Praying this Morning…

Father, Lord, you have searched me [thoroughly] and have known me. You know my downsitting and my uprising; You understand my thought afar off. You sift and search out my path and my lying down, and You are acquainted with ALL my ways.

There is not a word in my tongue [even still unuttered], that You, Lord, do not know altogether. You have beset me and shut me in—behind and before, and You have laid Your hand upon me.

Your [infinite] knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is high above me, I cannot reach it.

Where could I go from Your Spirit? Or where could I flee from Your presence?

If I ascend up into heaven, You are there; if I make my bed in Sheol (the place of the dead), behold, You are there. If I take the wings of the morning or dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, even there Your hand would lead me, and Your right hand hold me.

If I say, “The darkness will cover me and the night will be [the only] light about me, even the darkness hides nothing from You, but the night shines as the day; the darkness and the light are both alike to You.

You did form my inward parts; You did knit me together in my mother’s womb.

I will confess and praise You for You are fearful and wonderful and for the awful wonder of my birth! Wonderful are Your works, and that my inner self knows right well.

My frame was not hidden from You when I was being formed in secret [and] intricately and curiously wrought [as if embroidered with various colors] in the depths of the earth [a region of darkness and mystery].

Your eyes saw my unformed substance, and in Your book all the days [of my life] were written before ever they took shape, when as yet there was none of them.

How precious and weighty also are Your thoughts to me, O God! How vast is the sum of them!

If I could count them, they would be more in number than the sand. When I awoke, [could I count to the end] I would still be with You.

Search me [thoroughly], O God, and know my heart! Try me and know my thoughts! And see if there is any wicked or hurtful way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.

This is the covenant that you made with me: ‘I will imprint My laws upon their minds, even upon their innermost thoughts and understanding, and engrave them upon their hearts; and I will be their God, and they shall be My people.’

Therefore, only goodness, mercy, and unfailing love follows me all the days of my life, and through the length of my days I remain a house of the Lord [and His presence]. The grace (favor and spiritual blessing) of the Lord Jesus Christ and the love of God and the presence and fellowship (the communion and sharing together, and participation) in the Holy Spirit is with me and you all.

EVERYDAY JESUS is the way.

Em… I don’t think I can say this too…much.

Although no prophecy of Scripture is [a matter] of any personal or private or special interpretation (loosening, solving)(2Peter1:20), Every Scripture is God-breathed (given by His inspiration) and profitable for instruction, for reproof and conviction of sin, for correction of error and discipline in obedience, [and] for training in righteousness (in holy living, in conformity to God’s will in thought, purpose, and action), So that the man of God may be complete and proficient, well fitted and thoroughly equipped for every good work.(2Timothy3:16)

You are that ‘man of God’!!!

Lean on, trust in, and be confident in the lord with all your heart and mind and do not rely on your own insight or understanding. In all your ways know, recognize, and acknowledge Him, and He will direct and make straight and plain your paths. Be not wise in your own eyes; reverently fear and worship the Lord and turn [entirely] away from evil.(Proverbs 3:5-7)

In case you think ‘evil’ is ambiguous or even overt, know this; This is the work (service) that God asks of you: that you believe in the One Whom He has sent [that you cleave to, trust, rely on, and have faith in His Messenger]. (John 6:29), whatever does not originate and proceed from faith is sin [whatever is done without a conviction of its approval by God is sinful].(Romans 14:23).

So before you eat up them quotes and inspirational snacks…Ask yourself…

Would Jesus agree?

We are

Okay, first of all … I am eternal. I would have said ‘we’ but I’ve learnt to be careful about accusing other people of their own immortality… I am eternal, and I have an offer for you.

God has given us himself, not to be hidden on a shelf and dusted off on Sunday but to purify us from death, not to be killed by self but dusted off as sons; day to day, he invites us to say, and know!! Yes …we are eternal.

I want to tell you tales of how I chased tails, and I mean females, but what ails me to spell well about is the fact that we are sleeping walking. While lullabies of ‘May God bless you’ are repeated like broken records, we fix our pupils on the flesh and let men leads us whose lids are shut by pointless efforts of trying to ‘get rich or die trying’. 

I am he who gives you the power to make wealth, says the Lord of Lords.

God has given us himself, not to be hidden on a shelf and dusted off on Sunday but to purify us from death not to be killed by self but dusted off as sons; day to day he invites us to say, and know! Yes… we are eternal.

