Hi there, please do follow this blog by email and tell your friends and foes about it. I trust that God will bless you by the words therein. [COMMENTARY ON ISAIAH 53:3] He was despised and rejected by mankind, a man of suffering, and familiar with pain. Like one from whom people hide their faces he was despised, and we held him in low esteem Appalling they uttered, How could the one who called himself King be stripped naked and hung on a tree before all men as a mere criminal? It is quite inconceivable to hold the image of a God that can be killed. Definitely if we apply logic to it if God can be killed then death is God? This is the stumbling block of the cross. For on the wooden tree Christ experienced in a moment all the pain and suffering of man. Songs have been written. Poetry flows from the lips of muses like a



The Holy Spirit gave me this yesterday (22nd of October 2014): BOLD AS A SON, FIERCE AS A LION. So I decided to revisit some of my early posts themed on Courage and the likes.  COMMENTARY ON ISAIAH 54:17 No weapon forged against you will prevail, and you will refute every tongue that accuses you. The devil is in his haberdashery, fashioning a cloak of anarchy, He plans to sneak in while men sleep, and plant his weeds vile and so nasty! (Excerpt from Church Notes) Have you been to fear’s forge? It is the smithy of sin where the devil works tirelessly plotting and scheming against the sons of Zion. Have you been to hell’s hearth where all our fears in different shapes and sizes are crafted and designed to specification? The bible says we are drawn away by our own lusts. Have you seen the tongs of temptation those infernal tools of the devil with which he seduces us

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The Child-Bride

Children are a heritage from God, offspring a reward from him. Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are children born in one’s youth. Dark and teary eyed, Once cheery, with an infectious smile That set dusky nights ablaze with glee. Now, that is all gone. Look behind the smile, See her fear masked by the upward arch of her lips, Feel the uneasiness as she is handed, to her husband. Broken dreams, ravaged vaginas. Hope snuffed out by the votes of a ham-handed few; Behold their cudgel, the long arm of the law; a weapon against the weak and small. Step into this field of atrophied dreams, Where hope lays shattered like shards of glass, Sprawled on the plush beds of lawmakers Girls peddled like slaves because their ‘periods’ came home tonight, Bludgeoned by the ones sworn to shelter them. The frail flame of the female flower, Emaciated by the placid phallus of the law. Gaze upon the

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