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Invasion 2016

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Let me tell you about poetry
Sea shores swirling serenading sore
Shapes stuck on sweetness’ soot soar
Seedlings of self sown as eyes set on shooting stars
Step back a bit and you’ll see
Pieces of people pooled  peculiarly together
To peer past two, no… more pens as they paint their peaks
At the power of the Prince of Peace
The bursting ecstasy of fulfillment it gives
Curled up in the loins of our hearts
The beauty to be unleashed
Let me tell you about Penspeak
Lights, stage, words…
The fiery blasts of the tips of our pens
Spilling words that cut through thick and thin
Thick and thin…
We are planning an invasion
Taking over situations
Making ways to conquer nations
To plunder every heart
Raid all senses till all you have left
Are just lenses shading away all false gists
Twin towers watching over mines
Gems hidden underneath the earth’s eyes
Sprouting out ferns of love budding into guarded commentaries
Bearing forth fruits of truth
Worthily wielding swords of truth
Words of wisdom cladding our hopeful youths
The vision of wickedness put to shame by truth’s warden
Not wandering in the worldly vices
Not stumbling in ungodly crisis
We repping the ever-living justice
Our mission an unending message
We have got high frequencies
Connected to the heavenly chassis
Heavenly insights giving hope
To faithful attendants of our teachers directives
Unleavened loaves of purity
Expanding the waves of charity
Let me tell you about Penspeak
Lights, stage, words…
One mic, One message, One God.

-The Christapoet Team
#Penspeak2016
#INVASION2016
#May19th
#UNN

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EVERYDAY JESUS…lives in you

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Okay, first of all … I am eternal. I would have said ‘we’ but I’ve learnt to be careful about accusing other people of their own immortality… I am eternal, and I have an offer for you.

God has given us himself, not to be hidden on a shelf and dusted off on Sunday but to purify us from death, not to be killed by self but dusted off as sons; day to day, he invites us to say, and know!! Yes …we are eternal.

I want to tell you tales of how I chased tails, and I mean females, but what ails me to spell well about is the fact that we are sleeping walking. While lullabies of ‘May God bless you’ are repeated like broken records, we fix our pupils on the flesh and let men leads us whose lids are shut by pointless efforts of trying to ‘get rich or die trying’. 

I am he who gives you the power to make wealth, says the Lord of Lords.

God has given us himself, not to be hidden on a shelf and dusted off on Sunday but to purify us from death not to be killed by self but dusted off as sons; day to day he invites us to say, and know! Yes… we are eternal.

There was once a rich man whose servants were off in other lands busy with businesses that were to bring their master more wealth. He had provided to reward richly the ones who were most profitable.

But the servants ran their businesses into debt and had to go into slavery to pay their debts. But the rich man had a plan, he told it to one man; and sent hints of it to his servants in slavery…

The son of the rich man was sent to lend a hand to the enslaved servants, but they didn’t recognize him so they grabbed and gave him to their creditor who recognized him and was only too happy to sign the deal.

Now, free, the servants wandered about afraid to return to their master while the son served their sentence in the creditors den…but then, the son of the rich man, like his father, was a business genius and 3 years later, from being a slave, the son took over the creditor’s business.

The servants were all gathered in one place one day when the Son walked up of them. They were afraid, but he calmed them, ‘it was all part of the plan to free you from your creditor and take over the creditors business so he would never enslave you that way again. My father sent me to tell you he’s adopting you as his children. I will be your brother if you accept his invitation.’

The servants were overjoyed, because as children of the rich man they would be entitled to all his wealth. They’d never work another day.

‘No’, the son said, ‘Go into all the world and tell the good news of what my father has done; through me to prove his offer’.

God has given us himself not to be hidden on a shelf and dusted off on Sunday but to purify us from death and not to be killed by self but dusted off as sons day to day He invites us to say , to know, yes… we are eternal.

The simplicity of this analogy leaves me living with one thing left to leave before I leave. I offer you, God offers you the offer to offer your body as a living sacrifice to be joined to him as one spirit… and don’t think like the world wants you to, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind so that you can prove what is that perfect, good and acceptable will of God …who given us the ministry of reconciliation, and all things needed for life and godliness, and all spiritual blessings in heavenly places…

There are no blessings in heaven for you… because, God has given us himself not to be hidden on a shelf and dusted off on Sunday but to purify us from death and not to be killed by self but dusted off as sons day to day he invites us, to say, to know, yes!… we are eternal.

