Just me as the writer, Just Him, God as the Creator, Just you as the reader. Just the three of us...
Saturday, 4 December 2010
Insane...
Times I look around and everyone seems hard faced
Forcing me to harden my face in confusion
Times I smile but some make their face even harder, probably thinking ‘is she ok?’
Yea I’m fine, just, according to you, a little insane
The thing is my sanity comes from the wisdom of the Most High
As the wisdom of the world is foolishness in the eyes of God
At times I walk and a laugh just bursts out
People stare and wonder where the nearest institution is
They think I’m insane
Well, yes I am, but not in the way you see it
I’m insane for the Big Man upstairs
I can look at trees and smile
I can look at a wall and whisper ‘thank you’
I can smile or even say hello at random
I can talk but with no one physically there to listen
All which you think makes me insane
So yes world I’m insane
I’m insane for God
When I see a tree and smile, it’s because no matter how big it gets it can never be as big as Him
When I look at my wall and whisper a ‘thank you’, I believe that my delivery to the King is sharpish
When I smile or even say hello to you at random, that’s just me trying to show the smallest fraction of God’s love
When I talk and you think there’s no one there, believe Someone is. Jehovah is.
So yes world, I do things out of your normalities
I don’t see the world as the be all and end all
I don’t hang my head low just to blend in with the majority
Neither do I agree that there is no God and that you just somehow came into existence
So in your eyes, I’m insane
However, these things do not qualify me for the institutions that you have to offer
The institution I need and dream to get to is Heaven
So world please don’t try to stop me or what you call my insanity
It’s part of what I need to qualify me for my dream institution
Tuesday, 30 November 2010
My pen...
My pen defines me as the ink rolls past the ball and onto the paper
As my pen hits the paper working through the next piece
My emotions are released and my tensions are relieved
My pen defines me because it peeps behind the veil that my flesh holds up and writes from the heart
The roller ball rolls and rolls and rolls deeper and deeper till it hits a nerve
Forcing out the very deeper side of me
My pen defines me in ways no man could
It opens me up and pours out the real me charismatically complimenting the paper that receives me
My pen defines me and my God flowing with the ink of anointing
Forming the best possible sentences to give a glimpse of the Most High
My pen defines me because with each word it writes it unfolds a different side of me...
Hands...
Look at your hands. Is there anywhere your right hand goes where your left does not follow? Is there a time where your right hand will try to lift something beyond its capacity where the left hand will not come in handy? At times its like your left hand is not there but it is, especially when you need it most. Just like God. He's the left hand and we stand as our right hand, handling things, carrying things but we tend to forget that the left hand is also there to help. There are times when we feel by ourselves even though we are surrounded by many. However, God is there like your left hand is. He's there to help, there to carry those things that are too heavy to carry alone and simply just to be your companion. He may not be here physically but He is always always always there when you need Him. Sometimes we just need to use our left hand (the helping hand) a little more rather than leaving it there dormant whilst our right hand is trying to do everything for itself. We need to acknowledge God just a little bit more and then we will find that He never left us but in effect we left Him out...
Mistakes...
In this life that we live, we are bound to make mistakes and sometimes some mistakes are bigger to us than others. However, to God, sin is sin and there is no level of ranking (Romans 3:21-26). The one thing to remember is that you can always go back to God...the biggest mistake you can make is becoming subject to the mistake you made. Allowing yourself to become a victim to guilt is the worst thing because God is there with open arms waiting for you to just get back up, learn from it and keep it moving. Donnie McClurkin’s song, ‘We Fall Down’ comprises this saying that ‘a saint is just a sinner who fell down but got up’. Whatever you have done does not make you less of a Christian; neither does it put you below the rest, it simply means that you fell and you need to get up with a repenting heart. Nothing more, nothing less. Satan wants you to believe that the world must stop and you have no place, neither any right to even call on the name of Jesus BUT in Proverbs 24:16 it says ‘for a righteous man may fall seven times and rise again’. Isaiah 44:22 clearly states ‘I have blotted out, like a thick cloud, your transgressions, and like a cloud, your sins. Return to Me, for I have redeemed you’. Even Jesus specifically says in Matthew 12:31 ‘every sin and blasphemy will be forgiven’, so who, based on the Scriptures, can ever tell you that you cannot come back to God? Answer, no one. Numbers 23:19 says that ‘God is not a man, the He should lie, nor a son of man that He should repent. Has he said, and will He not do? Or has He spoken, and will He not make it good?’ and Isaiah 55:11 says ‘So shall my word be that goes forth from My mouth; it shall not return to Me void, but it shall accomplish what I please, and it shall prosper in the thing that I have sent it’. This basically showing us that God is not a liar and when He says something, so shall it be. So when you make a mistake just remember that God IS waiting there for you to redeem you and put you back in line with Him as long as you repent. Never, ever, let ANYBODY neither yourself tell you otherwise...
Forgiveness...
Lord, give me the heart of forgiveness
Crush my heart of stone
And mould me a heart of flesh that beats with forgiveness
Restore in me the ability to forgive man for their wrongdoing
Enable me to forget the deepest and most painful acts done against me
Give me the heart of forgiveness
Not partially, but fully
So my heart can beat for longer with forgiveness circulating my entire body
Crush my heart of stone
And mould me a heart of flesh that beats with forgiveness
Restore in me the ability to forgive man for their wrongdoing
Enable me to forget the deepest and most painful acts done against me
Give me the heart of forgiveness
Not partially, but fully
So my heart can beat for longer with forgiveness circulating my entire body
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