I am held in the hollow of his hands, by the rivers that make me glad. He keeps me in his alcove of affection, Shielding me from harm and hell’s machination. I am kept by the power of His Love, His is a variant that fits my soul like a glove, When the storms of life venture near, I am assured of peace for He is here. I am held up above principalities and powers, My spirit fears neither death nor the witching hour, For there is a constant witness in the furnace, I have a Father who ever lives to give me rest. I am fearless in the den of raging beasts, Calm in the eye of fires stoked by pride and persecutions. For within me is domiciled one who is greater, I am His beloved and He is my Lord and Lover. I am held in the hollow of his hands, Adorned with grace on my head like
Every single truth you learn from God in church has more use for you outside the church. Since Tongues are the vocabulary of your innermost being, the expressions of your recreated Spirit let us understand how we can apply them.
He sees you. He desires you. You are the greatest thing since sliced bread. You are greater than sliced bread. You have been buttered and bred, By the Chief Baker of all Eternity. He is the God who sees… He is God over all the seas. Yet He is mindful of you. He is intimate with all your hues. When you are moody and blue, When you are cheery and full of glee. He sees. He desires you. Hear Hagar. Seething and whining. Her heart raging with anger. Hear her baby boy. Infant sobs pierce the blistering heat. Dusty winds lash at them. Hear Hagar. For He hears her cry. He hears her son’s tears. He sees her fears. And He answers… For He is a God of Love. He sees. He is not blind. He sees. Even in the darkest nights. When the lights are but shadows. When the sounds are but funeral dirges. He sees. He knows. Because
Love is what brings us out of the commonplace into the supernatural. The supernatural isn’t some mystical faraway land ruled by fairies. Love is the Father’s heart to all men. It is a choice stone more dazzling than all the diamonds of the earth. Love is the Mystique of the Father. There are certain concepts in scripture that boggle the mind. For instance the stone the builders rejected… [Plot twist:] that stone is now the infinity stone… Our chief cornerstone. God our Papa demonstrates his Love towards us by giving us His word. This word becomes flesh and dwells among us before suffering the ignoble horror of a roman crucifixion, stripped naked before his kit and kin and subjected to the most horrific of deaths. This is the wonder and the mystery of the Father. Using the seeming foolishness of death by crucifixion to ransome the world from the clutches of death. It can be explained in one word: Love
You will read this because you must. You will read this and watch as the eye of your understanding is freed from the rust. You will read this and indeed you will trust. For this has been quarried from Zion’s crust. The deep of the sea is nothing compared to the depths of His Love for me. Selah – Damilare ENJOY Let me tell you this: how I was a wretch, wandering the wastelands of my own existence. Tensed, bound by the brokenness and bitterness of self. How I wallowed in woes, worry and wormholes, till my life was stripped of wonder and all I could see was shortcut into void and chaos. If I could I would ask you to spare a minute just to listen to the melody of the nadir. Between the soul-wrenching yelps of the demon cur and the lustful clamor of the debauchee I found myself making petitions to gods I had forged after my