With Papa

Please check out my book Cookies with Christ” here: http://goo.gl/OyMvAm It was neither noon nor night. The skies were clear as day yet I could see the stars in splendid array. This looked like the Eden that Moses described. Watered by rivers from the 4 corners of the earth. Teeming with verdant vegetation and virile creatures. But it was more beautiful. The light that shone was not from the sun or the moon. It was the glow of the Almighty that Job’s friend spoke of. It poured forth from Papa and seemed to swallow me up. Papa held my hands and led me down the paths green with righteousness. There was no shadow of doubt. There was no inkling of fear or worry. I was perfectly calm. I felt like Peter when Jesus held his hands and walked him back to the boat. Underneath the evergreen foliage of His presence we walked and talked. We talked about how He protected Ilo.

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Don’t Judge Me

“Judge not” (Matt 7:1) but “REPROVE, REBUKE, EXHORT with all longsuffering and doctrine” (2 Tim.4:2); “Wherefore REBUKE THEM SHARPLY, that they may be sound in the faith” (Tit1:13); “These things speak, and EXHORT, AND REBUKE WITH ALL AUTHORITY. Let no man despise thee” (Tit 2:15). “All scripture is given by inspiration of God, and IS PROFITABLE FOR DOCTRINE, FOR REPROOF, FOR CORRECTION, FOR INSTRUCTION IN RIGHTEOUSNESS: That the man of God may be perfect, throughly furnished unto all good works”. 2 Tim. 3:16. It is necessary therefore, to have a BALANCED UNDERSTANDING of the Word of God. Many ignorant “Christians” may want to run away with the Word of Christ, which says, “Judge not”, but you need to understand that there is a DIFFERENCE between judging and correcting. DON’T QUOTE “Judge not” to support your sinfulness, unrighteousness or prevent others from correcting or rebuking you for what you have done wrong. Don’t corrupt the Word of God or quote it

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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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To Yahweh

Dear Daddy First of all … I call you Daddy because you are my Father. Though many are ignorant of their Genesis, I revel in the Revelation of You as my Source. They put on their blue jeans, “fly” their collars in arrogance and forget the origin of their genes – but I won’t forget my creator. Some might think I am merely pontificating or attempting to appear like one with a speed dial to Heaven. In the ravishing romance of Romans Paul calls you ABBA. This is no counterfeit affection, no shabby attire traded on the streets of Aba. YOU are my DADDY. I am Charmed by your Majesty. My Spirit resonates with your Sweet Spirit. There is a collision of YOUR Divinity and my humanity. I yearn for more of YOU. Length of days are worthless without YOU, my El HANNORA (Awesome God). The night stars exude your glory. Just as the Jews on their Exodus from Egypt, they extol your

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For Damilare Babalola… I woke up empty today. Engulfed by my desires and seemingly insurmountable needs I have somehow lost sight of what it means to be alive. My struggle is endless. Each day drags me relentlessly to the house of my tormentor. With his steely gaze on my back he begins to flog me without flinching or remorse. But there is hope… Soon I will leave this job. Soon I will build my house. Soon I will become a source of joy and no longer the harbinger of sadness. Soon … because this morning I will touch the hem of His robe. I will place my withering fingers on the fringes of his shawl and I know I will be made whole. “And his disciples said unto him (brusquely, almost with sarcasm), thou seest the multitude thronging thee, and sayest thou, Who touched me?” – Mark 5:31 WHAT A QUESTION! You cannot ignore the audacity of such. Look at

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