There is one number I know that is programmed never to switch off; J-E-S-U-S. You can call it even when your phone is off.Lady Nancy
Let the little ones come to me
For theirs is the Kingdom of Heaven
Let them glide in milk’s cream wheels
And spurn round brownies guarded by horses
Do not feed them moth from empty tins
Never leave them at home in a sink
Bring’em all into my merriment
Father must not watch them die
– Rebekah E.
Awake in the belly of winter
Amidst an entourage of snowy shadows
Too late yet early
Brave in Jubilee’s race
All dog sledges had
Phased through the 44 moons
And now it’s extra time
Whistle in 30 seconds
Will end a week’s millennium
Days for years
Gone bye and dry
With a monarch’s corpse left behind
Whatever is in a minuscule minute
Should not be denied before the cock crows
To summon the giant reaper
– Rebekah E.
Drip drop, drip drop
Soon enough creates a pond
Flip flop, flip flop
Booted once makes a thud
Observation is traversing
In a field of motionless activity
Eyes on a water sphere above
And then on the growing rivulet below
Ears trace the patter of soft unsteady feet
Listening as moments age
– Rebekah E.
It’s very easy to feel like you’re better than the next person. Maybe because comparing lets you know how well you are doing and soothes your
conscience. It’s natural to judge a matter, and formulate assumptions to why that lady is begging on the road…
beside triplet children
Or why that man is living with that lady. Like coming to fast possible conclusions about everything we see, somehow makes us smart,
experienced, conscious people.
But the truth?
There could be many reasons why something is happening the way it is. Our judgements of personalities and actions could be wrong, and very wrong. Many times, they are half-baked because of what we think we know;
like thinking that every young man in his 30’s living with his parents is lazy,
every lady who hasn’t received her healing “doesn’t have enough faith.”
Like thinking that this guy is so deceived, he still believes he should welcome the Holy Spirit.
Like thinking that wearing jeans or ripped jeans is the most irresponsible wear on earth, for only sons of the devil.
Like thinking we could have done better if we were in a fellow’s shoes.
We may not fail in the area we so judge, but we fail, because we are frail.
Sometimes, we judge because we haven’t been in similar situations. Who even gives us this standard to judge? To condemn?
Jesus said, “…if any of you is without sin, let him be the first to cast a stone.“
Because we are lost in our own ways, assuming that for one reason or the other, we are in a better position to condemn another, we are more effectively breaking souls than healing them. Those eyes burning with judgement, warning of a terrible future, and hell.
Yet, we profess Christ.
We say we are born of love, and yet we say people are beyond help.
We feel that some persons are not to be seen with us.
Our Lord wasn’t ashamed to be seen with “sinners.”
Our Lord sat and ate with sinners.
Our Lord spoke compassionately with sinners, they dared to ask, “You seem to be a prophet.”
No threats of brimstone from our Lord.
No judgements from our Lord, except towards hypocrites who concentrated on appearances.
No casting away from our Lord who asks that all come as they are.
Our Lord Jesus Christ who laid his life down for not just my neighbour in sin, but for me too,
who was undeserving.
My Lord teaches me to love.
My Lord teaches me to love without reason.
My Lord teaches me to look beyond appearances and laws.
My Lord teaches me to place compassion over judgement.
My Lord teaches me to bear my brother’s burden, and to do so in meekness, because I…
I am not beyond temptation.
I have the nature of God, and I consciously choose love and compassion over judgement, perception, and inaccurate conclusions.
Christ has not come to mould you in guilt
but manifested to destroy the fiery fright
and release thee from inferiority cell
for you’re a chosen generation
priest in kingly mansion
you’re a god
with big God
Yeshua is not here for your eviction
but all the way to the cross, it is redemption;
from thy saviour
you conquered the forces and its emperor
for you’re made a battleaxe,
weapon of war
to break the devil’s ass
and send his men trembling by thy roar
Jesus died for all thy sins
leave the screen
and stop watching the old scenes,
you already have a holy gene!
for unto us, Christ is made righteousness
in pure holiness
in perfect sanctification
and accomplished redemption
Josh’ Oloyede Oluwafemi
A farmer caught a pigeon
Inside a cage, he nurtured it
Now, the farmer to the bird, was mean
He deprived it of life’s necessities.
The bird was kept in the house
Denied access to sunlight,
It grew up believing in the non-existence of light
After all, it never saw the outside world.
Years later the farmer died
And the farmer’s son, aloud said:
“I have no need for this bird
It is old and as good as dead”
Out he took the cage,
Its door he opened expecting flapping wings,
The bird which should have flown in rage
Stood there, paralysed with astonishment.
The farmer took the bird out of the cage
And carefully set it on its feet
The bird with wings flew not
Its mind was already crippled.
Many of us are like this proverbial bird
JESUS CHRIST has set us free
But still, we hold tight to the past
Refusing to let go of a slave’s mentality
We all have been redeemed
Let’s free ourselves from an old slavery
Let’s soar to higher heights
And not be crippled by our pasts.
They say time will heal
But I doubt if that’s real
Cause time’s not a pill
I held unto time, time after time
Hoping it would change my life for good, but with time I got disappointed by time
Now my past haunts me
and my present taunts me of the past that hurts me
I’m left in depression
With my so many impressions that lacks expression
Time shipwrecked my faith
Left me in a state
Where I’m at the mercy of fate
To embrace and appreciate that which I hate
Now it feels like my world’s over
Cause time seems to be an enemy under cover
And the approach of death turned me a philosopher
If time can heal then even time needs some time to heal.
But no matter how much time you give to time, it still can’t heal cause time’s not a healer
But I know someone who can heal
One who heals without a bill
The mentioning of his name brings down every knee
He’s Jesus the Christ.