LOVE LIKE NO OTHER

It’s 4am in the morning

And one thing keeps me smiling

Feels like four Amens won’t do

When I hear of how much you love Jesus too

 

 

See there’s no other love quite like this one

He’s not just anyone, but The One

The Trinity: Father, Spirit, Son

This love renders one undone

 

 

Perfect present cleansing is this love

For me and you and 7 trillion others more

No truer song has ever been sung

Behold what manner of love the father has given unto us

 

 

This kind of love fills any void and colors in all grays

It’s how I draw each and every breath of my praise

This kind of love is untamed and unrestrained

Yes this love has a name, name above all names

 

 

Love so amazing (Amazon) it literally speaks life

Love so transforming; it’s 100% successful every time

Love so fulfilling it overflows: rivers of life

Love so immortal He never dies

 

 

If this love were a star, it would be a galaxy

If it were a drop, it would be the deep blue sea

If it were a minute, it would be eternity

It is something and simultaneously everything

 

 

Isn’t it odd that this Love is one so even

Isn’t it unforgivable the much we’ve been forgiven

Isn’t it inhuman his love for us humans

Isn’t it deep the height of this love from God for man

 

 

A free gift that paid the world’s most expensive debt

Blood-wash that leaves one white as snow

Removing the stains of sin, hurt, pain and regret

Priceless heirloom which on us was bestowed

 

 

Take a mirror and marvel: Love at work

Take a bible and Learn: Love’s architecture

Never was there any thing surer

Than this love of which we are born

 

 

The melody of my heartbeat is this love

The missing piece to every puzzle is this love

The song of my soul’s salvation is this love

The solution to every problem is this love

 

 

Sing aloud love’s song

Dance a jig for what love’s done

Love came for one and all

Love lives in all who answer the call

 

 

Like the season for this love I fall

Like the month I will march on and proclaim this love to all

This timeless gift is present and everlasting

It grows with every share, a love worth broadcasting

 

 

I relish in the thought of one day beholding love’s face

To see before me what was always within me: vase

Amazing love tis a sound so delish

I can only imagine what that would be

 

 

Oh the questions I’ll have when we meet face to face

Dear love, to be wrapped in your warm embrace

Yet somehow I feel all the questions may fade

But one thing I won’t hold back are the tears that’ll cascade

 

 

This love knew my pain and held on still

This love I threw away but he kept fellowship

This love I never deserved still he gave me him

This love I proclaim to see someday

 

 

Love that never led me astray

Love that always showed me the way

Love that made sure I was ok

Love is the reason I’m alive today

 

 

I dare say I love this love though so frail

For one thing, I’m sure would never fail

Is the love with which this love loves me every day

Hear me say I love this love once again

 

 

When once I tried my life to take

This love dove into my despair

When once I was shattered by heartache

My heart, this love, did mend and repair

 

 

When in doubt I stare at hopes gone

Love holds my hand and Faith restores

When words I cannot find to ease my heart

Love forms these lines that some call art

 

 

What’s in a name? What’s this love called?

This four-letter verb that has us enthralled?

The name, The Word, for a love so unique

That without it, my soul fades and my heart becomes weak

 

 

Perhaps when tomorrow will be in view

I would know what words could describe you

Perhaps my wonder as I stand in your view

Would let me see endless depths you love me through

 

 

This wonderful promise so amazing and true

It’s open to all, it’s available to you

Ready your heart for this gift we speak of

Christ’s unconditional and unchanging love

 

 

We testify of something so good for you

No need for diets you can’t overfeed on this truth

We write so you read and confess too

The love of God is true and for you

 

A poem by Lisa (www.1WritersHeart.com) and Godswill (www.christapoet.com)

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MY CRAVE STORY

Hey Fam, If you’re familiar with the life of Jesus, then those words would surely ring a bell.
Jesus was a man of many parables. He used them to illustrate, to amplify and to deliver his message.

By definition a Parable is “a simple story used to illustrate a moral or spiritual lesson”. Parables bear unending truths while being rendered in seemingly plain terms.
That’s what we’re going to be about this month; Simple Stories!

This is a call to everyone of us to use our parables to give life.
Simply; Tell a (fictional/ adopted) story of your choosing and either post on your page OR send directly to us (cravevillage@gmail.com) with the hashtag #MyCraveStory.