There was once a rich man whose servants were off in other lands busy with businesses that were to bring their master more wealth. He had provided to reward richly the ones who were most profitable.

But the servants ran their businesses into debt and had to go into slavery to pay their debts. But the rich man had a plan, he told it to one man; and sent hints of it to his servants in slavery…

The son of the rich man was sent to lend a hand to the enslaved servants, but they didn’t recognize him so they grabbed and gave him to their creditor who recognized him and was only too happy to sign the deal.

Now, free, the servants wandered about afraid to return to their master while the son served their sentence in the creditors den…but then, the son of the rich man, like his father, was a business genius and 3 years later, from being a slave, the son took over the creditor’s business.

The servants were all gathered in one place one day when the Son walked up of them. They were afraid, but he calmed them, ‘it was all part of the plan to free you from your creditor and take over the creditors business so he would never enslave you that way again. My father sent me to tell you he’s adopting you as his children. I will be your brother if you accept his invitation.’

The servants were overjoyed, because as children of the rich man they would be entitled to all his wealth. They’d never work another day.

‘No’, the son said, ‘Go into all the world and tell the good news of what my father has done; through me to prove his offer’.

God has given us himself not to be hidden on a shelf and dusted off on Sunday but to purify us from death and not to be killed by self but dusted off as sons day to day He invites us to say , to know, yes… we are eternal.

The simplicity of this analogy leaves me living with one thing left to leave before I leave. I offer you, God offers you the offer to offer your body as a living sacrifice to be joined to him as one spirit… and don’t think like the world wants you to, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind so that you can prove what is that perfect, good and acceptable will of God …who given us the ministry of reconciliation, and all things needed for life and godliness, and all spiritual blessings in heavenly places…

There are no blessings in heaven for you… because, God has given us himself not to be hidden on a shelf and dusted off on Sunday but to purify us from death and not to be killed by self but dusted off as sons day to day he invites us, to say, to know, yes!… we are eternal.

If you accept his offer, you can bless someone today! By saying it, knowing it … remind them, surprise them, say to them, ‘we are eternal’. Because Everyday, Jesus is.

Forgiven

Don’t look at me
Don’t! Please!
My sins are written,
Like chalk on a board
They stand,
Against the wall of my righteousness,
Contrasting with my peace.
Please don’t look at me.
GOD will never forgive me.

I saw opportunities to run,
To flee,
I could have walked free,
Now my reflection points,
At me, accusations.
Like swords set to sink sewers
Into my self sufficient confidence.
I…didn’t flee from evil.
I joined and frolicked in it.
Pleasure took hold of my eyes
Yet I was not so blind
I magnified
delight above The Light.
And so I lost the fight.
I lied, I stole, I fornicated,
God will never forgive me.

You must be feeling sorry for me.

That’s interesting.

In case you think
Ah! I didn’t lie or cheat or steal.
I didn’t fornicate! For real!
Allow me to reintroduce myself
I am human like you
The truth is there are
A lot of Ways to Sin
It doesn’t matter which you’re in.
There are no white lies
No good criminals or legal bribes.
Yes, already you know,
God will never forgive you.

Maybe you’re a devout person
You’ve never played with treason.
You fast and tithe, in good season;
You washed your mouth with Klin.
But you missed one tithe payment;
Or broke a fast early by a minute.
Or You thought deep in your heart
‘I’ll be kinder when I’m a bit richer.’
Don’t think God is from Asia
He won’t forgive sin just like that
So if you’ve never shed blood
And done the rites for your sins
Then you will die and be damned
GOD will never forgive you.

But as I sit, stained by my idiocy
I hear speaking to me gently.
The lashes,
They bled and pulsed with dread.
The Thorns,
They dug beneath his scalp,
creating the craziest head-ache.
The Nails,
They pinned him to logs of wood,
One stuck out of a ticklish place
Turning pleasant giggles
To searing pain.
His Father watched in silence,
Angel Armies standing and staring.

No matter how many times
You ask GOD for his forgiveness
Without Jesus…
You might have to get a lamb.
Maybe more than one.
Else GOD will never forgive you.

Don’t look at me
Don’t! Please!
My sins are written,
Like chalk on a board
They stand,
Against the wall of my righteousness,
Contrasting with my peace.
So I choose to face my peace
My name is written,
Like a gem in Gold,
It sits,
In the palm of his righteousness.
Please don’t look at me.
Look at him!

