Tag: 2017
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A Christ A Poet Christmas EP
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A thing about Faith pt4
On Faith for Creativity
This actually is not a particularly different revelation for only being creative, if applied it will produce results in every other area of life, faith for being creative in your writings as a poet is not different from faith for provisions, faith for healing, faith for anything really, it’s still the same principle only now concentrated on the particular gift of writing with inspiration (creativity).
3 Principles
Believe you are anointed
Stir the waters in your spirit
Meditate and give it expression
Believe you are anointed because you are, let me explain a little what we mean by the anointing; the anointing firstly, is not a bottle of oil, it is the enablement to carry out a task you have been assigned, the power of the Spirit of God in you at work through you to accomplish His purpose for you. For example, if my boss were to send me on an errand of satchet water purchasing, he gives me N300 for the work, N200 to transport myself going and coming and N100 for buying the water, you see that money given in this scenario is THE ANOINTING, it is the enablement by which I will carry out his assignment.
So if you ever feel God has called you or mandated or talented you to do something, then know with that call comes the anointing, you don’t need to be pray to be anointed for what you’ve been sent to do, the ability to coin words, frame stories, make characters, write exquisitely and express fluently is already upon you oh dear writer! Believe it!, believe it with every red blood cell of your body, you must believe not just in Gods power but in Gods power at work in you, have faith not just in the Word of God but in the Word of God in your mouth, the Word of God in your heart, the Word of God in your pen.
Stir the Waters, I’ll explain using the man crippled for 38 years waiting for the angel who stirred the waters every year, hopefully you know the story already. In those days before the Spirit came to dwell in us, they had to go somewhere to get a miracle, they had to meet someone to hear the Lord, they would need external help to be helped but now in this new covenant we don’t need to go anywhere to access all the help we need. Why? Because the Helper Himself has a new permanent residential address in our spirits, Jesus said “out of your belly (spirit) shall flow rivers of living water”. Do you see it? Back then they went to the pool of waters, today, the river flows within us.
We don’t go looking for a miracle, we are the miracle happening everywhere we go!
So what do we do, we stir up those waters of ideas locked in our spirits, those waters of insight, of plot and of character, it’s all within us and we can and must stir it till it finds expression all over the pages of our books, we stir the gifts within us as we pray in tongues, as we commune with like minds and commune this faith and these truths. Have you never heard a person’s testimony and you felt like going to pray? Have you never seen a picture that made you burst in tongues? Put the vision before you, paste it on the wall, buy a world atlas and place it on your roof, open your eyes from sleep to see it and gain motivation to change your world, stir yourself and let yourself be stirred by the Spirit.
Meditate, the idea of meditation is not a hermit locked in a mountain chanting kumbaya. No, a thousand times no, it simply means carrying in your thoughts actively and on purpose a particular line of thought, it means to so dwell on it you begin to mutter it, your begin to roar it. O dear poet, many a times you must go to a quiet place and maintain a quiet mind and focus all that energy on the seed of idea God has planted in your spirit, as you do this, it begins to germinate, and grow and become a fruit bearing tree from which the whole world can eat. And once you have a sniffling of an inspired thought express it, by jotting it down, immediately somewhere, anywhere you can later reference it from. Many a great stories and songs have been lost by poets who felt their heads were magnets and the words metals. Please, our minds can be very short-term at times, treat preciously the ideas that come your way and save them, and from there meditate on it and develop it and save it again, and continue this process till it’s a tree so big you don’t have to worry ever loosing it. I hope this blessed you!
– Williams Udousoro
Cinematic by Ama Udofa
A thing about Faith pt3
On Hindrance
I had earlier begun on the premise that for the believer, faith is natural; its his mother tongue, his lingua franca, his only tongue really, but alas this is not the daily experience of most believers. We normally find ourselves like the man who brought his son to be healed…
Lord I believe, help my unbelief.
The problem of Faith is never the opposition we face, it’s not the mountains or the giants that challenge us in daily life, many times those temptations we fall for, only show that something within us is not quite right. The children of Israel’s problem was never with the mightiness of the Philistines or the multitude of Assyrians, it was always a matter of their current state with their God. So also, it’s not for plenty witches from our villages but that we’ve not settled the fight in us, as has been said; win the battle within and you’ve already won every war without.
I’ll explain the hindrance to faith using the parable of the Sower, the parable goes…
Bros farmer went a sowing and his seeds went every all the where, some on stony grounds, some on the road path, some on thorny ground and some on good soil.
Jesus told us the meaning; the ground represents the heart, the seed represents the Word, the problem was not with the seed but with the ground, the heart is where the Word (and remember faith comes by hearing and hearing the Word) lands, the problem is the system of this world in which we live have been planting stones, rocks, concrete, mines, and every conceivable anti-seed material in our minds and so it has given us a system of thinking, of believing, of seeing things and of responding to things. So powerful it is that even when we get born again our spirits are made perfectly as Jesus is but our minds have to be renewed, that is made anew. Hence Romans 12 says“Do not be conformed to this world but be transformed by the renewing of your mind”, its like saying, now that this land (heart) now belongs to farmer Jesus, go get the Tractor of the Word and overhaul EVERYTHING! Get all the stones, thorns and other junks out of the ground, and remember some of this stuff has gone down so deep, but must all be overhauled, and so that the heart can now become the good soil and receive the engrafted Word and bear fruits.
In English what I’ve been saying is; the hindrance to the Faith of God in us is the things we faith in already, she believes if he’s not from her village he cannot be a good husband, so she will leave the Angel from the next village and marry Lucifer dressed in a tuxedo all because he’s from her village. That mindset is a stone in her heart that will choke the Word and make it unproductive. They’ve told him all male from their family becomes asthmatic at a certain age, that it’s a natural hereditary condition in his bloodline, he has swallowed it, asthma will soon be the portion of this blood-bought child of God. He, like the Pharisees have made the word of God of no effect by his traditions (that is by staying with the norms of this un-renewed worlds mindset), the list goes on.
The Cure
The cure to the problem is still the Word. God pours out His spirit of Faith, God pours out His all and already He has but the problem is not God giving, it is us receiving. Like Rom 5 says, “they that RECEIVE the abundance of Grace…shall reign in life”, our mind is cleared of the crazy as we stay on God’s Word from personal study and listening to relevant teachings, so poet or pastor if you don’t have a consistent personal time of study of the Word and of prayer, you can’t receive all God has already given you and you can’t express all that is already within you. This point calls for more but I’ll stop here for brevity sake.
– William Udousoro
5+2 efforts
Religion has been nothing but a complex language,
A puzzle that never gets solved,
In the folds of my grey matter,
A mosaic with lots of mystery pieces,
A mortar of rules
There’s nothing my brain detests more
Than figures that never add up,
Or records of extraordinary events,
That stare nature in the eye and disobey her
Yet I find myself in their midst
All I know is we sniffed your mist,
The broken, sick and lost,
All we want is to get fixed,
And from the smell of what I’ve heard,
I knew you would quench,
The desert of a thirst we had
I had a hunch about our lunch
The idea of you feeding us,
These swam of crowd
But not with the 5 loaves and 2 fishes
Mother wrapped in case I grew hungry
You reminded me of math class
Another world of confusion I melt into,
But right there in my very presence
You made integration simple
5+2 equaled 5000 and 12
That day, I went home
With waves wrapped around my hairs,
All He needs is my little to make big
All He needs is my life to make it worth it
Olaoye Adeleye
(C) 2017
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)