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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Out of the blues
and without a clue
I found a poem
that turned my head
“quickly” said I
let us blog this rhyme
and tickle “le readers”
with poetic chime… 

–     The Wordsmyht

ENJOY THIS POEM 

You can’t make an omelette without breaking some Eggs,
I’ll let no harm come to her Legs.
You can’t be alive and still be Dead,
I’ll let no injury come to her Head.
Don’t you Understand,
I’ll let nothing break her Hand.
God Knows,
I’ll let no one step on her Toes.

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You can’t speak well without beautiful Lips,
I’ll let no man touch her Hips.
You can’t be wise and still tell Lies,
nothing bad will touch her Eyes.
You can’t be in pain and not shed Tears,
I’ll let nothing happen to her Ears.
You can’t move without walking on the Street,
no evil shall come near her Feet.
No matter how far we are Apart,
I will never break her Heart.

If she asks me for a million and one Things,
I won’t get tired of giving her till the fat lady Sings.
If she keeps coming Back,
there is nothing good she will ever Lack.
When we go to the shopping Mall,
I’ll pay for it All.
If she wants More,
I’ll buy the whole Store.
If she’s afraid to Ask,
I’m up to the Task.

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My sweet Honey,
deserves my Honey.
I’ll let her scatter it in the Air,
because there’s really nothing There.
If she wants the sun and Moon,
I’ll get it Soon.
If she wants the Stars,
I’ll buy her planet Mars.
If she comes Again,
I’ll take her to Spain.
If she needs more Space,
I’ll buy a bigger Place.
If she wants my last Dime,
I’ll give it to her on Time.

from the Rhyme Master

The First Stone

Titus 2:14, ‘Who gave himself for us, that he might redeem us from all iniquity, and purify unto himself a peculiar people, zealous of good works.’ The Rabbi’s voice echoed from the Galilean shores to this century. His words impinged on my ears and drummed on the tables of my heart. He was seeking the answer to his riddle. What was the response to a sin-ridden world? What was the answer to a people so vile and corrupt? He stated with utter disregard for their traditions “Let he that is without sin cast the first stone”. This was their custom. When sin was brought to their attention, they could only respond by throwing stones.  Then Christ came and new stones were hewn from the Rock of Ages. Stones that dazzled with a brilliance previously unheard of – emeralds that radiated excellence, sapphires that marinated in the super-saturated ambience of Grace, rubies that blushed bright with a Love that was as unfettered

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On waters

I wrote this poem with Tofunmi on the 31st of July 2013. Do enjoy! Ours is a sweltering passion A love that chases relentlessly, Unfettered by fear nor clouded by doubts. Its fluidity is unfazed by opposition He chases me through the dusty dunes of despair, Past the raging rivers of sin Into the mud of despondency He longs for me and thus He pursues me He chases, and chases me still. His gaze mixed with faith and grace Fixed on me as I dive into the ocean of uncertainty ___________ I gulped and gulped more of its salty content I was not afloat; I was deeply submerged in my mess But He was watching, I thought. Why wouldn’t He reach out, Reach for His lover. He wouldn’t watch me drown, would He? Oh boy! “Lord, fix me. Please!” I cried. Then His hands reached for me I sensed Him, his eyes fixed on me And then just what I

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