presents
Take a while and appreciate HIS excellency, GOD, the author of time and essence
We all have been given a blank page
Presented before us is an open stage
But before the taking, a choice before is set
And like any other day its a simple one of Life or Death
So I’d rather you chose life friend
‘Cos the days before us holds the most amazing moments without end
Hey, buckle up tight!
This ride is sure going to leave a definite mark in your life
The seconds ever so earnest are already ticking away
Sooner than later would follow the days, weeks, twelve months, a year
Yes this new year would have shifted for yet another
But the opportunities, possibilities used and ignored would forever stay in its borders
We all have been given a blank page
Presented before us is an open stage
If history is going to make a fine read, then be careful what you write in chapter 2015
Fresh and ready is the year however know this: Greater works than these is HIS scheme
Grace be multiplied unto you
John 14:12
Christ a poet 