Friday, September 4, 2015


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.

Monday, July 6, 2015


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.

Wednesday, April 29, 2015


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.

Friday, April 17, 2015


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.