I feel lost
Lost in a wilderness unknown
Fill of sheets and ropes
Tying me bound without freedom
And I search inside of me
To know exactly
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Tag: dream
FROZEN IN THE DARK
Life can be ice cold when you lose someone you love ……………………
I was frozen in the dark
staring at everything and yet, seeing nothing,
floods of tears running down my cheeks,
Tons of weight suppressing my fragile heart,
I was frozen in the dark
unable to move my dead soul ……………
Shot out of the beauty of living into nothingness,
Vagueness of life seemed to make some sense.
I was frozen in the dark..
I didn’t feel alive,
I wasn’t alive!
I was lost ….
Far in space …
Blank in mind …
Empty in soul …
Broken in spirit …
I was frozen in the dark … Continue reading
AWESOMENESS OF REDEMPTION
In that dark and lonely prison
I sat neglected and alone
Kept company only by reason
And many a tear rolling down in a sob
I tried to move for want of ease
The chains clanked the pains increased
The worst had happened and hopes decreased
For everyday brought me closer to sorrow’s abyss
But how did i get this far
How could i have missed my way?
How could i not understand?
That paradise i had already given away
My heart quakes and quivers as i remember
That it hadn’t always been this way
But now all the memories concur
And i have a story to tell, my story
A story long in its stride but yet precise
Short it may seem but detailed it is
Tis a story of one who lost his way
And now heads undoubtedly for shame
As i said this course i now undertake
Was not the first my feet would ever tread,
But just a choice i made one day
Was enough to seal my fate.
Like a slow fade
I had stepped away
For a moments pleasure and spice
I had given away love and paradise
As i trudged along hopelessly
A voice called out my name sweet and sincere
A silver lining in the darkest of clouds
Twas my first love calling me home again
Reach out and believe he said
You don’t have to end this way he said
But it couldn’t be that easy i thought to myself
How could he i had hurt so much still draw me to Himself?
As i reached out he reached out to me
He pulled me up and out of my chains
And like a flash i was on my long forgotten path
I was free at last i am free at last
As we walk along
My joy knows no bounds
I don’t have to look forward to eternal doom
Cos i walk the part of life with my one true love
As we talk, his words refresh
He’s always there even when no one cares
He helps me through this journey to paradise
My story has now become a love story
by
Ezeonyeka Godswill
SCENES OF REVIVAL
This word that has been relegated into obscurity
This experience that has been interpreted unto mediocrity
An experience our fathers cherished and pursued
Without any elevated passion they worked to subdue
The resilience of sin and worldliness
That has choked the rays of godliness
In the heart of yesteryears believers
Whose lives shrank the pride of unbelievers.
There are scenes that are concomitant with revival
One thing is sure, that holiness makes an arrival
Young boys and girls become chaste and sober
Old men and women have christened memories to remember
The once straying souls are suddenly intercepted
By the word and the holy spirit with impact so concerted
Our young girls would dress modestly and beautiful
Not parading themselves in partial nudity in manners most detestful
The young men would discard mediocrity
And embrace purposeful ventures with godly authority
The brothels would be converted to places of godly encounters
And the clubs, a place of god’s dealing ever to remember
Our pot-bellied politicians would become large hearted leaders
Mounting on the wings of purpose to enforce the dreams of dreamers
Our universities would become citadels of excellent scholars
Whose conduct would be based on Christian morals.
Truth would be a surplus commodity in our business places
And sincerity would lead the way in our market places
Children would be nurtured in the bosom of caring parents
Developing in love their gracious talents
The movies we watch would be powerful sermons
Not high jacked by nude and erotic demons
From our music shall emanate soul warming aromas
Blended with intelligent lyrics and served a s soul warmers
We should not scamper empty out of our homes
Without being stuffed with some gospel drones
Our homes would be holy, happy and healthy ones
Where the devil and his agents would be long gone
Boys would relate with girls as sisters
While girls would relate with boys as brothers
Our preachers would not be scrambling on the pulpit
To gain self glory and ego while souls stream into the pit
The church would be filled with an atmosphere of love
Not gossips, slanders, debauchery and insincere smiley curves
Prayer would become a cherished venture by the saints
Consecration would be embarrassed by our ladies and gents
Then the bible would not be a book of fables and myth
God’s word would be real to us and full of might
The devil would lose territories once dominated by him
And a glorious militant church would recover lost lands in warring hymns.
by
Agbaroji Chimeremeze
HOW WELL DO YOU KNOW THAT FELLOW
When you get to know a fellow,
know his joy and know his cares,
When you’ve come to understand the burdens
That he bears,
When you’ve learned the fight he’s making
And the troubles in his way,
Then you’ll find that he’s different than you
Thought you knew him yesterday.