And you others like me
Who look to Jesus,
Who believe that he died and rose,
And is coming back for you.
Listen to the Spirit of Jesus
As he whispers in your heart
He won’t speak English,
Or Hausa or Yoruba or Igbo or Edo,
But you’ll see what he’s saying
Because his own hear his voice.
When sin trips you, get up.
You’re dead to sin, don’t die in it.
When you feel guilty, remember;

GOD WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU…BECAUSE HE ALREADY HAS.

#EVERYDAYJESUS is your justification.

Cinematic

Hello ‘F.R.I.E.N.D.S’,

I have that feeling one gets when they’re ‘home alone’ and like ‘The Flash’ power flickers and is ‘Taken 2’. That’s a norm in Nigeria though, so many know this feeling well.

Real Christians shouldn’t ‘Bleach’ at the sound of darkness.

But again I’m monologuing in the ‘House’ that is ‘Once upon a Time…’ You see Truth when God says, ‘Let it Shine.’

It doesn’t matter if ‘The Devil wears Prada’, it matters that he is filled with hateful ‘Obsession’ that makes him whisper to every Christian, ‘He’s not that into you’.

And by you I mean ‘Her’, ‘The Church’ who all spark ‘Transformers’ to become ‘Titanic’; Dying to ‘Sin City’ and passing ‘The Exam’ that is The Law.

His job is to accuse ‘Heroes’ and ‘Stitch’ ‘A Thousand Words’ in misrepresentation of ‘The Lion King’, ‘Son of God’, ‘The Matrix’ of ‘Life as we know it’.
But should I have said ‘As we ought to know ‘It’?’

In life’s ‘Game of Thrones’ … God’s is ‘The Kingdom’ that will always win…wait..that has always won.

All of us looked up at him and said, ‘I can do bad all by myself’ but ‘His Royal Highness’ chose us among ‘The Avengers’ of Love to each be a ‘Shooter’ of words not containing merely ‘The Sound of Music’ but containing ‘The Giver’ of Life…

They call our ministry of pure ‘Grace’ a ‘Mission Impossible’… But he redefined ‘The Quantum of Solace’ by choosing not to simply let us ‘Die Another Day’… He made ‘Abraham’ a promise and ‘The Spirit’ is the fulfilment of that promise… Through the ‘Passion of the Christ’ and his ‘Resurrection’, God gave ‘Salvation’ to ‘The Good, The Bad and The Ugly’…

‘Noah’ didn’t see this coming… ‘David’ probably did… But here we are… And when we do ‘Good Deeds’ now its not to be approved but show ourselves approved… We know our ‘Final Destination’…

But if you’re asking yourself, ‘Why did I get married 2’ the ‘Maze runner’ that is The Law?

‘The Thing’ is … This is a ‘War of Worlds’… And ‘Faith’ is the currency that gets you the ‘Lottery Ticket’ that is ‘The Spirit’… He never devalues or loses value.

But instead of naming movies till ‘Movie 43’, Let me put it more simply:

God so greatly loved and dearly prized the world that He [even] gave up His only begotten (unique) Son, so that whoever believes in (trusts in, clings to, relies on) Him shall not perish (come to destruction, be lost) but have eternal (everlasting) life.

For God did not send the Son into the world in order to judge (to reject, to condemn, to pass sentence on) the world, but that the world might find salvation and be made safe and sound through Him.

He who believes in Him [who clings to, trusts in, relies on Him] is not judged [he who trusts in Him never comes up for judgment; for him there is no rejection, no condemnation—he incurs no damnation]; but he who does not believe (cleave to, rely on, trust in Him) is judged already [he has already been convicted and has already received his sentence] because he has not believed in and trusted in the name of the only begotten Son of God. [He is condemned for refusing to let his trust rest in Christ’s name.]

The [basis of the] judgment (indictment, the test by which men are judged, the ground for the sentence) lies in this: the Light has come into the world, and people have loved the darkness rather than and more than the Light, for their works (deeds) were evil.

Now, ‘This is the End’; I hope you let all that Word ‘Step up’, ‘Jump in’ and ‘Stomp the Yard’ in Your heart. Because when its ‘Rush Hour’ and The ‘Pacific Rim’ or ‘The World is not enough’ to contain your doubts or guilt, you must not be ‘The Devil’s Advocate’ and meet your ‘Death at a funeral’.

He did ‘Die Hard’ so we may live. He went to the ‘Underworld’ so we should experience and not just say, ‘Heaven is Real’. Its not some ‘Silent Hill’, or ‘The Back-up plan’ for our accommodation after a ‘Prison Break’ from this ‘Body of Lies’. No Its got more ‘Sugar’ than an ’American Pie’, and God is Love and Love never fails so this is not the remix.

