Best Tithes Poems
I was once a thief, never done for Stealing guns,
or knives. Money, laundering offences, or Somebody’s wife.
I robbed God of tithes that I must pay; I was alive but a dead man
Walking, not at my fullest potential in anyway.
Oh yes! I had God’s blessings and favour alright,
But limited to what I could have done without effort
Or fight. I withheld what’s not mine, for a period of time,
Now I got the revelation (Mal 3:8-10) that it’s really not fine.
If you leave a comment it’s entirely up to you, free speech
Make all your opinions known. But that’s under the law
It has no trace, and I say if that was the law what should
I be doing by grace.
I’ve made up my mind to do things God’s way, due respect
To the opinions you’ve given today. That won’t change a thing
God’s ways are best. I’ll go with my inner prompting and block
Out negative reasoning and the rest.
I’ll give the first fruit not as a law but by faith, and watch the
Windows of heaven open before it’s too late. God promise
To disperse the financial curse, and restore what the devil stole.
When I obey biblical principles, I’ll sure receive a hundred fold.
First fruits offered by Abel a more excellent sacrifice than Cain.
The same applies to me whilst done in Jesus name; God’s intentions
Are pure laid out that I would gain? His principle of the kingdom
Are here to stay, I’ll embrace the fact and do it anyway.
At first it starts with a tiny seed
then the roots spring up out of the fertile soil
preaching, teaching & service
To humbly obey is better then sacrifice
faces, spaces & traces
It unfold with an open heart
saturated with the truth of God's word
One must die to self
Pick up your cross on a daily basis
In time you will walk as a child
faith isn't intellectualized it just it
God's love for you is the great eternal constant
Accept Jesus into your heart as your personal savior & Lord
hope springs a new
Continue to confess your sins & believe
Unless one is born again he can not see the kingdom
Join a bible based church that preaches the word
pray & give tithes
Share your faith with those who are lost
create in me a clean heart and renew a right spirit within me
Only one life will soon be passed
only what's done for Jesus will last
With what time we use today will be echoed throughout eternity
God alone is enough
Working two jobs to support me
It is not easy
God gives me grace each day
Great jobs, both are office setting
Sometimes can be stressful
If I let it be
Continuing on working, that's me.
I earn my pay
I do my day
Off to the second job after the first, right away.
Some weekends a time to rest
Relax, enjoy, daily tasks
Business-Minded invest.
Another long day
Working to have what it takes to live nice
Yes, can be overwhelming to
But, I have to do what I have to do.
Great salaries, I can pay my own way
Until this day I manage
All finances balanced.
I thank God, who gives me the strength
Paying my bills, including the rent
Working the two jobs is only temporary.
A nice place, with a nice view
Dependable transportation too.
Paying my tithes
Attending Church
It is worth it, off to work.
I have to do what I have to do.
TRANSLATION: White sheep is deemed to be spotless
and blameless which depicts holiness.
But now,listen from the confession box;
Oh Lord! You know me,and my trespasses!
I been involved in money laundering,embezzlement,
and abuse of office!
I demand respect without practice of self-limitation,
humbleness and modesty!
I am the one who bewitched brother X,
because I was scared of his popularity at church!
I have the habit of deserting my spouse,
and engage in extra marital affairs!
I have helped young girls to abort unwanted pregnancies,
using very powerful medicines!
I have produced and distributed pornographic materials
[indecent,obscene and offensive] to the general public!
I have sexually abused boys and girls for many years,
at church and my workplace!
I been involved in internet scams for so long,
robbing people their hard earned money!
I have been initiated in satanism since childhood,
for protection,promotion at work and boosting my business!
I have offered tithes and offerings to support rebel groups,
that terrorize innocent people especially women and children!
I have been supporting the gang of robbers that rob rich people,
to plead not guilty to theft!
I have been acting as chief advisor to the leaders of drug dealing,
prostitution and human trafficking!
All I NEED IS YOU LORD TO CREATE IN ME A CLEAN HEART!
MATTHEW 7:13-29
chipepo lwele
Apparently it’s a p**is that makes a man these days
Never mind the testosterone that fuels an angry craze
A testosterone filled vag**a made of real human flesh
Seems way better than an estrogen filled p**is in a dress
This muted feeble phalange is a danger to our most revered
And a rugged hairy man-looking "girl" is never to be feared
People feel safe around an anxious displaced bearded “woman”
-Especially in private while getting ready and peeing in the can-
Far more comfortable than a meek soft tender "man" in heels
Applying makeup, fixing her hair, and living her own ideals
It seems as though people are allowed to be people these days
Which is fine as long as no one is comfortable in their own ways
And protection of the righteous ones (especially those with green eyes)
Supersedes the basic rights of a lesser class lacking moral tithes
So in that case, send the angry misplaced stubbly “woman” instead
Our daughters can handle that much more than a p**is walking dead.