You find his faults are trivial, there’s not so much to blame,
In the fellow that you jeered at when you only knew his name
You are quick to see the blemish in the distant neighbour’s style
And your prejudices fatten and your hates more violent grow,
As you talk about his failures your hates more violent grow,
As you talk about the failures of the man you do not know
But when drawn a little closer and your hands and shoulders touch
You find the traits you hated really didn’t amount to much
When you get to know a fellow, know his every mood and whim,
You begin to find the texture and the splendid side of him
You begin to understand him, and you cease to scoff and stare
For with understanding, all this prejudices disappear
You begin to find his virtues, and his faults you cease to tell,
For you seldom hate a fellow when you know him very well
When you get to know a fellow, you understand his ways,
Then his fault won’t really matter, for you will find a lot to praise.
I HAVE A DREAM
Sitting by my bed at night
I picked my pen to write
To say, to express myself right
This truth that stays inside me tight
You see, I have a dream
What’s new about that? You say…
But what you don’t get yet
Is what I so highly speak of
It’s not the film shows you see
When your eyes are closed in sleep
It is in fact what keeps me awake like today
Boiling in my spirit, vibrating with promise
It is not the past or present
It is the future
The future with so much promise yet untouched
My dreams yet accomplished
Yes, I have a dream
But not the kind anyone would want
I have a dream solid and strong
My expressions running wild along
I have a dream
A dream so big even I wonder at its magnitude
I have a dream and that dream is me
Who I am and someday will be
I have a dream to fulfil
And though my eyes see nothing
I see it shining in the distance
My dream in full manifestation
Now you wonder
What do I dream? You wonder
What’s so different about my dream? You ponder
Here’s is a clue brother
I want success. Yes…
But not the kind given by G.P and fruitless hard work, NO
I want success embedded in fulfilment, not purpose
I want money not by ill-gotten means
But by God who is really to bless with ***** attached in
Of where I want joy and peace
But I will not seek it I the arm of women with lying tongues
Or in green bottles and their contents, NO
I will follow Rom 14:17 principle
I will seek true love in family, worthy friendship
In God, its very source
I want an assured future, but not in the certificate
Or in the unstoppable promise of man and what he can do
But my future remains safe in God’s hands
I have a dream
A dream so big it consumes me
Will it come to pass? I think
Shouldn’t I just follow the crowd?
Do what they do, be whom they want me to be
After all in the confession of many, the truth is upheld
Everybody can’t be wrong
Why must I be different, old-fashioned as they say
But then I will recall
The extra mile is a lonely road
The top is quite less populated than the bottom
If I would achieve this dream so big
I might have to learn to run alone
Cos I found out quite early enough
The road to destruction is wide and popular
But the road to life is wide and narrow
Narrow enough to let the few who would dare
Who would dare to be different
Who wouldn’t trade their dreams in an instant
Just like Joseph… what a man
I have a dream
That someday at sometime
I would stand before my saviour
And he would confirm from the books
The book of life to see if of a truth
I did accept him through and through
If I acknowledge the absolute truth
That God came in the form of man to die
Just for me, just for my sake
I have a dream
That he would see my name there
Written in golden print
And the wonder I would meet.
When he would say to me “welcome”
I have a dream, I have a dream
I have a dream which outside God is nothing
I have a dream though ahead of time is within me
I have a dream
That this dream you dream
Will one day see the light of day
If we could all hold on to Jesus
The author and finisher of our faith
Of our Dreams
by
Ezeonyeka Godswill
Christ a poet 