Real Christians shouldn’t ‘Scream’ at the sound of darkness. But then I might be saying all this because ‘I’m in love with a Church girl’… You don’t have to trust me, ‘Now you see me’ through my words. You can see Jesus, see God, the same way. How?

‘Get hard’ on your Bible, its Cinematic.
#AllHailTheKing

Law to Grace

He shed his glory suit
He loved his targeted spree,
He reeked of shame and disguise
And like a tree,he came as one.

As mortal spirit
His blood,mixed with water
He called his mission his food,
For mortals he wanted eternally.

While he came tied to humans,
First cord sprang from woman.
His origin we couldn’t fathom.
His vision,to work our change.

Man to mystery,slave to son,law to grace.
In prison floors of freedom
He made us without sin
Though it flocks around as air.

All he came,all he left, was for me,
Thirty nine strokes took all disease
Yet, Man he healed turned to flee
When his time came,he turned a loner.

The vertical and horizontal lines in agreement,formed a stage for his torn flesh.
A pillar set on a hill,
That bore my mortality.

I can love like you will
I can go all over like u please
I can do all this in you
Because you gave me heaven’s treasure.
The Holy Spirit in me.

Never forsaking me
Because he fore-knew me
Never condemning me
Because His is my righteousness.
Man to mystery,slave to son,
Law to grace….

The Dance

He:
Till then… We dance
With the feet of our fingers
Across the dancefloor of imagination.
Follow me to the past
Let the walls drape
With our version of events
Sniff the food
We cooked with our eyes
As our finger sat,
Sheathed in our caution
You don’t know
You know the moves…
But I know the body that is your soul…
So take my hand… Trust my words
Dance with me…let time be our music…
And love be our distance
Swirl with me to a night
When there was only me and you
On some porcelain dancefloor
Jumping in slow motion…
Not because there’s no air… No…
We float because we are light enough
Light enough to burn each other with wordless emotion…
Yet heavy enough to be grounded by identity.
We are who we are… Not what we want
Jump!
Are you smiling yet…

She:
As scared as I am to take the next step
I will trust you to catch me
I know am gonna fall

He:
Let me wrap you with family
So that the faces you see
All have eyes that adore you
They don’t know you like I do…
But they’re patient…Yours forever…
Watching you dance, watching us dance
Through our memories, through our moments…
Forever.
Now that you know the song…
Sing with me…Say something…
Anything…

She:
Now I’m drifting,
It doesn’t matter what song is playing
I can’t hear it
Your whispers are loud
Loud enough for me to realize
Your mouth isn’t even moving

He:
My words are yours…

She:
And mine yours…

He:
Our minds soup together
As our thoughts synchronize…
With the music

She:
But you’re wrong
No music for me
Even though I can feel the bass on the floor
Your eyes are singing the song my mind is playing

He:
Can you hear me? Look into my eyes…
Dangerous, isn’t it? To be so close

She:
And yet I hear nothing
I can see and feel you
Somehow my other senses are dull

He:
I know what you want…perhaps its time…
I blink…
And for a moment, all you know is my heartbeat…
Thumping somewhere in your soul
Like a continuously imploding bomb..
Its hot.. Yet you’re not burning… Not yet
Each thump sends my fingers…
A thousand of them…
Dancing across your soul
Its dark… The only light is within you…
Thumping.. Our hearts are awake…
My eyes tell the truth… You know
So you look…
And I draw you closer…closer…closer
Light surrounds you
You’re on fire…but the heat doesn’t hurt…
Its a longing…Its a sound

She:
I don’t trust your eyes, You should know
It’s like a vast sea
An
When I look,
I feel like I’m falling into an abyss
Pitch black
Yes it’s dangerous
But I’m not scared
I see the light somewhere within
The heat somewhere

He:
Do you want to wake up…
Or will you look into my eyes?
Again?

She:
I’d rather step back
This time I want to be in control
Its harder when you do d things you do
I can’t leave that way

He:
Yours is the song…your words are mine

She:
Now the song has ended
But I never heard a note of it
All this twirling has left me light-headed

He:
You dance like a petal caught in the wind…
Alive.
Beautiful

She:
I was led by the best

He:
Wake up!!!

