Doxology (Poem)
Man is born broken. He lives by mending. The grace of God is glue. – EUGENE O’NEILL Rahab the harlot stared
Month: November 2013
The Anvil
“Last eve I paused beside the blacksmith’s door, And heard the anvil ring the vesper chime; Then looking in, I saw upon the floor, Old hammers, worn with beating years of time. “‘How many anvils have you had,’ said I, ‘To wear and batter all these hammers so?’ ‘Just one,’ said he, and then with twinkling eye, ‘The anvil wears the hammers out, you know.’ “And so, I thought, the Anvil of God’s Word For ages skeptic-blows have beat upon; Yet, though the noise of falling blows was heard, The Anvil is unharmed, the hammers gone.” — Attributed to John Clifford How serious do you take the content of this book? A book not published by human printing presses, not penned with the scarce and scaly sentences of sin-tainted humanity but God-breathed! A book whose breath breaks the bands and bonds of brokenness! *does the moonwalk* – THE WORD OF GOD! Do you know that God’s word is like a garden
When God Speaks
Above the murmurs of self-will Beyond the clouds of ambition & passions There lies that still subtle voice Radiating into our innermost Piercing into those very bones How surprising, we still do not hear Some call it heaven’s radio dial But i think it as an everyday lingua The signals freely abounding Always available to the new birth crew All YOU need is just a little searching Sadly, only a few rightly tune Be it from the unlikeliest of sources Or from the incoherent of speeches A diverse language, yet so distinct Ever resounding, so very clear A willing listener, definitely would discern When God speaks, surely u can tell. Written by ‘Tola Ogunsipe
Out of the Boat
Love is fear’s bane. He that walks in love walks perfectly for his walk is neither hampered by doubt nor is it fettered by fear. He dares to walk where Angels dread. He dares to walk in the valley of death’s shadow for he brings life and hope to those cast off as dead. Jesus walked in perfect Love and neither the laws of physics nor human nature could shackle him. On the raging Galilean sea he marched triumphantly seemingly oblivious to the tumultuous waves and harsh winds. He walked with the poise of one infinitely greater than the combined military forces of salty sea and sultry winds. Above the storms he walked unperturbed, bringing to the remembrance of the waters that it was He who formed them through the simplicity of his word, that it was He who restrained them with borders no one has ever seen. He walked on the seas and behold this sight was foreign to
Dance
I woke up with the words “I love you”, on my lips Then a touch on my shoulder on sitting straight Smoothly brushed my right shoulder in a caress The same blood-stained hands! You almost did scare me! They didn’t seem to have ever been pierced Enough for the ‘crimson flow’ to gush out easily I wiped out the corner of my lower lip Free from the liquid of sweet-sleep “Can I have this dance?” So insistent, yet lovingly tender How beautiful and natural the strands of his hair were! He didn’t need wisps of hair smoothed off, no wisps! I could’ve said “Seems you’ve had your bath” Now I know why “Firstborn from the dead, lives never to die anymore” Large, grace-filled eyes easily gathered rivers He took my hand in a dance I’d never known No thanks to not being a dance-person Without definite beat or music that I heard His heart’s beat would’ve been sufficient. One thing
