Held

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

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Let’s Dance

Listening to Sia “Soon we’ll be found” He said to me “Son, lets dance” I was surprised for He was giving me another chance. Did he forget my nights of reckless abandon, when I gave my soul over to Dagon, where beneath the glow of the crescent moon, I smoked trees and vanity was in full bloom? The stars twinkled cheering us on, Come son, he said, come son.. His nail scarred hands outstretched, though I was clad in filth and wretched. “No!” I screamed as I turned away, “Why treat me like a gemstone when I’m just clay” Do you not recall my arrogance and my pride? the days of my deathly dalliance, so eerie and wild? Painting the town red with iniquity and sin, Living a life so tragic and obscene… ? Do you not see the murk and mud on my skin? Are your nostrils blind to my stench, my stink? Son, Let us dance… here’s my

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Paying the Bills

Read on and enjoy.  This morning I got the shocker of my life. It was early on Sunday so I went about my pre-church duties which included a warm shower (thankfully, PHCN was supportive this morning), tweeting, calling my heart-throb Ifeoma Funke Damilola Okay! I don’t have one. My p-setting game only lands me effortlessly in Friend-zone. *Don’t you dare laugh*. Soon I shall meet my emerald of grace… Anyways *scoffs* It was about quarter to 9 when there was a light rapping sound on my door. Someone was knocking. Someone was knocking!!! Someone was knocking? But wait… I was the only one in the compound for heavens sake. The gates were padlocked. I looked at the window where I normally kept the keys. There they were. I remembered locking the doors, the gate after my dad drove out. My folks had already gone for workers meeting as they were ministers in Dayspring Assembly, so I visibly startled that someone was knocking. Visibly

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Gaze into Grace

The way He dotes on me, His eyes glistening with delight He calls me into Himself – He the Father, and I, loved by the Lover embraced and engraced, till all that is night becomes light He sings sweetly to me softly first, then like a river His voice washes over me… “twinkle, twinkle little star for in my hands I shall heal all your scars” I find that I am lost in HIS infinity, where are my fears and tears? where are my worries? petty squabbles that left me disgruntled… all at once He is to me the centre of all eternities the conflux of infinities Oh such absurdity that He should be mindful of me, one such as He… I stare… eyes wide with wonderment, As He unveils his majesty! I scream… His seamless robe and his nail pierced hands, round me He wraps them! tearing away my filthy garment, He kneels… and the angels gaze in awe

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BLOOM

Have you read “All I Do” or “Yahweh“? Please do… This is the first instalment in my 316RUSH (316 posts posted at precisely 3:16pm) … Do enjoy… Click here to enjoy Aybee Omari’s Bloom Baby, Bloom Take all your sloppy love stories. Heap them … narrative upon narrative, tale after tale from Romeo and Juliet’s dangerous dalliance with death to the illicit affair under the duvet of dusk between David and Bathsheba Consider them in all their glory and grandeur See Casanova blaze bright like a Supernova hovering over damsels like a predator would eye his prey Watch in wonder as the dashing prince smashes through beam and board just to win the fairest one’s heart Take all of these Your fairy tales, your bedtime stories stories of a princess awakened by a kiss or missing shoes used as GPS in a romantic quest Pile them up till they reach the navel of the sky or better still till they

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