We will be sharing these stories just as Jesus did, and hope that through them we will give life as we were empowered to do.
You don’t need to be a scribe to write, all you need is a story and something else you already have: THE UNCTION FROM THE HOLY ONE… 🔥

P.S (Follow our pages on Facebook & Instagram to stay updated. @CraveVillage)”

The Gardener

​The flowers stylishly laid on it’s bed in patterns of colours, in their different shades which makes you feel that you are actually in the paradise called Eden, was one of the things that made him to take gardening as his new found love. He would be content to water those flowers every blessed morning he wakes up and prune them to maintain this picturesque view, and should weed try to compete for the manure he would religiously feed the flowers with, he would make sure that they don’t live to share their experience with any other. He promised himself not to live and see any of the flowers wither and even when he would get choked up with activities to the extent that he would not have time enough to pray for himself, he would still pray that this article that has so much enchanted him would remain the food for the eyes of all that would one day come across this great work spot of his. He never saw the drudgery of routine associated with such work as

a threat to the hope he had built, he didn’t even think of drought season as a challenge and a fight he would still fight to keep his cherished plants alive. In his schedule was no time for feeding and rest, he never envisaged health challenges as one of the things that would stand  between him and his flowers and of course, people’s opinion of him would be the least in the ladder of things that would dissuade him from being a humble flower lover or gardener in a more common parlance but that was all an assumption that failed to stand the test of time. He was found sinking, distracted, angered even by the unresponsiveness of some species of flowers that had overgrown their lifespan and withered even though he did all he could to keep them in his garden for just a little longer. He could still remember how he killed some of his flowers in the bid to help them reach greater level of growth through wrong method of fertilizer application and it got him miles away from the hope he once  rode on. He saw all these metamorphosis take place and that’s what actually turned him to this great gardener he now is

A thing about Faith pt1

Faith for the believer is natural.

As it is natural for our bodies to breathe in air without our consciousness so also it is natural for our spirits to live by faith without struggling. Faith is a result, a result of gaining the kind of knowledge God has. The idea is like watching the hopeful but yet imaginary 2018 world cup final of Nigeria Vs Argentina. Its the 89th minute of the game and still goalless, extra time is called upon and in the 2nd half of the extra time Argentina, through the craft of Messi scores, all the heart of Nigerians have dropped to their small intestines but still the game goes on and from nowhere Mikel Obi shoots a ball equivalent to a lightning bolt and it tore through the Argentine defense and net. Its five minutes more and Nigeria’s morale is sky high, almost palpable, the Christians are ‘tonguing’, the Muslims are ‘chanting’, the Babalawos are ‘Babalawoing’ (like you may have noticed I speak English and Swahiligbo quite fluently). The average Nigerians heartbeat at this time is well over 120 beats per minute, the Super Eagles are shooting and making attempts left, right and center, time is counting down, blood pressure is rising up, and then it happens 10 seconds to go, Nigeria’s newest sign-in from the under 17 squad notices a loose thread in the Argentine defense, he quickly is on the run for a through ball, the ball meets his leg, his leg meets the ball, there’s pitch silence in stadium, the players stands mouth agape, the commentators choke on their words in disbelief, the net rattles, the referee whistles, its all over, Nigeria wins! and history is made again. Strange things happen that night; PDP members hugged APC members, Mark, the dog,wore a suit and bow tie, the Nigerian University gave all its students free ‘Okpa’, everyone’s blood pressure returns to normal, three business women got engaged, like I said real strange things happened that night.
Alright, everybody come back to bible study and lets glean the story for truth, the point being made is this; after watching that match, should a recorded version be played again you would watch it but this time without the high blood pressure, without the anxiety of how it turns out, without the heartbreak when Argentina scores the first goal, why? Because you already know how it ends, you know, something beautiful (at least for Nigeria) happens at the ending, and this knowledge will keep you smiling, such that if someone else, watching it for the first time sits by you, you would tell the person with an assurance, “Don’t worry” (except of course if the person was from Argentina), that assurance based on an inside information is what we call faith, its not a guess or a wish, it is a reality sponsored by a special kind of knowledge.

As has been said Faith is not a leap in the dark, its a leap on the Word, thats it; Faith is the assurance and certainty based on what God has said.

You see when Peter walked on water that stormy night, many people thought he walked on h2o, water, actually Peter walked on the word. The word spoken by Jesus when He said come became the substance on which his foot stepped, for it is not possible to walk on water, you can only walk on the word. That’s why when he stopped looking at the Word, he stopped walking on the word and when he stopped walking on the word, he started walking on water and like we said, its not possible to walk on water, so he began to sink.

