Posted in Poems

God-colours

Once upon a time
Darkness covered the earth
For the seat of it
Was the heart of men.
All men
Male and female
Old and young
It wasn’t about the race
All was black
Continents were dark

Dark forces ruled the nations
Filled the cities
Governed our homes
For the seat of it
Was the heart of men.
All hope was lost

Till once came upon us another time…

God became man
Reconciled us to Himself
Made us the focus of His love
Because we said yes to His call.

For as many as received Him
He christened us “sons of God”
Among many other names and titles

And in the midst of all the darkness
And the pain of what seemed to be
A hopeless situation,
He declared;
“You are light, bringing out the
God-colours in this world”

Now are we the sons of God
Light in dark places
Salt…
Bringing out the God-flavours in
This world.

‘Seye Maj

Posted in Letters

To Poimēn

Dear sir,
I once was lost
Honestly, I really was lost.
The Word had a cost
My price was a must
Or so I thought.
Thank you for teaching me that Jesus paid it all
That I have been made just like Him
As beautiful as He is.
Had I not learnt that He always has my back
I’d be a victim of many circumstances
Subject to pressures of this system
Thank you Poimēn.
You taught me responsibility as a son in my Father’s house.
You taught me to pray hours upon hours
Till I see His kingdom come.
Oh I prayed till I felt heaven in my body
Bolts of lightning flashing through my veins
I prayed till light flooded my soul
And my eyes showed His glory.
Thank you Poimēn.
You taught me to stay with God’s word and believe all it says till I began to see it’s truths breakout!
Oh and it did break out.
My eyes are enlightened daily to see all that He has made me.
Such boldness to lay hands on the sick that they may recover.
The prophetic has become a norm because you taught me it’s meant to be so.
The things of the Spirit are no more mysterious because you taught me not to think so.
One thing I will desire;
Don’t stop believing in me and us.
Our ears long to hear you say to us,
“Way to go! Well done!”
Our eyes long to see the look on your face that says, “I know you can do it. You are getting better. Keep pushing son!”
And when we lead your worship or anchor your services, we long to see your nods of approval.
Oh our souls are lifted by these.
And when you chastise us, we hope you draw us close quickly lest we are discouraged in our hearts.
Don’t give up on us too soon, even when we don’t get it right.
Don’t ever get tired of believing again.

Yours,
Me.

Posted in Letters

To my friend with a white dog

Dear you,
I write because I have a mind
I write because my mind’s got memories
I write because these memories don’t go off easy.
I miss seeing your face and the smile you had to offer
The long walks to my house and the long walks back
I miss the moments of truth and the talks from the heart
The passion in your eyes for the things that touch your depths
I miss the smallness of your frame, full of love and friendly hugs
I miss all these and even more.
Then you went far away to a place not so familiar and you got too familiar.
I tried reaching out to you ‘cos I saw you had many cares.
I prayed hoping that you will see that you have all you need in all the love that surrounds you.
But you shut me out and put me behind bars.
It hurt so much, stung my eyes with heated tears.
I still believe in who you are becoming.
Greatness lies ahead of you.
I hope you will someday look back and remember you once had a friend in me.
I still miss you.

Yours,
Me.

Posted in Inspired writings

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I have called you the focus of my love.
My love does not produce fear, but calls you into dimensions of courage and soundness of mind.
I call you to rest in the reality of my affections and lean into the melodies of my lovesong.
My hand is constantly stretched out for you to hold on to when your heart fails and the walls are craving in.
I see it all.
I know it all.
Not from a distance, but as near as the throbbing of your heart.
I’m with you in the hurtful flames and the pressures of a transient world.
In all of these, my heart desire is that you see that my love for you is louder than the voices that travel with the wind.
See, I hear your heart call for help
But you also need to hear my voice shouting back, “Grace! Grace!”