Monday, August 5, 2013

FIRST THINGS FIRST


First things first
I wait to hear
Inclining to the Master's voice
Daily He speaks
Yet i tarry
Hoping my day is here

'Tired 'doesn't even describe
I'm at my wits end
I know better than to run
Before the starter gun blares
False starts haven't gotten me anywhere
Just back to the beginning

Standing on one spot
Brings despair
A loaded cannon going nowhere
Seemingly equipped for the long haul
Apparently not by the Master's declare
Sadly the world doesn't understand
Difference in life's compere

Axe sharpening at lent 
Afraid that trees will be extinct
Before my day comes
Sometimes i wonder if i've got it wrong
But my insides testify otherwise

I yearn for the peace that comes with the terrain
But somedays the discomfort stirs 
I'm warmed up
My hand stretched backward
Eagerly waiting for the baton
So i can run my bit 
And affect my crowd
Knowing my race i ran
Not to a false finish line.
    

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

ZECHARIAH 2: The Restoration of James

Desolate i stood
Scattered by many winds
Drinking from the cups of others
Wondering if i'll ever see my 'Jerusalem'
Praying and waiting
Scanning the horizon
Sniffing the air for the rains
Like He said he would
At the fullness of time
He showed
With a tape he measured anew
Enlarging my territories
Yet they burst at the seams
Overflowing with more than i'll ever need
He became a wall of fire around me
And the glory in my midst
Those who plundered me
Came running back with compound interest
Begging to associate
They didn't know that when poked at my  eyes
They were touching Yours
Praise God!
For He is risen
To restore and enlarge
To inhabit my praise!  

Monday, June 7, 2010

A DREAMER

With a mind like Yours,
I tend to drift,
Vivid I picture,
Detailed I concoct,
Real enough that I can touch,
A haven,
A window into possibilities,
An orifice of destiny,
A jolt of fresh strength,
A hopeful tomorrow,
A leeway,
Honored for Your ability in me,
As I dream on,
Bring them to fruition.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

EASTER

THE END OF A JOURNEY.
The rivulets ran down Your cheeks,
The hour was near,
Your divinity was about to abandon You,
So you could pay for a crime you didn’t commit,
As your traitor put his lips to You,
They snatched You,
You let them believe they were in control,
A fixed trial precedes,
To Golgotha they dragged You,
Mocking and whipping,
Your skin a mangle of ripped flesh,
Blood flowing without restraints,
Your face showed Your pain,
Your heart snickered,
To them the end was near,
To You a beginning was here,
Propped up,
Spread out like hide,
Feet smashed and pierced through,
Hands numb and throbbing,
Straddled with every iniquity ever invented,
Your eyes are glued to the Father,
Fulfillment is building in Your chest,
As strength desert You,
The angels watch tear-eyed,
Your Fathers heart caves in,
Time pauses as breath oozes out of You.
Life seizes to be as we know it.

THE BEGINNING OF LIFE…..
Sentries at alert at the tomb,
While rebirth was being stewed,
The devil should have just let You be,
You are back, bigger and best,
Death has been robbed of its sting,
The end has been reconstructed to a transition,
The veil has been ripped,
The scales have fallen off,
Bloods have mixed,
We have been ransomed,
Rest is ours,
Our slates are brand new,
Your many names come to play,
Our boldness has tripled,
The angels have broke out in a dance,
Gods face is lit up in megawatts,
Time cowers as You give us life anew,
Death seizes to be as we know it.

Monday, February 22, 2010

WITH ALL THAT I AM

Praises gushing out of me with gusto,
Telling of how you’ve never failed me,
Showing that walking with you delivers,
As we prayed it,
You gave it,
It toyed in my subconscious,
And it was on my plate,
My faith in leaps and bounds,
And all I did was check our previous dealings,
Your paper trail is evident,
Your cheques are as good as cash,
If You say it, You run to effect it,
Habitually You show,
Cleaning house as You pass by,
Leaving everything better than You met it,
Glorious God!
Rock steady Father!
Flawless King!
Reliable friend!
I praise You with the full strength of my lungs,
Only because You deserve

Thursday, January 28, 2010

JOURNEYING TOWARDS ME

I’m on a journey,
Searching for who I am,
My perception of me is erroneous in parts,
Expectations I’ve set I shockingly find out I’m not meeting,
I thought I had it all figured out,
That the road was charted,
The GPS would get me there as planned,
My jaw keeps dropping as I surprise myself repeatedly,
There are things I must accept I can’t handle by myself,
Some, running away will solve,
Others I’m prepared to lose blood for,
My expectations are sky high,
Far away from what reality obtains,
I want life to be calculated,
But new turns, blocks are invented at a moments notice,
I fear that I might fail God and my loved ones,
That I may wake someday and be were I didn’t purchase a ticket to,
I’m the most optimistic,
Yet daily life enervates me,
I’m sad,
Then I’m happy,
Then I hit rock bottom with springs in my shoes,
Unable to attain consistency,
Craving permanent shelter amongst the stars,
Hating the downward drop,
I come to you only because you are my source,
You wrote the manual,
You keyed in the codes,
I need help,
I need You,
You are all that I’ve got,
The only one who won’t turn me back cos of my incessant flaws,
Let me sit on your laps,
Direct me to the me that delights You,
It important that I get it right,
Help me Father.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

MAKING OF A CLASSIC

When it rains, it pours,
Twilight,
Or is it Aurora?
Season 7, episode 21of ‘if it tarries’
Yet the plot thickens,
I must be all that,
For all these to beleaguer,
The shutters of my eyes quiver,
A song stirs in my spirit,
It’s on continuous play,
It stays till I’m comforted,
I summon courage for yet another day,
Around the corner is near,
The fragrance called ‘victory’ is stuck in my nostrils,
The goose flesh testifies,
Its time,
My inheritance in installments,
In step with my King,
Rhythm in our sync,
The cheer of my Father,
The dance of my Mother,
The village square theatricals,
A son’s sojourn has yielded bountifully,
Purpose has been achieved,
Only because I am a bosom friend,
Of the Author,
And the Finisher,
And we took every step of the journey together.