In my teenage age I did quite a bit of fasting and was warned by my parents the possibility of Ulcer by my lifestyle. I was hungry for God and fasting was like the only way I knew how, so I kept at it. One afternoon, I felt a sharp pain in my stomach region, and the thought came to me that’s ulcer! I refused to agree, with the pain there I went out of my house and began to run. I ran round my neighborhood till I was drenched in my own sweat, I had rejected it and this was how my faith expressed itself, because I knew sick people don’t run like that, by the time I had reached my house, the ulcer had also it reached its end, I never felt that pain again, till forever. That’s the point my faith to do that was sponsored by a knowledge I had that by His stripes we were healed and if we were healed, we are healed, so I said sick people don’t run like this only healed people do and so because I was healed, I ran like healed people.
Now perhaps you understand more why scriptures says All things work together for they that love God, because God is not just looking at the one minute period of the match where you conceded a goal, He’s looking at the entire match, and He knows you’ll win. So if you catch that sight God has caught, all of a sudden the scripture “Peace that surpasses all understanding…” will become flesh to you, so while everyone is crying for you that you failed that exam, you’re at peace because you know (you have inside information based on the Word) that your end is peace, that no weapon formed against you can prosper. That knowledge from the Word that makes you smile when all are crying, that makes you declare there’s a lifting up when your bank account says you’re casted down, that makes you declare I’m healed, when your body is shaking from a fever like a leaf, that knowledge that is more than information that alters your mood and emotions and makes you rejoice always, that knowledge is what we call ‘RHEMA’: the alive, spoken, for the moment Word and it is that which sponsors Faith.
So you see, that’s why there’s no place in scripture that says that we should pray for Faith, rather the Word says Faith comes by hearing and hearing the Word of God, that is, when you from the word get inside information of how the match of your life, your business, your academics, your marriage, your tomorrow will end you NATURALLY have Faith. You don’t have to struggle to get it out, it just comes out, as long as the True Word of God goes in, the True Faith of God will come out. This is why throughout the Pauline epistles, he keeps praying that the eyes of your understanding be enlightened, that you may grasp what is the hope of his calling, that you be filled with the knowledge of God and so on, because it is in seeing how God sees, you gain Gods insight to things and are filled with the God kind of faith.
– William Udousoro

See

The morning, cool and convenient enough for a park. Buses parked in order of arrangement as passengers grooved in. There I was, patiently sitting in an opened bus void of passengers. Straight towards me came a young girl, couldn’t be more than ten years. Saliva dripping from her mouth, wet hands bagged a polythene bag as she begged. Her voice, faintly blocked and salient and her hands stretched horizontally. 
Perhaps,a sort of childhood illness or an accident or maybe a birth abnormality could be the reason for the saliva dripping mouth and voice quality loss. 

Away from me she went, towards the market lined up with shops. With same pose and similar gestures, she begged as she strolled down hawkers, buyers and passers by. Quite noticeable were her feet. One of it, swollen and partially bent towards the east. Lifting both legs was an obvious difficulty for her. I hoped silently, maybe, just maybe, she would find succour.

Even closed eyes see the needs and struggles of these not so fortunate children, but attitudes towards them becomes a choice we make. 

Every child deserves more than just existing or surviving, but really living. Sadly, comfortable living is unheard of for such kids. A beautiful future is only actualized in their day dreams. Their reality and major concern is a means of surviving daily, securing head spaces at night and food eaten enough to hawk the next day.

You can lend that hand of love. Hospitable hands of faith for their survival. A heart so big to accommodate hawking children and young adults. A heart that sacrifices for the needs of a child who daily dreams of the classroom, but finds himself hawking from sunrise to sunset each day in sweaty rags. Tomatoes and pepper sold in the morning, vegetables and fresh fish takes it’s turn in the afternoon, while banana and groundnut rounds up major sales in the evening. 

Let your heart see the tears and unspoken dreams of these young ones. And may your heart stretch your hand to meet their needs.

  • Michelle Okonicha

The call

I stood in front of him and we were having a nice conversation.

We talked,laughed,smiled and talked again.

I saw the crowd staring at us but i wasn’t moved at all by the unpleasant looks they gave.

I just wished nothing would bring an interruption to our conversation.

I wished we could go and go without running out of words.

I wished we could keep talking,laughing and smiling and just keep the cycle going.

Suddenly,i realized that i wasn’t comfortable standing and having a nice conversation, so i decided to sit next to him.

And again i wasn’t comfortable,so i decided to draw closer till my shoulder rubbed against his.

I couldn’t understand this feeling.

There was something in my heart that needed a fill-in.

Closer and closer i moved till my head rested on the comfort of his chest.

I could hear his heartbeat per minute and each one saying how truely he loves me.

I could hear his deepest thought; abide in me and I in you..

It became apparent that my hunger was to know him each day and know him more

– Princess Pirinye 

Hope full

Despair is when I look at myself and I see nothing.

In the past few days, you see, I’ve been evaluating.

And I’ve come to the conclusion that there’s nothing good in me anymore.

Nothing good, just pitiful emptiness.

I’ve tried to search for the air I once had, the freedom that was once mine, and I’ve found none.

I’ve looked to find the friends I once had, the family that once believed in me, and I’ve found none.

It’s in these moments that I realize how slippery life can be when you start to lose it.

It’s in these moments also, that I have found hope, its meaning.
Hope is when I look at myself, and even though I do not see the admirable person I used to be, I see a better me emerging. I see one who won’t just be admired, but looked up to.

Hope is when I evaluate my life, its seeming emptiness, and still come to the conclusion that it is well.

Hope is when I believe for the best, in spite of myself.

Hope is when I trust in someone greater than my heart to save me.

Hope is when I trust in God.

Hope is when I cling to that part of me that refuses to give in, despite the naysayers in my head.

Hope is when I love myself, because I was created by a God who is called Love.

Hope is when I embrace myself, past and present, because I choose to believe that these work together for good, to give me a beautiful future.
– Ezenobi Ubamara