#rhematown iss. 69
Tag: hope
THE PRIESTLY GENERATION
He looked afar in search of a kind
But in the lot, none worthy was found
The earth groaned, the heavens moaned
As darkness covered the people whole
Kings grew numb, princes too dumb
For servants rode horses and sin reigned on deaths throne
A cry was heard around the city walls
That of hope rekindled, joy reborn as chosen elites were brought forth
Redeemed from destruction, renewed by the Word
This kindred a wondrous sight to behold
Priests unto salvation, prophets unto redemption
To bring home the lost and weary souls
Armed with a clean spirit and wilful heart
These guide to reveal hidden mights
An array of mediators, an array of conquerors
All created to bring glory and honour to His throne
A channel of power, God’s mighty arsenal
Breaking through hell’s gated and fallow grounds
They turn not from their shepherd’s lead
They fear not even in the darkest deep
They march on along the righteous path representing Christ
A priestly generation ordained, the Kingdom’s light.
-JEDIDAIAH
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LOVE
Love was why He came, to heal, to deliver, to set the oppressed free.
With depth so deep, the oceans couldn’t compete neither could mountains and hills comprehend, love’s height surpassed them.
Love was why He died
Sickened with faults and guilt,
Dieing in pain because wrath inescapable came to us
A law so right and fair, made by Him
The King that rules the Kings
Yet He bore the curse and shame
To free us all from rage
Love is why he came
Dirty sins with gravity
Colours, sizes and weights that differ
Redeeming and restoring
Love is why He rose
Not for show of strength or power
But He went through the stress
Leaving Jasper and Emerald for dust
Skipping death after 3 days
Love is why He stayed
Never forsaking, never condemning
Love is why He bled
From sins not yet sinned and communion into recover
That in it life and health could be
Love is why He left
To give a way for another so pure and meek
To teach and comfort
And strengthen in time of need
-Michelle Okonicha
HIS WITNESS
In truth, I speak him aloud
In words, I pick his existence
For he is the lamb, the lamp to your feet
For he is also the lion, your pavilion when all seems wrong.
In letters I adore him
Even beyond the latter years
Your tears now his care
Even when the world yells fear
Still he is fair enough
To bear your regret
And call you into his fold.
In sickness, when all hope seems faded
In every disappointment, when the future seems broken
Like a fracture to the brain
O yes! Yes He is with you
To heal your diseases
To reveal carefully that it’s not disappointment
But “this is my appointment”
All for seasons,
And beyond the seasons
Very much christ is alive to give you rest………..
He is here!
He is there!
He is with you dear!
Iamthealchemist
2016.
TWS- THE WAITING PLACE
What do you do when all that you have laboured to build gradually fizzle before you?
What do you do when you do all you know how to do, and it just seems not to be working out?
What do you do when you see yourself within touching distance of victory and success, only to see yourself fall back to square one?
What do you do when life happens?
My friends, there are times when every proven method seem to fail. There are even times when your friends will be far away, your connections will fail and even family will leave you to your peril. There are also times when you come to your wits end and it seems like you have no more strength left to carry on. These are times when it is like the only option left is to throw in the towel. My friends, those are times when life happens.
It could be that as you are reading this, you are already at that point when you are considering giving up on liferathon. It could even be that you have written that suicide note, and about to take the pill, kick the stool or maybe pull the trigger. Then this is good news coming your way.
I want to recommend a place for you. I choose to call it REHAB. It is a place where weakness is exchanged for strength, hopeless situations receive hope and death is replaced with life. Here, all you lost will be restored. It is a place of waiting.
He’s the one who gives might to the faint, renewing strength for the powerless. Even boys grow tired and weary, and young men collapse and fall, but those who keep waiting for the Lord will renew their strength. Then they’ll soar on wings like eagles; they’ll run and not grow weary; they’ll walk and not grow tired.
Isa. 40:28 (ISV).
Welcome to REHAB.
Stay blessed.
#REHAB
©TRANSFORMING WORDS SERIES
(Transforming the World through the Word)
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