IN THE STILL OF THE NIGHT ( By Odaniel)

In the still of the night while I seat on my rocking chair
I had this thought flash through my mind like a movie
One of many movies I partly acted in ignorance
Deeds done that seemingly disheartens

In the memories of memories I am lost in pains
Thinking to myself I could have done things better
In a glance, I stare on, looking at my flaws
Flaws I have to go through pains correcting

In truth I am one of a kind to have a way out
Not everyone is given a second chance to make things right
In the real sense, here is another opportunity to redecorate
I will make full use of it and rewrite history

In two three years’ time, I will be standing in awe at my exploits
I won’t repeat mistakes of the past but will improve
I will put in whatever it takes so as to achieve my goals
Amazing success awaits those who both hard and smart work

in my street, while I was still a kid I still remember the old folks
the memories of their intellectual discourses still ring in my ear
they often talked about the importance of right thinking and
the power of hard work, I grew up to know smart work is better

smart working makes you even employ hard workers
Mr Robert K. once explained why A students work for Cs
In no doubt he is right, many a people have been earned good grades in schools
I see them on the streets with ropes on their necks begging to be tied somewhere secure

Every night they seek for themselves a quiet place to think life through
Tomorrow I will do it better but the day to do it better never came
I for one will not fall such victim again, lessons are learnt already and am set
I am so set for greater things ahead that I am done regretting

I am full of excitement now for I know destiny calls
I know better what to do to make things happen the way I want them to
Enough of guess saying, this time I am taking the bull by the horn
Never again will I be an extra in my own movie

The world get set to celebrate my exceptionality
I know my identity and will proudly showcase it to the world
I am the son of the God of gods and I rule over all situations of life
The world is at my mercy, I take of life whatever my heart desires

I am out to touch lives and make them better than I met them
I am passing though this place and time is running fast
Though time runs out of control for many, I am the pilot of mine
Nothing is impossible; all I see is I’ll Make it Possible

So as the still of the night now turns dawn
I am fully set for the new phase of my life
Eventful, awesome and divinely amazing
My Father never sleeps and His spirit is ever with me

The world shall marvel at my wisdom come to learn at my feet
Not to my glory Lord but for your praises alone
I am ready to be used of you Lord as the pen in the writer’s hand
Use me for your purpose as I open up my eyes to the dawning of a new phase.

Who gave who’s life to who?

Christ a poet

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You have not chosen Me, but I have chosen you and I have appointed you [I have planted you], that you might go and bear fruit and keep on bearing, and that your fruit may be lasting [that it may remain, abide], so that whatever you ask the Father in My Name [as presenting all that I Am], He may give it to you.

No one is able to come to Me unless the Father Who sent Me attracts and draws him and gives him the desire to come to Me, and [then] I will raise him up [from the dead] at the last day.

This is what I command you: that you love one another.

And this command (charge, order, injunction) we have from Him…

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A Nigerian Wedding Reception

Look at these people
Even with a microphone and a crowd,
No one is ever where they’re called to be.
The bored guests reply incitement with elastic necks
The MC need not be an artist to draw attention.

What are they spraying?
Oh, air freshener in the open!
Next they’ll…there it is!
Airborne Naira notes reach futilely for dignity
As they fall amidst the sweating bodies.

This is a Nigerian Wedding reception,
And most of us, I especially, count down to the Refreshments.

I wait, to capture craze…like this sudden shift of honorarium to the Traditional Head,
And this Baker discussing the cake’s colors like she created a masterpiece.

People try to take pictures of everything…
There is almost no difference between a rich and not-so-rich wedding…
Except quality and comfort, and both on the guests.
The confusion and comfort of the couple and MC is constant.

Now the couple is being watched by everyone as they dance…
They’d wanted to do this all along and society didn’t allow it?
Money is sent swimming through the air again and food causes quarrels.
Yes, I just joined the toast…with a clan of empty cups.

Wait… Don’t blame me for sitting and watching,
None of this isn’t spilled milk now.
Aha! They’re fighting at the food corner…reason? I bet the food is gone.
I am certain the couple’s hunger is a bottomless pit.

All the young in the place get to test moves on the band.
Where is this cake? And how will the Traditional Head finish a cooler of food?
Some people who share my disapproval begin a fight in front of everyone.
A hawker saunters across the event.

Regardless of the state of affairs,
People line up to offer gifts and leave,
Love permeates the air,
Even as the women leader starts a fight of her own.
I guess I sat just outside cake season.

So…turns out there’s a lot of food;
Just rice scarcity…disaster of nuclear proportion.