Days don’t go back
There’s no going back.
Regret is ignorance.
If you care
Love yourself now
Love yourself to stupor
Otherwise,depression,
frustration wrecks you.
For your life
And for your soul
Take responsibility
Take it today
Take it now.
Days don’t go back
There’s no going back
Regret is ignorance.
Ugwu David C
©2023
There is no shame that taketh a man
But such that is common to man
In nakedness without shame
For his glory surrounds you
You see not my flaws or mistakes
Not because you know you’re naked too
But because he’s made me good
In you I see glory
In me you see glory
With faults and flaws here and there
Yes in this journey we may hurt or be hurt
But it’s no shame in nakedness
Because when I see you
And you see me
Its his glory that surrounds us.
There is therefore now no shame
To those who are in Christ Jesus
Who walk not after the things they see
But after his word
Which says
Fear not, though fearful things surround you
Be thou not confounded,
Though there are things you may not understand
Be not ashamed, though you’re naked and hurt
You’ll not be put to shame, for I am your glory
Breath in earthen clay
Words into void state
Light into dark days
Your Maker and Husband I Am!
Philipa Oraegbu
© 2022
It began like this…
Clad in purple and linen, cat-walking with stiletto strapped feet,
I miss my steps
Fall into a gully of mud
Stumble into the midst of men mouthing profanity
Stench ooze from me like box of putrid egg
I become crafter of maleficence, of deeds done in darkness
Yet, I am of tender days than to perpetuate impurity
You, of purer eyes than to behold iniquity.
Lord, seems mother said you do not appose your eyelids like the sons of men?
But why are these befalling me
Or why should I be falling?
Like Martha, this is how I feel:
Lord if you had been here, my soul would not have been ensnared in the tempter’s trap
Now I come with a bunch of sins, my back bent into a hunch
Have mercy on me, Lord, have mercy and vanquish this vile!
Let these things cease, like when you stilled the storm
Will you discard the memento of your purchase?
The one you stamped by your blood on the tree, like Rahab’s scarlet cord hung over the window in Canaan?
Up till now, the spies are over the gate of my soul, watching, waiting to devour & divide me as a spoil—this moribund mortal
But the redemption of my soul is costly,
And in it, you promised sin shall not have dominion over me
This is why tonight, I recite to you the memorandum of my redemption
I hope you heed my cry and help me.
Ayooluwa Olasupo Ìmísí
©2021
Common! Toot a pair
Grabs a mic,
My praise is double or nothing when I’m on air
Like Cerelac
I feed babies from what I’m made of
Like a fed’s baby I am made tough
So I come and toot a pair
my fingers form an equilateral triangle
To a king who sits in air
And knows the details of the Bermuda triangle
Singing praises from Lagos to Cincinnati
I’mma do
The Lord’s been making shapes way before the Illuminati
When you’re sick
who do you seek?
The light or dark end? Rahl!
Legend has it
That since the days of the mud seats
Before Harry thought to porter
And Zeddicus Z’ul Zorandered
Beyond the days when knights sat on round tables
And a king listened to a Sorcerer that was mere lean
He gave breath to a mud thing
And remixed an eye from a mud spit
Some people poke at God
Yeah, poke him on
‘Strike me dead if you’re real’
Or I choose to shun!
Same Niggaz having problems choosing what shoes to put on
God laughs and tell them Pick a shoe first
Pokemon.
Choosing God isn’t really a fair choice
it’s cheating
I’m siding with the one who knows how to get a heart beating
Who knows how to take a beating
How to die and still come back with a naming
JESUS!!!!
And the whole mountains came down before me, caving.
You have a chance to cheat legally
To spend your life being fed with epiphanies
Getting glorified in sense mehn, install mentally
Peter leaves a clue to you
You’ll surrender your life too if you only knew
That being dead in Christ
Is a sure way to slay in eternity
For your worth just keeps increasing like the price of a bag of rice. Eternally
Uc Truth
(C) 2021
You were supposed to have his back,
Be his anti-body in this sinful world,
He broke the tablets of our hearts,
When he left us for you,
You had him looking above this cloud,
This cloud of flaws hovering over humans,
You were his mentor; a star guiding him into this Perfect life,
A view obscured and inverted to our hearts,
But a clear and perfect reflection to him,
He never for once ignored your call,
Remember when he housed you with his sisters; Mary and Martha,
He never for once judged and questioned you,
But when he needed you,
You were far from home,
You could have used one of your tricks,
To race against time and space,
But you didn’t, instead, you chose your work over him,
I guess he was always a second choice,
A means to an end; the path to our hearts,
Four days! He has been dead,
This tomb now clothes his lifeless body,
The passage to the afterlife,
And here you come with your twelve,
Wearing sad faces and tears,
Like a kid who lost his candy,
If only the news of his sickness,
Had quickened your feet,
To behold your friend on his sickbed,
Maybe he would have seen another sunset,
Maybe I would have felt his lips on my forehead,
Maybe his Aunt would embraced his warmth one last time,
Just enough for us to bid him farewell,
But you abandoned him,
You broke your vows,
The communion of promises you both shared with one another,
Sleep on Lazarus,
Your friend, Jesus is here,
To say goodbye to his dear friend,
Whom in sickness, he abandoned!
Olaoye Adeleye
(C) 2020
The Lord is my shepherd all my days on this earth,
There’s no room for want, lack, fear, nor death;
Walking through the valley with death shadows,
All I feel is peace, faith and strength in my bones and marrows;
The storms of life are colliding in my head like steroids in the space,
Temptations and trials roaring like a lion to my face,
Pressures of life heating up like a nuclear reactor,
All I do is to look up to God my creator,
Because every other device from the devil is not a factor.
He raised me from the valley to stand on mountains;
Filled me with the spirit of wisdom,
Elevated to the right hand to blossom,
This one is excess love from the father of fathers,
Right now, that is all that matters.
Now in him I have too much freedom,
Fulfilling my priestly ministry in His kingdom,
Sleeping like a baby because I rest assured of the future,
You know what, it’s made up of the necessary mixture,
Purposefully planted by God as a perfect fixture.
Behold, I am a new creature,
With newness of life, being renewed like the eagle,
Going about soul winning like atom revolving round it’s orbit,
Never lonely because I’m always alone with the Holy spirit;
I am never lost because I know who I am.
Lady Nancy
© 2020
IF ALL WERE MEDICINE
If all were medicine
Jehova Rapha would’ve retired
and left his theatre for vaccine
but
all weren’t about men’s abilities:
For all doctors had her contact, yet
her flow was as a pool –
the woman with blood issue.
but when to the Rabbi’s hem touched
the river ceased
and to her, received wholeness
If all were medicine
His stripes would be no more but useless
and thirty-nine lashes in vain
but
all weren’t about men’s discoveries
For Lazarus was ill
three days being buried to death
yet on the fourth, the man of Galilee cried
there in loud voice, he raised the dead
“loose him, let him go”
If all were medicine
there won’t be miracle
in the name of Yeshua…
But all weren’t medicine,
let’s shout “Jesus“
and we’re healed!
Josh Oluwafemi Oloyede
©2020
In this time that is critical
If your Christianity is not radical
You cannot be classical
And for you to be classical
You’ve got to be practical
Your phone number
Should not be available to the devil
Because your steps are on a higher Level
Status is changing
Instead of declining
Keep inclining
Better days ahead
So focus your head….
Dr. Uwe
© 2020
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