Theory is good
Analysis helpful
But none can save you
Except praying on your knees.
God is not moved
By our carnal understanding
He lives above the heavens
He abides in His Presence.
The fourth dimension
Is only moved by faith
Get on your knees now
Humble your heart
And pray now.
Ugwu David C.
©2023
Second Bullet: LAUGH AT ALL THESE AND THAT
YES – there is a cause,
A purpose with serious sense.
But, if I may advise.
Sometimes be still
And know that HE is God.
Laugh at yourself daily.
Laugh at fame and glory.
Laugh at your friend and enemy.
In these world,
Laugh at all these and that.
And then, in your mind,
Will emerge a new energy
A sure strategy
To battle all these and that.
Ugwu David C.
©2023
Wishes of yesterday are realities of today
Events dreamed about now realized
All is not perfect, but all is well
More grounds to take, more prayers to make.
Wishes of yesterday are realities of today
As the old leaves fall, new ones erupt
And there’s hope for a fallen tree
If the roots remain, it’s life it will regain.
Wishes of yesterday are realities of today
A living being is better than a dead king
He may stagger, wobble and fall
But if he keeps living, he’ll soon be winning..
Ebisike Amarachi
© 2023
May the peace of the Lord be with you.
May the peace of the Lord guide you.
With ease may you find answers when you seek.
With clarity may you hear when you ask.
The Lord is on your side, it is all the advantage you need
The Lord is your provider, it is all the assurance you need.
He desires for you to be bold, confident, and faithful to all He has put in your hands for the work before you.
Stand strong.
And when it feels like the ground is shaking beneath you, be still and know that He is God.
May the peace of the Lord be with you.
Imani Dokubo
© 2023
Where are you man in grief,
In regret of past decisions or locked in brackets of unanswered questions?
Where are you man in lust,
In a pool of vain imagination or full of scorn from last night’s bile?
Where are you man in doubt,
Trapped in a cage of uncertainties or navigating the complexities of your path?
Where are you man in desperate mode,
Awake in your worries or embracing options that don’t serve you?
Where are you man in unbelief,
Crafting your ways or rejecting help from zion?
God’s hands are reaching out
Bekoning…
Accept His comfort through grief and unanswered questions.
He is reaching out, beckoning…
Accept his help to break free from that habit.
He is reaching out, beckoning…
Accept His wisdom to deal with the affairs of men.
He is reaching out, beckoning…
Accept His peace to calm the raging storm.
He is reaching out, beckoning…
Accept His son that you might have everlasting life.
Imani Dokubo
© 2023
He, the first born of the spirit was born in a manger
Raised with his people yet considered stranger
Jesus in God’s sight, is considered all that is right
He took whiplashes
That healing be given in all places, races and classes
He at Galilee’s road
Was broken that we be made whole
That we be saved souls
For our salvation was always his main goal.
Jesus was bartered bruised and crushed
All while led to an old rugged cross
To have nails impale his body
That we may become his body
And at the 9th hour, when hope had diminished
He declared it is finished.
For three days , he launched a one man raid.
Defeating devil, demons and death in a perpetual victory parade
And at the third day when he was raised
The power of death was as empty as his grave.
Brown Ini
© 2022
Sometimes I feel like the world is an unlit candle, watching my lighter’s drama.
I was taught the word is light, I guess grade school didn’t teach us to speak in brighter grammar
Cos these twilight thoughts often leave my tongue twisted.
Who ever said talk is cheap, never valued the tongue he was gifted.
Still, light has never met a darkness it could not chase.
And even when words are too heavy for lips to lift, I can still hum amazing Grace.
Until I can flip my can’ts to can dos.
Until I can speak Sparks to these candles.
Ini Brown
©2021
I’m human.
Trust me, I am.
I wear my pants one leg at a time.
And, believe it or not.
I cry. I fall. Yes, I even fart.
Ew.
Sometimes I feel worthless.
Like collateral damage. Expendable.
But, come on. All said and done.
We all know an Old Shot’s a Nigger.
Once every day; twice on Sundays.
Barbarians and Predators
See them threaten to Terminate us.
But as imperfect as we are,
Our God don’t use no erasers.
Perfection is not me.
I’ve never claimed it.
But He who called me?
Come on. Dude’s on Fleek.
Faithful. Holy.
Nonso John
(C) 2021
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