I MADE IT!

Locked out of the bright side of life
Shut in the deepest part of thick darkness
Trapped behind the walls of frustration
Unyielding achievements filled with misery and no hope
Walking through the deepest part of the deep
The deep dark rumble
Searching for direction
Directions that plunged me more into doom
I seek that I may not stumble
Yet the farther I go,
The more I grope in the dark without aid
And I ask me
Will I ever make it through?

Lost in my own world of unending ends
My fear kept tripling without gauge
All I felt around me
Was doom being spelt with my name
The only thought that filled my heart
Was the string of death
And again I ask me
Are all these my wage?
Wage for a sin long committed?
Or could it be that my life was made to be this way?
I kept asking me
But no response was forthcoming.
Most of all times
The growl and howl
Of fearful beast and creatures
Seems to take my breath away
Even before death could erase me
I still couldn’t hold a grip on myself
Because gross darkness
Was fallen upon me.
My heart was persistent still
As I kept searching for solution
I kept asking me
Hoping that someday, I will be saved

Hopelessness laid its weight on me
Burden couldn’t even let me
Let me run for safety
My heart was empty and dry
Seeking for the perfect filling soothing enough to grant me peace
Alas!
I beheld a shining light full at the end of the turbulence tunnel
A mighty hand and a soothing voice
Beckoning me to come over
Against time, I said to me
If only I could reach that light
If only I could get a hold of that hand
Then I know I am saved and free
As in, free indeed
All of a sudden
as bones received strength and shook
As of a mighty rushing wind
In a mystery I could never explain
Looking up with much fouls and distraction kept at bay
Paying less attention to my troubles and pains
Saying to me again
I know I can make it
Moving to my place of rest and relief
And in a twinkling of an eye
I was made whole without a hole
Holding close to the embrace of my saviour
And with a deep sigh of cheer and victory
Just because He made it through to me
I said finally to me again
I MADE IT!!

JESUS IS OUR ONLY REDEEMER…..HOLD ON TO HIM NO MATTER WHAT.

-Macaulay Priscilla

QUICK QUOTEs

Dear brothers and sisters, if another believer is overcome by some sin, you who are godly should gently and humbly help that person back onto the right path. And be careful not to fall into the same temptation yourself.
-Galatians 6:1 (NLT)

LORD OF MERCY

Lord be merciful to us
Our minds, our hearts, our thought
Have conceived the evil seed of arrogance
Have borne for long the fruit of greed
To bear the child of disbelief
We have said in our hearts
Our wisdom surpasses the heights of the mountains
Our knowledge drills beyond the depth of the sea
We have considered the thoughts that are blasphemy
That the divine is all that we cannot be
And strive we did, to become gods
Deities to ourselves our ego, our pride
We believed in our hearts’ deepest corners
That truth was by our own hands fashioned
That our creator was our only imagination
And we were truly masters
We like Babel’s boastful builders balked
At all who had your love as knowledge
All who bore your teachings by heart knowing little but this
That you alone are all-wise
We dismissed for own pleasure

Lord be merciful to us
The things we feel so small before
Attest to what your hands have done
When even in our perceived wisdom are thoughts
Of the sands of the seashore
Of the birds of the air
Of the beasts of the field
Even of ourselves
As merely children of fate’s hand
Not willing to give up our self pride
We know deep in our heart
That you were
You are
And you’ll forever be
But our minds so learned, blinded our sight
We saw so dimly
But now we have but for a few things destroyed ourselves
And what we have left is death crouching at our door

Lord be merciful to us
By your loving hands stretch
Save us from our ego’s dagger’s edge
Catch us from our fateful fall
Forgive our foolish arrogance
Cleanse our pride filled hearts of rot
And in your grace
Curdle us to yourself
Let us be your own
For our hands have devised things
Such as those, seeming so good
That have led us so far from truth
Farther than we have ever wished
All in a search for an alternative
Other than your merciful hands
Lord, in your graciousness
Please be merciful to us!

-Ikenna Nwachukwu

WoRShiP and MEmOrY

There is something that keeps me in its shadows
It picks me from a caught-up dream.
And thrusts me into the midst of a forgotten forest
It sounds with the rivulets that string my mind’s eye with tears.
It thunders with the rushing streams that splits verdant to regions.
Space to explore, to wander, to wonder about.
And with it goes the moody strings of a beautiful violin play.
Gentle flow, rising from the chest of the bearer of emotion,
Of dreams, of era, a time lost in thought.

Beyond history beyond the drab pages of a dense incunabula
It tickles my heart with the rising waves of the oceans.
It blinds in the golden clouds about the crest of a setting sun.
Those rays that strike me from the west
Those waves that weaken my pragmatic frame
They sizzle, dwindle, and descend
Like a mist,
All comes to a moment, a full so tense.
A pregnant stillness
And we wait for the initialized band’s revival

The tap upon shining grey brass
A spark, an explosion, a coming into life.
The force of the wind comes with the drift upon its back.
Like a warrior riding across the sky
Like kept secrets fighting their way into consciousness
In the capturing of a man from the now
The seizure, the transportation, the movement
With the fire in the heart of the player
With the sparks that fly into the skies to light them up
With the illumination that sweeps the expense of our universe
With the joy that covers us descending upon our skin
To envelope our lives and bring us satisfaction

The art of praise is what I describe
Devoid of its intent, it is merry exercise
It lifts us a bit
Complete worship raises us into heavenly heights
To join with creation
To sparkle in one movement
With all, as entirely was made us
And as will soon be restored to
Such remembrance unveils life.
A composition in progress
A point in the webbed question.
A pointer to the answer as it should be.
Experience may evoke pain and be longing
But to healing it must resort
And to purpose original, it must turn
Immersion in worship
In living
In doing
By raised hands
By words spoken
By you.

