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
Tag: vision
MY COMPLETENESS
In solemn reflection,
I searched myself ..
Seeking for a deep reliance,
A comfort zone,
A fearless confidence,
An unending love.. Continue reading
FROZEN IN THE DARK
Life can be ice cold when you lose someone you love ……………………
I was frozen in the dark
staring at everything and yet, seeing nothing,
floods of tears running down my cheeks,
Tons of weight suppressing my fragile heart,
I was frozen in the dark
unable to move my dead soul ……………
Shot out of the beauty of living into nothingness,
Vagueness of life seemed to make some sense.
I was frozen in the dark..
I didn’t feel alive,
I wasn’t alive!
I was lost ….
Far in space …
Blank in mind …
Empty in soul …
Broken in spirit …
I was frozen in the dark … 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
I’VE KNOWN SIN
Don’t stare at me like that…
Lest the creator lose his wages…
and I become a mirror of my past.
Cast your eyes sternly,
Place your gaze appropriately,
Do I really look like a saint?
Well, I am one today.
But, once I was lost, 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
CHRISTMAS SPECIAL – WHO IS JESUS TO ME
Who is Jesus to me you ask? Kind of a funny question. Of course I know its serious but what kind of answer would be appropriate, would contain all my heart longs to say. I know it’s ambiguous but first of all I would like to say WOW. Funny right, I get the fact that I can’t simply say in a word or two who Jesus is to me or how much He means to me but is it because I’m at a lack of proper words to use or is it because I don’t really know what to say, maybe I don’t really know who He is. Puzzling…
Okay let me try again. Jesus, this Jesus is the man I’ve read about in the bible, a hero prophesied about, waited for and didn’t show up in the Old Testament. He in the fulfillment of time as the bible says showed up in the New Testament, a marvel indeed. Although kinda weird to the people of that time, He altered the course of the world before, present and even defied the laws science would one day present. His fame spread far and wide and though He led quite a short yet eventful life, His teachings and Spirit, His miracles and lifestyle has left the world a totally different place. He is the same one known to be the SON OF GOD; but wait that’s not who He is to me. Those are just some truths you already may have come to know.
Just as the world is carefully divided into seven continents, nations spread far and wide, thousands of towns and cities with millions of languages similar and the different and amazingly billions of characters, individualities and yes opinions of whom Jesus is.. but you see I can’t speak for all these people whether saved or not see Jesus but I can speak for myself, I can say how I feel, what I think, the truth I’m sure I know and though ambiguous I still think is impendent I figure out, you figure out who this Jesus is to you.
You see Jesus is the voice that spoke to me when I went wrong as a boy. Jesus was the one who consoled me when no one knew deep down I was hurting. Jesus was the one who drew me to His word as a little boy, teaching and tailoring my life into His masterpiece. Jesus was the one who called out to me every Sunday morning relentlessly until my heart answered to a call to love, light and life. Jesus was the one who had me saved and had to watch while I nailed Him time and again to the cross. Jesus was the one who wept in my insides when I opened my eyes to pornography, to lust, till the very reason my soul could find no peace in God. Jesus, this same Jesus is the one who forgave me all my sins in His mercy but had to repeat the process over and over again because I wouldn’t just stand firm in the victory he had won for me. Yet He kept forgiving me even pleaded my cause at the father’s feet. When my heart was lost in darkness and my conscience sealed as if forever, Jesus was the voice that called out to me still, renewing my once lost love, reinstating me, giving me a life testimony no, a love testimony. all my life I’ve known Him to be my healer cos though He does heal my body, the healing He provides my soul as He does so many others is so sure its value remains eternal. He healed my heart so well that I think it’s new. well it has to be cause though I should feel hurt, I feel joy and where resentment should abide in abundance I find acceptance, I find love, I find Him yes I find Jesus there.
This Jesus is the one who taught me to be strong, to be a man, not the kind that had to be proved with every passing minute NO! He taught me to be a man confident and assured, a man who knows that responsibility is his to bear man without fear but with courage on nothing but the living and true God. This same Jesus was the one who taught me to respect the woman even as He does the Church. so I don’t stay away but just close enough to be a friend and as at when due a lover, a companion, a husband.
I’ve said quite much but permit me to say, this Jesus was the one who saw me in my room alone masturbating, hopelessly loosing the joy of my salvation but he didn’t leave in disgust. He stayed there to caution me, close enough to forgive me when I cried out. This same Jesus saw me struggling and He called His servants together, rallied around to raise an army just for my sake, so that I may still see He loves me and would save me at any cost. This same Jesus rejoiced with me when I came to the realization of the fact that of a truth it is not by works but surprisingly by His own mercy cos He lived, He died, He conquered sin for my sake so I would never struggle cos he knew if I did I would fail. He freed me even before I was born and on that dark September night when I realized this, He smiled with me rejoiced with me for I was once lost but now am found.
You see, this Jesus will be the one I would see when it’s all been said and done. He will stand there and speak for me before the father; He would comfort me of all the wounds and scars the world had to offer. He would love me and forever keep me at His side in His love and light.
Now about the question you asked here’s a clue about what I think of Jesus or as you say ‘who He is to me’. Jesus is my love, my saviour, my inspiration, my God. He is the reason I sing, I live. He is the life in me that makes me smile. He is so many things to me and here’s some more, just kidding. But seriously if I were to use a sentence to say who Jesus is to me, I would say He is my love and He lives inside of me.
by
Ezeonyeka Godswill
Christ a poet 