EVERYDAYJESUS is my Thanksgiving!

Father let me start by saying, a million tanks can’t hold the volumes of thanks you deserve. What you’ve made me is adhesive to these broken hearts. This your grace is so on point it makes a fool stop. Father of Laws, farther from loss, he one it all.

 

I can’t be done with praise till the end of days (no farmland). I got the guts to tell a vision from a selfie; Brother, Jesus has been to hell and he set my Ruth free. Love has got me, like a beat box in a ribcage. Yes I trust and I obey, you should read the page right or the right page.

 

Tired of the accusations, I am justified. You the finger of the Devil? Check your stupid index. Love is all I’m filled with, the ink to my form, from him I was born. You can call me another begotten of God, and it isn’t my love his Word speaks out of, but his love is a plane mountain me higher.

 

This ember was hit with the heat of his breadth from beneath his nose thrills and now December hasn’t a pagan holy day anymore. I don’t look to the hills no more, my Help is from within where I’m hidden in Him, speaking life, wise; because he rose, I am reason. I don’t need matches to wordplay or enlighten, I’m burn again.

 

Next year, though eternal I’ll be older, hidden in the rock of ages, unafraid, I am boulder. The King is my size and my broader. Body of Christ, far above, who can put ass on her.

 

The pages of life are my kitchen, I’m cooking the truth and I serve him. I comb through the word and you hair it. Even wishes know we made it.

 

I got God in this temple; like Disney, its still skin I rumple. We got word in this army; I’m part of his house so I window (win though). We’re alight and foretold, we are paper-people, we’re to come and we’re hotter than pepper, peep on at our purpose.

 

Now, if our mindsets are prison, its the Son that frees us. And I hope that you caught this, with those eyes like scissors.

By Achikanu, Daniel; 2017.

EVERYDAYJESUS is our Rap Sheet! 2

 

So many sense organs, yet not enough sense

Light weight sons of a God so dense

Though He’s ever present we are gifted in the past tense

Imprisoned in eternity, my death serves a life sentence.

 

Life is like okpa, when I leave, you can wrap it up.

Boom!

Shot it down though we tall enough to live it up

Running our race, once was human now is heavenly

If the Truth is bitter, then lies give diabetes

 

People start to branch when they cannot bear your fruit,

Sir, Ashes to ashes, we all follow soot;

Be on fire for the Lord or be fired up with lore.

Yes! It is all for God or did you forget to die today?

By Daniel Achikanu; January,2017.

 

EVERYDAYJESUS is our Rap Sheet!

 

Evening

Didn’t really mean to write me another song,

Remember those days when I clogged my lungs,

Now am good with people, I’m the charming one.

You don’t have to count, I’m number one.

 

Sometimes I wonder about my drive,

Cars ain’t an issue but we need the miles.

Don’t want to end up just folding files,

Only to come home and pray for size.

My mind’s on that product, no time to prize.

 

Quchi is the name, but love is the game,

There is always going to be room for names,

That is better than gold, especially for the pikin;

Opportunities will call them, they will be picky.

God be their noses, they will always pick him.

He will color their scent, they will breath in him.

Quchi is the name, and I want the fame,

You may call me proud, I call you insane.

Welcome to the trip, this is my relay,

Yes, I got lust but I know The Way.

Never let society be the measure of me,

You have to excuse me, God died for me.

 

The devil is dead to me, Check on wiki;

I still pray for all those in his shoes

He’s so not an issue.

 

When you check please,

Sign here, if you can answer,

‘WHO DEVIL EPP?!’

 

But my Jesus is precious, victorious and yes Boss, He’s God once and always.

There is just no comparison,

There is just no comparison.

Mohamed is dead but Jesus is still risen,

Higher than Angels, no teasing.

No advertising, just one meeting

By Daniel Achikanu; January, 2017.

 

The Reply

I’m not trying to prove anything… Am doing my Father’s work… And am not doing it in my own strength, which is infinitesimal at most compared to him in me, but I am simply renewing my mind in the Word.

There’s reconciliation to be done, gospel to be preached, I’m simply renewing my mind so I don’t live out the hypocritical religion that is the trend of our age and, worse still, make disciples in this order.

I speak things that are simply truth, with proof in the Bible. Whether you aimed at being liked or not does not always affect whether you are liked or not.

This is my message; Christ came to reveal the will of Our God to us, and to redeem us from the enemy. He was resurrected to show that I will be resurrected, and the implications of my faith in him is that I have received life in abundance.

I no longer live, but the Life springs out of me, but if I don’t renew my mind, I will be a hindrance to God’s grace and although I am saved and will make it to heaven, I will not have partaken in the work wherein I am a co-labourer with God.

I am a Spirit. I am a God. I and my Father are one. I am the Temple of God. This is truth and the proof is my love, not for the world and its transience,  but for God’s children and those who God is also working to save.

‘Spirit lead me’ is synonymous with ‘Father lead me’… Or ‘Jesus lead me’;

‘Theology’ is just a nominal designation ascribed to an endeavor to know God… I know my God… I am only getting to know more about what He has made in me, given me and said to me. I redefine EVERYTHING by HIS standards.

Like  you said- this is my Heritage. You are only wrong about me needing to pray about it.

John 3 says nothing about praying.
Roman 8 says nothing about praying.
Colossians 3 says nothing about praying.

I am not afraid to fall into the hands of the Almighty.

Only those whose unbelief blinds them from accepting the gift of life through Christ should be afraid of that. And that’s what Paul was referring to when he said that in Hebrews.

I believe God… His righteousness has been inputted on my account.

:):):)

I love it…

El

He is life, existence; essence.
The substance of existents, of evidence.
Their is no being without him
Water is made of him
Fire was born in his presence.
All knowing, he is omnipotence
Heaven and Earth is in The Beginning.

He is Love, innocent; unconditional
Like a picture’s smile of approval
Patient, cautious, forgiving.
Though he hurts he keep giving
Omnipresent in his parental
task of offspring retrieval.
Merciful, compassionate, hoping
We all come home to him.

He is Light, knowledge; Power.
The ability to make or scatter
The thought within The Word,
Where meaning is stored.
The reverberation of matter,
When The Truth says a prayer,
The Receipt of Reconnection,
A Nature and Translation.

He is The Creator,
King of Heaven, GOD!!!

Fly

Godzniel's avatar2nd Daniel

All my friends are ahead of me
…can’t be back-stabbed by those before me.
People open their palms, proudly asking for alms
But what never left never rights back.

The foe guesses the dream, years before you wake
Up, when wrong becomes your right, tears become a lake.
They say the truth is bitter but taste it
Because it frees the heart that accepts it.

Let the hand that catches me be yours, LORD.
Let my life  cause your name ample applause.
I want to fly on the wings of the Word
For men mostly do the opposite of implored.
Not by my power or my might, do I survive in spite
Of tricks by the dark to severe my sight
From being set right with and on Father
And when I shine its his light, I remember.

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