I’ve learned-
that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is be someone who can be loved. The rest is up to them.
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CLOCKWORK
As the morning lights breaks through the night
Automatically darkness gives way to daylight
Our mini-skirts and shorts give way to church hats and ties
Smoky eyes and red lips give way to ‘just as thou art’ makeup style
Words full of grace have to play cos vulgar words or lies don’t sound right.
Tequilas and red wine give way to Holy Communion and rites
Pornographic materials give way to huge bibles and pads to write
Clubs and parties give way to solemn gatherings and messages of Christ
Even the radio stations switch to amazing grace and gospel playlists just for a while. Continue reading
A MUST KNOW TRUTH
Looking at the whole creation in its entirety, and orderliness of everything, everyone will certainly know that there must be a force holding everything in shape. According to scientists, the earth is declared to be suspended in the space, as well as other planets, without anything physical holding them up. They all on their own have been known to be revolving round the sun, which supplies the natural light energy to the planet earth, since a time no one can really tell. Continue reading
BELIEVE
Seeing, they say, is believing…
So, what about knowing?
What about discerning?
If life is all about sight,
The blind will not smile,
and their feelings won’t ignite. And believe they never right
Believing is more than the eyes..
It is much deeper within. Continue reading
ALL I WANT TO DO
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
How I ended up here Continue reading
CHANGING TIMES
As I look down memory lane I remember
Like a little shrub at the dawn of sprouting
My admission, left me shouting
Alas there was yet another route to explore
Just behind the great gate of learning before me 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
Christ a poet 