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LOVE LETTERS

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Ages ago on Calvary’s abode
On chiseled trees and rugged terrains
Between the cross and the shame
A cruci-fixion show to fix my soul
That my Saviour came all alone
From Glory to fill my dying soul
Changing charges for me in a death row
From negative to positive
Yet he went through the reverse horrible flow
Just for me to be saved
All because He loves me
Even more than He loves Himself

He became the first love letter
Written with His life and His blood as the ink
Being read with grace
And embraced by true believing hearts
For this His word says
That greater love has no man shown
That even while we were yet sinners
Christ came to die for us
Oh! what a bleeding love letter
Filled with mercy and tears
That looked beyond my weaknesses
And turned this Sinner into a Saint
And so we all are
Thanks to His work on Calvary’s cross

So what then?
I mean what next?
So a letter he became
Letters he made us as His aim
To carry His Kingdom and His name
Giving Him all the fame
In everything and everyday
Surrendering all to Him
In love like no child’s play
We are His letters of love
Written not on stony tablets
But on heart tablets
The ink being His life poured on us
Due to His Holy Spirit upon our lives
Through our redemption on Calvary’s cross

So let the world daily read
Not sin but holiness
Not lust but love
Not hatred but compassion
Not unforgiveness but forgiveness
Not lies but truth
Not evil but good
Not foolishness but wisdom
Not malice but forbearance
Not hypocrisy but sincerity
But above all
Let the world see Christ
Reigning In the midst our hearts
With “love works” at its peak
Extinguishing the flames of selfish deeds
“For Just as He is, so we are on Earth”

For we truly are letters of His love
An extention of His Kingdom on Earth
But just before I drop my pen
I will love to ask”How is your letter being read?”

By
Kenneth Ebisike
Official CAP Poet

My King

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I fell… Yes, I fell.

Not for any fault of his, because he kept his own part of the bargain. He tried to talk me out of it, but I felt I could handle this one. If only I stopped to retrospect on the last time I tried to handle issues by myself, maybe I would have responded differently.

But guess what? He came to me in the mess I created for myself, by myself. A hand could have been enough, but he carried me. Ooh… Did I tell you how messed up I was? Did I tell you what he had to put up with while he carried me? He didn’t only have to put up with the vulgarity of my vanity, he endured the stench of my wetted pants.

If this was up to you, I can understand if you let me rot in my mess. Trust me, I would not take it out hard on you. My reasons are simple; I created this mess by myself.

He had over 7 billion matters to attend to, but it didn’t keep him from coming back for me. He didn’t just come, he came right on time. I mean that much to him.

He is my wonderful counselor, Prince of Peace… Above all, he is my King!

#AllHailTheKing….

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The Stranger’s Hand

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There was a little boy, who woke up as a spirit of harmony and verse. He looked out at the world and heard his name on the lungs of a million people as his voice planted explosion in their minds.

But they had not yet exhaled his name nor had shrapnel from their word-blown minds embedded in their sleeping hearts because he had not yet unleashed himself on them.

So the little boy wrote growing, and grew writing: a circus to most of his peers who didn’t know of his dream, or maybe they did; and they enjoyed him because he was so enjoyable.

Soon the little boy was ready, he wanted to solve so many problems, he wanted to have so many things. He sought his parents to use their power, because he thought, ‘They’ll be so proud of me.’ His mother smiled at him and died. His Father…

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The Joy of One Child

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It was Pain that brought me home. I  have to warn you though, it was not entirely mine. Let me explain, maybe you can join me. Maybe you can join us.

There was a choir aloft above the stars, alight with invisible colours painted with eternal splendor. Their song filled an entire realm with dense excellence as reminded their master of his masterful mastery.

One day he said, ‘Your numbers are great. I will make one who is comparable to me in excellence and projection. And like me, he will create praise for me and rule my expanded domain.’

But a proud Angel said, ‘Why should a younger and corruptible species inherit such vastness? Since this is the nature of you, Master, I will have the choir sing their songs of power at me. Even these your masterpieces will testify of my worth and grace.’

So the choir watched as…

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Hundred’s Ache

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I believe in life after death.

In fact, what we call death is just a hibernation…. Sleep. Real death is the destruction of Identity. The Obliteration of a Soul.

GOD said a soul lasts beyond this earth. This revelation is solid.
Its there, like a strong tree, in my heart; dividing every blow of doctrine I’m dealt.

Yet why do I, believing this,
Feel great sorrow and not bliss?
When I glance
Through the memories
Of the moments
Shared with all these,
Like a vivid dream shared by many,
Their faces and names are history.

After a while, its normal that our loved ones are gone. We remember the pain as a disease we were cured from. I guess we believed in life after death – past tense. Tenses changed the moment we became tense.

But Stop!!! Oh pen,
Let us pray and sleep;
Although we reminisce and weep,
We…

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Intermission

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It would seem
I have this all planned out
From the second I dream
To the first word I spell out
It does feel
Like I’ve got to wait out
This new Ill
Yes, wait the storm out

My trophies are made memories
Invisibly blinding, motivating
Saying
‘If he did it before,
Then this isn’t a chore.’
But I look into this storm’s eye
And my calm flicks and blurs
I know I won’t die
If I do I was yours
But will history pry
Into this my distraught
Or will sneers arise
Just because I got caught

Cut
Don’t let me fall
From my heavenly places
Let me now stand tall
In the face of these faces
And when it is time
There’ll be applauding voices
And the Angels will chime
As I join them in praises
Praises and paces
The only spaces between our graces

It would seem

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A Death and A Letter

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This is a letter.

Written in replacement,
Yet original and single.
I had lost a light, 
A crown born from trouble.

One day I ask myself if it really is true when it is said, ‘opportunity knocks but once’? Is it truly so that throughout our few years on earth,  God is planning, for a few moments?

I thought of how I got saved by one man’s obedience, how I ignored that same sacrifice and yet as I jerked and backslid forward into the Democratic Republic of Damnation, screaming ‘it’s my life’ to the one who gave me life… His mercies still renewed every morning.

I am not the me I used to be and I am no me without him. So it would make sense that I live an eternal servant of the King who saved me from stabbing myself to death from the broken pieces of my heart…

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The Creasing

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They don’t see the act,
So my countenance is
a surprise.

Invisible blood
stains my past
from a future
that will never happen.

They don’t know
the whole story,
So my transfiguration is
a shock;
Electrifying tracks
Reverberate true
my train of thought,
heavy with arc-using,
defusing my joy.

Slowly,
I shake it off,
Its just guilt,
Decreasing.