AWAKENED DESIRES

So full of myself,
Crawling upon the waters
The darkness envelopes
The pressure develops
I’m born again! Thrice have I received Christ
My soul groans
My body yearns
The photo of the crucifix is on my wall
I look, but no
It’s not in pictures
The life of Christ is not in images
I’ll surely tear off that photo
If after all, I fall victim of lust
And my four-day old Christian life is lost
I grab the chaplet lain on my table
Perhaps, I’ll sin no more
My heart pounds, the rhythm is faster
The life of Christ is not in symbols
Smoking, women, alcohol
I gave up all these three months ago
I gave them all up again
Three days ago
But I still feel them, and want them
In between the darkness and the pressure
I stand, shrouded in sin
Expressing desires, I long let go

YOU AND I

In structure and mind we differ, you with your toy gun and I with my doll

Both content in our own world opening only to those we trust.

Time passes and we both thrive, I with my flowers and you with your guitar

Trying to find ourselves while making our own mark

We leave the past to run with Christ

Our giant strides taken in wisdom’s path

We both write, I of my feminine mind and you in your masculine might

Both trying to reach out to grasp the essence of our fights

You seek and I find in the motion of time,

A common ground, a joint hope, a renewed heart

In an unexpected tide we mix our lives

Learning vices and sharing minds

I with my determined heart and you with your focused eyes

Together we turn the tides, growing in love, strengthening all ties

You with your unwavering faith and I with my praying knees

Soaring above sin, we would gladly live, in our master’s creed

We would believe till a point we would become holy within him.

Looking out to the unseen things, I boldly decree

To you I would cleave as a virtuous queen and you as my wise king

Both following as God would deem fit

air3_artluz_051

OLD RUGGED CROSS

Gbennard

On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,
The emblem of suffering and shame;
And I love that old cross where the dearest and best
For a world of lost sinners was slain.

So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross,
Till my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it some day for a crown.

O that old rugged cross, so despised by the world,
Has a wondrous attraction for me;
For the dear Lamb of God left His glory above
To bear it to dark Calvary.

In that old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine,
A wondrous beauty I see,
For ’twas on that old cross Jesus suffered and died,
To pardon and sanctify me.

To the old rugged cross I will ever be true;
Its shame and reproach gladly bear;
Then He’ll call me some day to my home far away,
Where His glory forever I’ll share.

by

George Bennard

Copied from cyberhymnal.org

Picture credits: Wikipedia.org

I feel Welcomed

I feel Welcomed

A semblance of a true family
united by words woven in skill
knit together by the fabrics of a shared faith
I feel welcomed into a People of spiritual literary prowess
into a house of skilled penspeakers
among a nation of explosive evangelism

Permit me to introduce to you
a new ChristaPoet member
one who has come to learn from y’all,
To introduce myself,
Iorfa Steven-Kator
I am welcome.
Am I?

ON A JOURNEY

If eternity existed now
What a difference that would make.
If forever was a sure thing right now
We wouldn’t be scared.

If mistakes weren’t real
Decisions won’t be hard.
If pain wasn’t part of the bargain
Gain would be easy.

If luxury was littered everywhere
Hardwork would be useless
If death wasn’t a reality
Life wouldn’t be treasured
.
And what a life that would be…
One in which everything and anything goes
Virtues would be outrageous
And Vices….Normal

It would be a struggle
More than it is now.
That’s why a heavenly eternity awaits
Anyone who walks the narrow way

The way for heroes and heroines
The way of discipline,The way of courage
The way of humility,The way of service
The Way called JESUS.

The way that renews your spirit
And changes your character.
The way of life!
Eternity is not now but we are all on the Way

Are you on the right one?

-Ebisike Amarachi

A REPLY TO The REPLY (sequel to Questions for the atheist…)

The book says be wise
I say be stupid only the clear sighted can see
The things of the spirit are stupidity to the common man
A common man you are

Haven’t you read? No you haven’t
You are a common man

At 12 Jesus understood more
More than the Jewish scholars

A survey was conducted
For entrance into Nebuchad’s university
Criteria being voraciousness in reading

Sensibility, versatility, and goodlooks
Four were chosen, The Judah brothers

Ten times wiser
Wiser than the skilled magicians and wise astrologers in the realm
To labor we don’t relent
Luke the doctor cured
Peter the fisherman fished
Like sand on earth

Chosen from the earth’s corners
From tax collection, to politics
It’s been passed down, call it old stories
Our manual the holy book

You haven’t read of course
You are a common man

A little sleep, a little slumber
And poverty will invade
So we work like the ants

‘Cos you haven’t read
You are a common man
We are scholars
Commanded to study for approval
Our differences here thereof

Happy ants with bountiful harvest
At poor yield we rejoice
At plenty yield we are thankful
My attitude is positive
You can’t fathom that

In your basket holes are seen
I see style instead
They see the water you can’t hold
I see the slices you can hold
Can you live like that?

We find love in the furnace
Strength in difficulties
Boldness in dark alleys
Much hope on family and friends you have
But humans are undependable
They disappoint, They die

Ever heard the song ‘it is well’?

