When I find myself in a situation I would rather not be in, whether it is waiting or doing an unpleasant task, I make a decision that I will do it joyfully and not dread it and then I exercise self-control.
– Joyce Meyer
The measurement of integrity is the Christ in a person.
- ChyD
You will be amazed at how much time you will have if you have a Spirit-led schedule rather than a people-driven one.
– Joyce Meyer
The Fire of Revolution
If you truly want a revolution
You must be willing to watch your life fade
From before your own vanishing eyes
If you crave for the heavens showered
With bright red flames and blinding white light
You must care to be consumed with it
The rebirth you long for
Isn’t held in familiar bosoms
Is never at home with soft couches, tamed roses and sweet homely dinners
The freedom that’ll last forever
Is an intense joy and a harrowing pain
Stabs of rejection, and lingering loving embraces
If you truly want a revolution
You must be willing to watch your life burn
And glow
If you want a revolution that lasts forever
How about a death that scorches us into unending life?
How about Christ, Revolution Eternal?
Ikenna Nwachukwu
© 2018
The Cross
A hand with a cross
These crosses the empty zones
Like a flying drone
A game of the weak with the strong
Not exactly a contest
But an interest, a request of a savior
A game for the peak and a tale of the wrong
This is about the struggle
That rumbles with man’s eternity
He has been a warrior since the day one
Faces persecution
Stoned by test and trials
Wandered away from the rally of deceit into the valley of shadow of death
Yet a hand bared the cross
In the realm of sleep
Wars, battlefront
Wrestling
Against the devouring clones
With hopelessness
And darkness
And at the tip of condemnation
Rises the hand that bares the cross
And when flaws
Had risen and fallen
Like a raging sea
Wagging war against its self
Beneath the surface of reality
Grew strength
To carry on
Amidst those circumstances
For he who bares the cross
Has render all flaws useless
And had broken all chains by His blood
Freedom oh kingdom!!!
The Alchemist
© 2018.
Dear stranger
Dear stranger,
Do not hold down your doubt, your anger,
Life is no ordinary poem,
With lines, stanzas and rhymes,
Life is no ordinary Odyssey,
With storms, fear and courage,
‘No’ your breath is more,
Breath of life is more than,
a poor poem, a poor journey,
And so I say,
Let the apparition show,
Let the street overflow,
With the words of psalms,
May the words of proverbs,
And Matthew fly across your mind,
But please dear stranger,
Do not restrict your doubt, your anger,
Let them challenge the Psalm,
And proverbs and all,
And when your inner man is ready,
And your reasonable war over,
Throw away all the broken armors,
Of doubt and anger and sit still,
For awhile by the river,
For I am the crown, the king,
The light, the peace,
The truth, life eternal,
In me every road,
Leads the way home,
Dear stranger,
Do not resist your doubt, your anger,
But come, follow me.
Ugwu David C
© 2018
Wrongly Tuned
For quite some time now,
My ideology about you has been skewed,
I realized I have been grazing on the wrong grass, but how?
You see, I have always yearned for us to be tight, like a nut and screw,
But the only problem is I have been using a wrong tool to drive,
I wanted a star but my lines were flat,
I wanted your warmth but my body was far,
I wanted to dance to your tunes but I was tuned wrongly,
But today, after hearing what he had to say,
Rightly, I right my wrongs,
Now, I worry less about Your voice,
And more about knowing you
Come to think of it,
What kind of a son yearns for the voice of the father,
When he doesn’t even know how his words sound like,
So this morning, I seek right!
g.O.D
© 2018
Life After Death
It is so ridiculous
How we fear death
A riddle, cool course
Why we want to live on earth
Life is to death
As death is to life
Man is to earth
As earth is to man
It’s OK we die
Because it’s a metamorphosis for one to live
At some point, we will say goodbye
To the old hives, we’ve lived
Failure could be death
Challenges could be death
Depression could be death
But the ability to overcome, prompts a new life
Definitely we will die someday
And there awaits us another life
The believers call this eternal
When we shall become immortal
But until we die, can we live such
Adethatwrites
© 2018
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