– Ikenna Nwachukwu

THE WORLD AFTER

In a matter of lines, seconds, minutes and time, something would have changed in the way you view things and review life’s issues because you read this. Someone would become tensed “Well, not my intention!” someone would become fearless, another would be scared to belong but I can assure you that it will all come to our plain view. Well let us look at what we have once known: your friend, not a stranger.
Ten to nine, back in time, on the Lord’s Day in the spirit this time, it sounded like loud trumpets, being revealed on one island of Patmos, unrehearsed, unadulterated, written as it was stated by my brother and companion in the suffering, John.
I will straight up say how it was shown to me; I slept off that night; just like any other but it wasn’t too long before I was left at my Patmos. I am not John but please don’t expect rhymes from here onwards because I will be merging these two dreams I had to one as much as possible. It wasn’t just about rapture; it was about the life after, here on earth.
I was on evangelism in a female hostel and as much as I can remember I went there with a female friend, although it wasn’t late I think two of the four roommates left for a party, and when we came outside I saw it happen, it looked like there were tiny wishing stars traveling upwards to an open heaven at top speed and just when the last set got into heaven, I saw one of the brightest smiles I would ever see, He didn’t need any introduction, it was my Lord and Savior, Christ Jesus, with the brightest smile ever.
Then the heavens closed, the atmosphere changed, it became evening in the afternoon! I am sure you’ve heard of how there is a spiritual that controls a physical? Well if you have not, you had better believe it because a whole lot of distorted demonic creatures became visible and they started their torment immediately. Ripping out peoples’ arms from their shoulders as another put its hand through a man’s stomach and tormented him. However, one shocking thing that did bring something I have always heard to mind; some people say when the rapture happens then they would believe and can save themselves with their own blood. But at that time, I saw a great evil, the demons could easily possess these humans since Gods coverage was no more. Now, tell me how can someone who is possessed totally be able to remain strong against the devil?
The second dream was almost the same, but it had a different dimension to it, I and another friend were coming from a program when we saw clothes of people who had gone, my friend went to, he just disappeared.
Now here comes the message, I met another friend at this point who made me realize we had been left behind, I also saw the friend I mentioned in the previous dream in a place we pray in my school, shouting and jumping happily. I also walked a long line of denominations where I saw clothes of those that left yet the remaining were still earnestly worshiping not realizing what had happened.
I was back at my secondary school’s chapel with a friend that had attended the same school with and just then I started feeling pains in my stomach it felt like I had a whole lot of snakes or large worms eating me up from the inside, I was in serious pains, but I wasn’t dying.
Let me add, I am the kind of person who doesn’t fall sick, I usually would pray and cast whatsoever it was that tries to make me a little sick whenever it attempts, so cast I did, called upon the name of the Lord, no response, no single response, it dawned on me;
WAKE UP!!! WAKE UP!!!
Because I awoke from both dreams alike, crying and pleading, I believe so much on what I saw. The second one was more specific, I knew how old I was and that there would be seven(7) years of rest and another seven(7) years of tribulation but one thing I also knew was that it would be sudden!

There is no time, Jesus loves us so much, He wants us all to be saved, please return His love, please, He cries for this generation, He really does hurt, please love Him back.
Grace.

By Njoku Uchechi

CAPSULES…With Segun Abe.

Naturally, people will flee an area where famine is, but yet it was in such circumstance God told Isaac to remain as if no famine was there!

“And God appeared to Isaac and said, Go not down into Egypt; dwell in the Land which I shall tell thee of.” (Gen 26:2).

It was here Isaac dug multiple wells.

In this New month, what might need to change is your Passion, not your location! Success is in people, not in areas. Dig where you are, and you’ll see that this so called ‘dry land’ can gush out water. The promotion you’re going to ‘Egypt’ for is just a Passion away from you. Don’t relocate; re-load your conviction. July is for your discovery of Wells of Wealth and Increase…if you’ll exhaust what you truly can do!

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SEGUN ABE.

A KNOCK THAT CHANGED MY STORY

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In the midst of my commotions

My troubles and confusions

I heard on my door a profound knock

Sure, it startled me but it was a knock

Could it be for me I asked myself quietly?

And it came again, a knock

From the sound I could tell

The knocker was in a hurry

Yet seemingly gentle and soft

Could this be the answer to all my questions?

A solution to all my problems I asked myself again

Well I could open the door and see for myself

But what if it were a thief

What if it was only an illusion?

What if he/she hadn’t all the answers I wanted

What if What if What if

In the midst of all these mind bothering questions,

 I heard the knock again

This time more persistent more earnest

This knocker wasn’t giving up any time soon

Here I stood at one…

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