WANDERING HEART

My heart is not the purest

I want to be the farthest

AMy flesh fights for interrupting its feed

Even though that's what my spirit needs.

I am the wiser

By drawing closer

To the Purifier

Of my often wander.

I may not identify

But constantly You clarify

Protecting your promise

To take me high.

My feet will always splatter

Throwing a spanner in my own works

But yet, You will forever

Bring me back to Bosom

Shielding like only I matter.

SHADOW OF LACK

Some days the events of my day contradicts your word,

And i begin to consent to the down-flow,

Then your word in me finds an outlet 

First in trickles,

Then like an untamed tide

You deliver reminders of who you are

And what you have accomplished for me

Sometimes it's just a word

Other times a phrase

Or a scripture

Pointing me to the Word that supersedes 

Every let down

Every lack

Every weakness

Every false start

Every contradiction

Then I profusely thank You

For leading me besides still waters

For feeding me through a raven at the brook

For letting me share bread and fish with 4999

For challenging everyone who wanted to stone me for adultery

For braving the cross

Your Word requires no validation

Even though our experiences are proofs

You are a stand-alone

All encompassing

Author and perfecter

And the in-between

So when i speak Your word

I am reminded

I am energized 

I am updated

I am 

As He is.

HITHER

I sense a call to a higher place

To come up hither 

A place of more

An unveiling of riches

A growth beyond my years

An attainment that few have dared

Teach me

Show me how

Quieten my spirit

That i can pick the faintest of scents

Bind my wandering heart

It is a defining moment

A divider of ranks

A separation from the mediocre

A season of quantum leaps

It is time for the supernatural

To do away with undulations

And perpetually soar

To heights designed for me

To the me i am meant to be

Author and Perfecter

All knowing

The Lion and the Lamb

My King

The I am that I am

My Creator

Help me.

 

MY WORDS ARE STILL FOR YOU

A review of our banters gone by

The effect of our exchange

The trickle of our frolic

And my heart rends

Then it quickly mends

Born of the urgency of a rebirth.

Selfish,i have been

Keeping our talks to myself

Forgetting that mine was a prayer of echoes

The ripple effect in my yearn

Forgive my lack of a-bigger-picture syndrome

My words are still for You

Forever my pen bleeds Jesus

Deeper will i dive

Coming up only to praise

I will tell of the many facets of You

And brag of the quality of Your genuineness 

I commit to share

Out of the abundance You have sowed

Holding back none

Spreading Your every word

Until hearts start melting

Legs come running

And men yielding in abandon

My words are still for You

My pen bleeds for only You

I am consecrated.