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Truth on memory lane

My heart latches on to the eternal revelation of Your love on my heart
Sounds and chants
Tongues beyond our fatherland…
The extent to which my heart reaches out to You.
To love on You…

I’m drawn into the depths of the realms of Your love
As I feel it wash over me
A breath of life
A warmth of light
Purest essence of You
Glows within me
To shine for You

I pray the moon will not hide herself
And the stars will keep being stars
That I never forget that You are a big part of my life’s little details
And the night breeze reminds me of Your loving gentle embrace

That I never forget that I am at the centre of Your love
And your plans- the big picture I’ll one day see
But as for the pieces I have now
I will be grateful for each one
And wait patiently till it all comes together
That I may always reflect Your beauty even in the littlest things

I pray I will always remember
To be grateful for The Fairest
And the gift of love–
Reflecting these colors just the way You would

To see through Your eyes
And have passion for what aches Your heart
And in all, To be You through me.

To be the sound on Your lips to the world around me
And let them hear where others won’t tell…

Abba loves us


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I don’t believe in fairies

I know you love all them fiction stories
Of how the hero dies
And comes back to life
I know you love all them mythical stuff
The thoughts of a dragon
Rescuing the Jupiter Princess
Or whatever name she bears

It’s fine
Really, It is.

Good daydreaming, I say.

Life’s not really as the movies make it look
Some things show up you won’t see in a storybook
Sometimes you have to fight for the things your errors took
And opportunities come as baits on a fishing hook

Look, I don’t believe in fairies
There’s a happily-ever-after that’s only possible in the Father
But I never rule out the likelihood of hurts
And the prospects of a bright future
We will be fine ‘cos we live, move and have our being in Him

But it doesn’t change the fact that fairy tales are not my thing
Tell me, why won’t Cinderella ever get in an argument with her boyfriend??
And fairy godmother is just the perfect godmother?
Snow White is always at peace with her dwarfs?
And she’s got no pimples on her face?

I really don’t care if Tinker Bell dies
But I remain steadfast in my unbelief

©’Seye Maj 

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Someday, I will write a story
I will tell a tale of how I got here.
Unashamed, I will sing of my journeys
Y’all will hear the chronicles of pitfalls and platform rise
Y’all will hear of the errors that plagued my passage
And the grace that strengthened my heart, hands and feet.

Someday, I will give an oration
Multitudes will hear of Your faithfulness.
Someday I will…
Men will learn to submit to process by the things You taught me;

Pressure produced patience
And in turn taught me discernment
I learnt to hope
And see Your love as part of my voyage
I learnt to be a son
Years after I was born
I learnt to be a prince and see royalty in my veins
I learnt to know the spirit of a crown
And understand what it means to be a king
By purifying my heart,
I learnt to see You in everything

Someday, I will tell of how my high places
Became a highway for me to ride
How your secret place
Is where I hide
And the sustaining power of your unending grace…

©’Seye Maj

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Pneuma tales

In the beginning…
He hovered upon the face of the deep.
He was there at the birthing of light
And bore witness to the making of God’s image.
He was there when the morning stars sang together
And all the sons of God shouted for joy.
He marked the demarcations of the earth
And the boundaries of the waters.
He planted Eden with The Highest
And adorned it for Adam’s rest.
He is the breath that swept the skies
Garnished and embroidered the heavens.

He was the energy that moved with David’s sling
And the virtue in the sound of his harp
The East Wind that drove back the sea
And caused my feet to walk on dry ground.

In another beginning…
The Mighty One became a seed planted in a virgin’s womb
More than anything ever heard or seen,
Brought forth a Man full of God.

Dead men walked
Lame men danced

And Man full of God?
Took an evening stroll on the waters of Galilee!

He was there when The Chosen hanged on a tree
And was poured out as the consummation of all sacrifices.
He was unruffled,
For by the breath of His mouth
In three days pulled Him out of Hades
In three days, there was none like Him
In three days was declared the Son of God with power
In three days He led captivity captive
And set at liberty all who were and will be bound.

We see yet another beginning…
He who hovered upon the face of the deep
And was planted in a virgin’s womb
Has been planted in our hearts
That we might be named by the name of The Chosen
And walk in the light of His countenance as Men full of God.

‘Seye Maj

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Beyond the hurts that scarred my heart
And the horrors that bedevilled the night
I live in a far greater reality
Beyond the stars of the heavens

Beyond the battles that ravaged our lands
And savage diseases that plagued the children
There is a place beyond the rivers
A place I call home.

Mysterious it is,
That I am here
And I am there

For where I am,
Hurts are no hurts
and plagues are no plagues
How dare I try to give an explanation?

Ask no questions,
I am more than what you see
I’m right at home.

‘Seye Maj