This is not a drill!
Entirely random thought, but I just realised I’ve never had to use that phrase before in real life!!
Anyway, I’ve got a companion post for The Big X photo gallery I recently posted in the works but whilst that’s on the conveyor belt I wanted to share a video with you from an event I literally just got back from.
I had the pleasure of ministering at The Grace Convention which was organised by Emmanuel Danso Ministries, it was a great event and Emmanuel really shared some powerful thoughts on the Bible, and religion, and the true meaning of Grace, and I’m sure everyone in attendance was blessed. I know I was!! Continue reading We are Poems
In offering a rebuttal to the popular ideal Money May (Floyd Mayweather) asks, “How about you just don’t get hit?”
Whilst this proved to be an effective approach for the 49 – 0 pound for pound best boxer in a generation; Life tends to have significantly better aim.
Personally, I think Rocky got it right, you will never be smart enough, cautious enough, or just outright lucky enough (I don’t even believe in luck but that’s a discussion for another post ) to totally avoid hardship in life.
So when Life hits and it hits hard, what are you going to do?
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“My God’s an Arsonist
think slips on fire on your head,
Blow torch lobotomist
A mind renewed by what is read,
He is a Botonist
bare fruit when life has real effect
Zombie apocalypse
His Kid, He raised us from the dead!”
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In the moments before his lips ever lied
before his tongue ever tried, twisting truth
before his teeth tore through, forbidden fruit,
before Adam realised, he’d bitten of much more than he could chew
having ignored God’s advice and taking of the tree of knowledge of Good and evil
I’ve started far too many a poem this way,
where I’d say;
Most people think I’m actually more white than red, gold, and green
It surprises many to hear me speak in Twi
yet I’m far too black for the union Jack
And I mean absolutely nothing Racist by that,
but that I stand out in the countryside,
and have granny’s clutch purses, tighter than their gym trips would provide,
Is a fact.
in saying these things
it’s evident my identity can no longer be confined to my skin Keep Reading!
From the smallest seed,
the greatest tree,
yet burial and planting are often similes
so death precedes,
awesome beauty.
Shall I have to die?
is that characterized,
By the tears that congregate in the pews of my eyes,
each time I get hurt it’s Sunday,
or the fears that haunt my nights like a hardworking Ghost
robbing me of rest, as though it clocks the hours I couldn’t sleep for payday.
I seek to grow,
through the feeding of proteins to my muscles,
through the daily grind of a boring hustle,
through the scales of dragons and the feathers of chickens that I rustle,
I seek to grow,
Through the acquisition of knowledge,
through the understanding of each message,
as the evidence of time’s passage,
I seek to grow.
But to what end?
what consequence shall my growth avail,
shall I be a better friend,
Shall I be able to sail,
through life, and through it’s storms,
through success and through failure
smooth seas, after all, never made a good sailor
but in seeking growth, and then in growing,
maybe one day I shall be,
growing into,what the universe conspired as, my destiny,
which brings me to He,
for in my nature and through His nurturing,
I believe there is an underlying design
of a man, and I’m growing up,hopeful, that I someday fit that outline.
God has a precise depiction of what a perfect man is
and it’s transformation from my imperfection, to that definition that I’m desiring,
beyond the fear of missing heaven,
is a need to be like Jesus,
that is the true measure of what metamorphic growth is!
I simply want to be transformed
to be reborn
to be renewed
to be made new
in His image and likeness
to Have God say, I Like this,
To have Him smile when He notices
what I have grown up to be.
So here’s my plea:
life may sometimes give me lemons,
and I may not have the culinary skill to make lemonade,
and experience is a cruel teacher ,that gives a test first and the lesson in the following days,
but out of all of this let this one statement be true in my eulogy:
That I grew into a good man and that they saw Christ in me.
“Preach the Gospel at all times and when necessary use words.”