If you accept his offer, you can bless someone today! By saying it, knowing it … remind them, surprise them, say to them, ‘we are eternal’. Because Everyday, Jesus is.

EVERYDAY JESUS is the same

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There were no interruptions
Silence imploded into infinity
Until even my thoughts bleached
The slasher of my grin inhaled my anxiety
Savoring my frantic attempts
To be calm
To be useful
To love.

Recently I attended a large denomination’s branch in my town (let me not name names) and I heard the pastor say things like, ‘If you don’t thank God when you pray he will not hear you.’ and ‘This is your year to build those houses, and buy those cars…’ and other stuff I’ve deleted.
Now of course these are the kind of things that vex me so one of those times, I prayed and asked The Father,’ when will these people think differently?’
He replied, ‘I have made you as you are, able to grasp truth and renew your mind easily and quickly. That’s what I made you. You are not alone in my gifts, as you know, there are those everywhere who know, respect and commune with me.’

I interrupted,’Lord, is it pride to be pleased that I am one of these your chosen ones?’

‘No, its not. Pride would be lording it over them to the point you separate yourself from them.’

There were no interruptions
Silence had borne its children
Until a sour baptism of longing
The Longer waited until this When
To end the silence
To noisy it
With Truth.

Ephesians 1
Colossians 3
1Corinthians 1
#EverydayJesus

#AllHailTheKing (nqv)

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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

WHAT NEXT!!!???

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Do I begin with me or do I begin with God? I wonder.

Well I heard He was the architect of life no wonder the battle line was drawn from birth, because it seems like every free breath He gave was a sword fight for survival. Blood thirsty “me and others” doing all we can to win territories.

Let me show you how we fight in life for life, it’s like gasping for breath in breath; till we eventually go from life with breath, to no breath, to death and finally leave the earth just for foes to waltz through our boarders, or at best we ‘will’ it to some close others, would you really call this living? I mean look at him

He would work at being the best, no time for leisure, ‘forget that fellowship thing’ he’d say… ‘I came to school to learn, that’s the aim of this phase’, so now all those monotonous years amount to this,  WHAT NEXT? Why this rat race? Ok he would use this certificate, get a job I mean shooting at these grades must score a point!

Well at least he wasn’t like us who would bask in the arms of deception, speak the language of the brothel, drip the poison of narcotics, embracing and embraced by mass frolicking with filth and savouring the spoils of wasted years…Now there’s a next step to take, and it seems like doing this all over again is stupid…  WHAT NEXT? Why this rat race?

We have been going in circles so now we feel boxed in and have only earned the gloves to fight but since we don’t care about anyone, alas no opponents, we are left throwing punches at ourselves, getting high in moments like we are eagles on mountain tops just to fall back face-down to depression, is there no end?

Or shouldn’t there be like a peak to all these guilty pleasures? That height where we would get to and eventually burst into freedom?

I heard of a lady who was told that indeed there was an ultimate! ‘A place of rest’ they said… ‘a place of rest you say?!’ her eyes lit up with excitement. Get married, have kids, make sure He is rich! Then you’d have eternal life…. Don’t look at her that way, that’s how it sounded. So now she is home, three screaming kids, a dirty house and a dog, murder threats lurking in her heart, ready to kill those who gave her this false gospel; a story of total abundance and satisfaction once you choose to journey east to the plains of Jordan, only to become lots wife, joining a group of lost wives who just wanted to fill their slot so they cast their lots and escaped to marriage only to get caught in the acts. Now looking back in time it would show life had taken its toll on these pillars of salt and getting out would give you a divorce label by the same ones who preached this gospel to you, sharing what was on their minds and tagging you in comments like “over aged singles” which made you aim to please social networks of friends, now you see the set-up and realized Abraham’s choice of taking it slow at greener-pass-views was better so I ask WHAT NEXT?

this is WHAT’s NEXT

I heard an enthusiastic one say one time that life had been called into dry bones before, where though one could have so much or even have none that person would have enough.

