Paid and Named

Couple of failures,
You would think my mistakes married.
Little girl, New nameplate ‘Miss Carried’.
You can draw conclusions, from the way her eye lashes,
That she so hot she gave the streets heat rashes;
Na her work oh, the boys will tell stories.
Bunga-what?! She dey plot to build storeys
When she pass you, blame it on JAMB lesson
No be railway, she ha lost her home training
There was no bad gang, she was good alone.
Even the church people had said their own.
Father getting farther, wharris all dizz?
Poisonous music and movies became her mind’s meat.

But…

Bread of Life,
baked in the oven of a virgin
That good news, now we’re broadcasting
Peace came, and cut her the whole loaf.
IfeJesu, carved out the whole truth.

Yeah, she Nielly ran but Chinonso
Godswill is that the girl glow
That the air tell news of the truth you see
Ama cut CaP till an Alex slander me

Father Father, Nnannam oh
You reaped what I sow
I don’t have to bicycle.

Wait, Wait…

I don’t have to buy sickle.
No matter what hospital.
I will look em in eye shout ‘Horse spittle’
And they dull so they’ll miss it too
Enwekwam UbaAmara, ills are a small issue.

…Ills are a small issue.

In other news, back to Miss Carried.
Those her bad habits, they have seen harpic
Kids don’t come, now they calling her barren.
But her eyes on the Lord and the years passing.

…and the years passing.

Thirteen years, her belleh swelling.
All her friends say, ‘Bae, you are just adding.’
Already we know the story
Its Hannah and its my Auntie
The prayers we’ve forgotten
Are ripe for manifesting
I know that he’ll always hear me
Signed: Jesu Christi.
Through The  Niel.

#EVERYDAYJESUS is The One

Because #EVERYDAYJESUS is The One … Two or more ideas drop like fruits from the tree of Life four our five fingers to wrap around. He who six the Lord of Seven Spirits, and eight the bread of life and will find he doesn’t need nine lives or ten commandments…

I think the problem is people think I show myself,
But even books praise God sitting on a shelf.
Its not difficult to make a cult of words that follow.
Am sure someone understands. Raise your thumb if u follow.

The Word rings true like the font is an android.
We type, write rungs up the ladder of the Word

Its grace.

It greys death, till he’s old and ghost-faced.
And yes we’re all dead, call my bible ghost-faced!
I am hid in Christ, healthy, (no hide and sick)
Laughing at the devil, he’s the joke of the weak.

Threw my…block of burdens at God, God is my director.
He sighed, ‘Caught,’ once and made me a blockbuster.

Beginning of time, there’s only him B.C.
World’s greatest man, the next bests freely copy.
I am no me without him.
Time is vanity, (’cause he’s busy chasing A.D.)

Free!!

I was, he who the son set free,
In a Prison of freedom until he redefined me.
This is just practice, for us the new bees.
Its you in the Word, bibles are selfies!!

#EVERYDAYJESUS is resilience

The Message is as true among you today as when you first heard it. It doesn’t diminish or weaken over time. It’s the same all over the world. The Message bears fruit and gets larger and stronger, just as it has in you. From the very first day you heard and recognized the truth of what God is doing, you’ve been hungry for more.

Be assured that from the first day we heard of you, we haven’t stopped praying for you, asking God to give you wise minds and spirits attuned to his will, and so acquire a thorough understanding of the ways in which God works. We pray that you’ll live well for the Master, making him proud of you as you work hard in his orchard. As you learn more and more how God works, you will learn how to do your work. We pray that you’ll have the strength to stick it out over the long haul—not the grim strength of gritting your teeth but the glory-strength God gives. It is strength that endures the unendurable and spills over into joy, thanking the Father who makes us strong enough to take part in everything bright and beautiful that he has for us.

God rescued us from dead-end alleys and dark dungeons. He’s set us up in the kingdom of the Son he loves so much, the Son who got us out of the pit we were in, got rid of the sins we were doomed to keep repeating.

We look at this Son and see the God who cannot be seen. We look at this Son and see God’s original purpose in everything created. For everything, absolutely everything, above and below, visible and invisible, rank after rank after rank of angels—everything got started in him and finds its purpose in him. He was there before any of it came into existence and holds it all together right up to this moment. And when it comes to the church, he organizes and holds it together, like a head does a body.

He was supreme in the beginning and—leading the resurrection parade—he is supreme in the end. From beginning to end he’s there, towering far above everything, everyone. So spacious is he, so roomy, that everything of God finds its proper place in him without crowding. Not only that, but all the broken and dislocated pieces of the universe—people and things, animals and atoms—get properly fixed and fit together in vibrant harmonies, all because of his death, his blood that poured down from the cross.

You yourselves are a case study of what he does. At one time you all had your backs turned to God, thinking rebellious thoughts of him, giving him trouble every chance you got. But now, by giving himself completely at the Cross, actually dying for you, Christ brought you over to God’s side and put your lives together, whole and holy in his presence. You don’t walk away from a gift like that! You stay grounded and steady in that bond of trust, constantly tuned in to the Message, careful not to be distracted or diverted. There is no other Message—just this one. Every creature under heaven gets this same Message.

Is he a liar…or are you?

Is he a liar…or are you?

Sunday to Sunday we speak words we don’t hear we hear words that aren’t true…its pastor speaking, ‘bring those tithes or the eater eats it.’ We wan2 leave like Jesus but without the sinners, so we tell them ‘its sunday attendance,’ and then dance to songs that so negate the template of our confession….

‘Church’
Its a drama not a name again. Its a movie where we wear ourselves out with wears we wouldn’t wear all week, all weak. Camera! Lights! Actions that say ‘fear’ when scripts had wrote ‘faith’.

Like ‘Father bless this food; I don’t want to eat poison for the sake of manifestation’ and ‘Father, protect me on this night, don’t say I didn’t ask you.’

We praise God for Sickness and thank him for Death…

So Tell me Church,’Is God the thief or irresponsible?’ ‘Is he a liar…or are you?’

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.

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….

Who gave who’s life to who?

Christ a poet

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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