Francis of Assis
You can’t tell from today’s smile,
that last night bore witness to tears,
and tomorrow withholds fears,
awaiting just the right moment to scream out “SURPRISE!”
The truth can’t always be told from one’s eyes.
You can’t tell from a man’s chest,
that the heart it protects is broken.
Whether quiet or outspoken,
don’t you dare judge a person by just whatever you might see,
don’t assume to know a man,
till you’ve held his hand,
felt the tremble of one too weak to stand,
and if you’ve ever the chance to do this,
then do it like it was your life depending on finding that good Samaritan as one day it very well could be!
Bear in mind, YOU are the only Bible most folk will ever read!
So share your story.
let them see Job in you losing your job,
and David’s passion in your preferred way of Praising or in when your own sin tends to make you sob.
Let them see peace in you even when you’ve no understanding of how the situation will be resolved.
Let them say things like; “You’re way too nice!”
‘cos they’ll only be saying that ‘cos they know not to say; “You’re way too Christ like!”
cos they don’t know him but they at least know you,
and hopefully like man saw God when they saw Christ,
they’ll see the way, the truth, and the life,
when they see you.
You gave me a gift,
In hope it’ll uplift,
My soul and my spirit.
So freely you gave it,
Yet so hard i do find it
To simply receive.
Cos it’s not just a card with some notes in,
Not the shirt I was eyeing,
It’s something of infinite worth.
and I could never afford it.
You gave me life,
On my re-birth day,
Made me your church and your bride.
In the very worst way
You died.
So I find it so hard to take this,
For I know I can’t deserve this,
But thank you Lord for Jesus.
And from now on,
For All I’ll Trust Him,
If you could give the most valuable,
How much more the minuscule.
I have Christ.
So why worry about the fact that my clothes aren’t classified as nice,
You gave Christ,
So I easily I can trust that you will clothe me even as you clothe the grass,
Cinderella style, clothes of beauty, slippers of glass.
All I need do is ask.
For All I’ll Trust Him
Isaiah noted that as surely as He bore my sins, He took away my disease,
Peter wrote that by His wounds we are healed.
Christ said not to worry about what I’ll eat,
Did God not make manna fall at Israel’s feet.
If I acknowledge you in all my plans I will succeed,
As will all the plans that you have for me.
Your protection, your guidance, your fellowship, your presence,
In accordance to the 20th verse of the 1st chapter of Paul’s 2nd letter to the Corinthians,
All your promises are Yes and Amen in Christ Jesus.
So
For All I’ll Trust Him.
You gave me a gift,
In hope it’ll uplift,
My soul and my spirit.
So freely you gave it,
Yet so hard i do find it
To simply receive.
Cos it’s not just a card with some notes in,
Not the shirt I was eyeing,
It’s something of infinite worth.
and I could never afford it.
You gave me life,
On my re-birth day,
Made me your church and your bride.
In the very worst way
You died.
So I find it so hard to take this,
For I know I can’t deserve this,
But thank you Lord for Jesus.
And from now on,
For All I’ll Trust Him,
If you could give the most valuable,
How much more the minuscule.
I have Christ.
So why worry about the fact that my clothes aren’t classified as nice,
You gave Christ,
So I easily I can trust that you will clothe me even as you clothe the grass,
Cinderella style, clothes of beauty, slippers of glass.
All I need do is ask.
For All I’ll Trust Him
Isaiah noted that as surely as He bore my sins, He took away my disease,
Peter wrote that by His wounds we are healed.
Christ said not to worry about what I’ll eat,
Did God not make manna fall at Israel’s feet.
If I acknowledge you in all my plans I will succeed,
As will all the plans that you have for me.
Your protection, your guidance, your fellowship, your presence,
In accordance to the 20th verse of the 1st chapter of Paul’s 2nd letter to the Corinthians,
All your promises are Yes and Amen in Christ Jesus.
So
For All I’ll Trust Him.
The Ordinary Amazing 