Where deep voids were levelled with unimaginable peace. The fellow spoke of this Jesus. The one who would mend broken hearts and calm raging storms of suicidal thoughts for no just cause.

Oh wait,

 There is a cause, he said Christ did it because He is so in love with us.

Permit me to laugh, it made no sense… but then I encountered the words that broke my soul and conquered this stone now turned heart, how any man that believed was made new… and I became this one that speak to you with a clear view; now do I begin with me or do I begin with God?

I have done me for so long to realize there are no escape routes but one. The ONE WAY, ONE TRUTH and ONE LIFE that holds dearly those who would dare to believe that He has paid for all the mistakes they make trying to survive this rat race and give up their no life for His grace, His life of total peace.

I am not saying the storms would be over, but I firmly promise that you would never ship-wreck while riding with Him, because while your life loses breath and stops in death, His life ends in eternity, “whenever that is”

I know you have tried for so long but have never come to making a good decision, now you have that chance to do so.

So next time I draw a portrait of those to whom I ask ‘WHAT NEXT” you wouldn’t be found within the frames of my picture.

Choose Jesus, get a life now!!!

#RayTruth.

 

The Race

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There is a race
That is run across the face
Of the earth, everyday.
Racers line from a starting place called ‘Birthday’
They all have enough fuel for the first leg.
Their mission is to get a second full filling of fuel before the first leg is over.

…from the Heavenly Race.

There is no gunshot to signify the start of the race. And their volumes of fuel differ…some have enough fuel for 70years…some for 100, etc
The racers start out screeching and screaming at the sound from her face, some of you know her as Mommy, Mumsi, etc.
They all have forgotten their destination, so they shoot of in different directions, families, talents, dreams, etc.

…from the Heavenly race.

The tracks appear dangerous, there are traps and tricks, bites and licks, designed to distract racers from getting answers. Answers to the question of ‘How does a racer get their second full filling of fuel?’

…from the Heavenly race.

To get these answers, let’s turn from the racers… To God, The Lord, who so loved the world.
He knew the racers before desires and kindergarten, before exams and birthdays. He left them words, a map, so they could locate their second full filling of fuel.

…from the Heavenly Race.

There are books, books and more books written every other year telling racers how to be successful and updated winners of the first leg. And as more and more of these books are read, less and less racers even remember that they need a second full filling of fuel.

…from the Heavenly race.

Even worse are those
Whose prides rose
Because they found the map
They went and took a nap
They let other racers be their trap
Thinking, ‘Let them read me the map,
I like my things sharp sharp!’

…from the Heavenly race.

You are all racers, yes!
Temporary participants of the human race.
The bible is the map.
It comes in different designs, languages and translations…
All saying the same thing- Seek first the Kingdom of God and his righteousness, not yours. That’s how you get the second full filling of fuel.

…from the Heavenly race.

The Spirit of God is the second full filling of fuel every racer needs…not money or marriage.
In the second leg, with the Spirit, we do not run, we are seated in Christ, we have entered God’s rest. We have ceased from our struggle.

…from the Heavenly race.

There is a race
That is run across the face of the earth…
Racers sit in a starting place called ‘Christ’
They all have, we all have, unconditionally, just enough fuel for eternity.
Join us, God loves you too.
This was the Niel Quchi, reporting…

…from the Heavenly race.

ANNIVERSARY

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It always starts up as just a dream, most times it would be fought by every aspect of “why we cannot do it”

Our fears, our inadequacies, our time would wear gloves and enter the same ring with our dreams.

What keeps us going is not our strength, it is the dream giver Himself.

I want to thank God Almighty for giving this dream, and keeping it too.

I want to thank Him for the lives of those that have been blessed on this platform, and for the men and women who He has used to keep the dream alive.

Today, the 2nd of October, 2015
The Christ-A-Poet blog is officially 3Years old.

We return ALL the glory to Him whom it is it truly due.

As we all enter another year in this place, I pray greater works than there has been for each of our lives, and of course, greater depth and freedom in the Love and knowledge of Christ.

I am glad to have you ALL
God bless you.

#Ezeonyeka Godswill
*chief Editor CAP.