The artiste hoped and hoped
but an atheist would have given up
Severe case of depression

Suicide!

There lies our stupidity
It lies in innate happiness
It lies in faith and hope
Stay logical common man
We are comfortable
’cause our Savior is a comforter.

MIND GAMES

Four walls, darkness I’m in a room

Camera, lights, action! I’m on cue

Me, I am the real you

Though I may never be captured by these physical sight apertures I am the true you

Funny they say seeing is believing cos there is no question to it

I do exist and three can testify to this God Devil and you yes you

I am the black spot no extra-terrestrial entity can reach

I am the second most important being next to your spirit

I am your decision sector your emotional dictator

I am the reason why you feel the way you feel

I am an obsessive information collector

I am the secret to your intellectual competence

I am your soul or better put I am your mind and these four walls here, is my home

The darkness? Oh boy I love it

cos in it there are no limits to what I can do

You see the darkness it feeds my strength to create fantasies vast as seas

An unending world of lust my Monalisa masterpiece LOL!

 

Thing is I’m never satisfied and the possibilities just remain endless

Yes I am caged the reality sinks in but it doesn’t matter it was always meant to be or so I think

My blinded sight shades the reality to a beautiful grey so all I need do is forget

Forget I have no clue where I’m sailing to

Forget I have responsibilities to attend to

Forget I only live for the next minute

o matter it’s the civilized way, life on the fast lane

I just try to forget that soon you will die, your spirit will return to its maker

but I will have to find home on one side of eternity

Problem is I don’t think I’d qualify for the heavenlies

Forget I should Forget I would but the fact that I ignore the truth does not mean it ceases to be true

My feigned ignorance was the facade that shielded me up until the light came to me…

 

As we three listened to the preacher preach

I could sense a lot of activity a new thing was occurring

It seemed as if our old friend, your spirit was rebirthing

And somewhere in this dark enclosement a light was finally shining wow!

As the words flowed from me to your lips

We all surrendered to HIM who was and is and will forever be

We gave him total control and you know its so amazing

cos as you feed me with the knowledge of His word I am changing

Maybe not as fast as did your spirit but as the light gains more in

I am renewed not rebirthed I said renewed and though I’m just within you,

This is the miracle that transforms you.

 

So you want to be successful, I see all the plans you’ve made

All the strategies you wish to undertake

Don’t be surprised I know these, you conceived them in me

I understand you do this because one who fails to plan plans to fail

But why do you not plan to renew me daily?

Does not the word proclaim that new wine in old skin would cause a spill

Why do you plan without me?

Don’t you realize it all starts with me and now that you let the light in there are truly no limits to heights we can reach?

Listen, the success you seek has always been within.

So do this,

Be ye transformed by the renewal of your mind that’s me

Start thinking successful and what’s more start speaking successful

Stop dreaming and start proclaiming,

I have no better yesterdays,

I’m excelling exceeding abundantly far above kings and queens shall come to the brightness of my rising light

I am surnamed of the Lord so I am infinitely successful, I am globally impactful, I am eternally, divinely, explosively full of wisdom so I am no novice

I am born again, Holy spirit filled, tongue speaking the things that be not as though they were and so I proclaim

One day I am going to look back to see a myriad of right decisions

One day I’ll be so wealthy my trophy case full of testimonies

One day I’d tell others how God brought me to a point I can say I have run my course and finished my race I have used up all He put in me till all that is left is a thankful sigh

One day it will be today and my dreams will materialize before my very eyes

cos once my dreams towered before me Mountain Everest but I today proclaim my victory Zerubbabel.

 

Let these words shape the minutes, hours, days before you

And I assure you, once they get settled in me you have got the victory

For blessed is he that believeth haven not seen yet.

Let your future in and with your words shape it

Subject to His will let faith flow from me to form your reality

And yes once again please know this,

All you will ever be will of a necessity start with me

For at the end what matters most is what you believe.

Cut!

 

Questions for the atheist…

The-Thinker

How do you do it?
When the sky is dark
And the storm is harsh
When your spirit is down
And your heart is heavy
When vicissitudes are much
And your ups are downs

How do you do it?
When the sound of music
Holds no worship
Devoid of passion
Have you ever felt it
Sobs of songs
Sobs of passion
Where do you turn to?
When you can’t go on
The odds are against you
The future looks bleak
When death strikes
And your confidant is gone

What do you hang on to?
Your eternity holds no hope
Just space
How do you do it?
Thinking you evolved
Such a pity
No gratefulness

What gives you joy?
Sighting the green trees and their lush fruits
the sea and the blue skies
the rain and the sun
And there is no omnipotence

How do you know it?
The larger than life itself
The uncertainties and mishaps
Hanging by a thread
When money can’t help
And love isn’t the answer

What do you do?
Is it worth it?
Being logical and calculative
When your burdens can be cast
And your heart can be peaceful
Be stupid and happy
Not logical and blue.

-Chidimma Nnagbo