"The Feral Mind’s Fibonacci Dream"
The true lamp of the heart
knows where and where not to roam
It hides its secrets, yet shares its open songs
like a Fibonacci shell held to the ears
whispering like an ocean Life sailed
gathers us all up and back in again
its heart whispering requests like tithes
our soft fortunes, it captures all souls
that hard and fast, sink and rise,
slowly we crawl, well salted
rhymes slide along wet tongues
lips to cups whisper dreams
drugged like prayers in silent communion
unheard strange language misunderstood
worldly yet their true meaning truly forgotten
each day tides high and drowning knowledge low
treacherous depths are intuitively followed
the Sun always rises; the Moon pulls us back in
by open hearts towards the Always Known —
some keys unlock the unknown way home
back into the ocean the closed are thrown,
they think they are alone
fish for new schools of thought
something of meaning rolls over-and-over
lost in the grasping wanting moments,
submerged we rise again in the wake
until we swim back up again sharp teeth
into Love’s light-strung net, feral minds
treasures sought each thought a jewel
the poetic savored and kept;
words followed like bait
are never alone.
No ocean is without a shore
its undulating song always
calling like a humming siren
to those rippling minds hypnotic
wading further out than the shallows
to turn around and stand
in the sands of time
listing reasons at the watermark
those poetic broken waves
ride us always, back home
to face the grand scheme of things
Candide Diderot. ‘25
THE PASSION OF CHRIST
A Confrontational Poem by Atsu Adaletey
The Passion
Of Christ
Is a Mission
With Thirst
The Passion
Of Christ
Is a Vision
With a firm Decision
The passion of Christ
Is faith in Action
Not a Risk
For Experimentation
Is not to take pride in church mansion with air condition
It is to step out, reach out to those poor souls in a hopeless condition
It is not to take pride in your smartphones during church service
It is to fear the Lord for his greatness and to revere Him with some level of discipline
It is not for church sitters
But for church workers
It is not for crowd-driven souls
But for kingdom-driven souls
The passion for Christ
Now replaced with the passion for lust
That which ignores the essence of the Trinity
The passion for Christ is not for high hills who are reluctant to jump in His praise
The passion for Christ is for flat feet that humble their reputation and position for His praise
The passion for Christ is not for make-ups that fake His praise
The passion for Christ is not for make-ups that denies
the soul from true worship
It is for souls who truly understand what it means to worship Him in truth and in spirit
It is for those whose skin deserves some whip
It is for those whose palms receives some nailing, embracing the pain of sacrifice in worship
The passion for Christ is for “wanna dos”
Not for “wanna sees”
Show me your phone and let Jehovah show me how much time He spends watching over you
Show me your expenses and let the creator who gives you life showcase your offerings and tithes
Tell me how old you are
And let Him tell you how many “minutes” you are left with
Tell me how busy you are
And let Him tell you how free He is
The Passion
Of Christ
Is a Mission
With Thirst
The Passion
Of Christ
Is a Vision
With a firm Decision
The passion of Christ
Is faith in Action
Not a Risk
For Experimentation
It is not for church sitters
But for church workers
It is not for crowd-driven souls
But for kingdom-driven souls
Where is your passion?
In Christianity
or Vanity
?
There; in the waterfall,
I join many tears.
My tears pour from aching knees,
burdened with hearts of solid gold
preaching equality; from voiceless
leaders.
Panhandlers, clutching symphonies
in four lines, covet
corners that prey upon my
peace- just their day job.
Every check-out has a glass jar on
the counter; seeking tithes for
lost humanity, messages carried on wings
of doves; perched upon the waste
of capitalism.
Pushcarts; fleeing swarms of drones,
fear the key-stroke, a thousand
miles away.
While twitters and tweets stare from
vacant eyes, entombed in halls
of congress.
I smile too; red dawn is upon us,
and sunrise brings the tides
of truth
that will flood
every
shore
of
tyranny.
10/19/13
'The Guest of a Sinner'
“The Guest of a Sinner”
The guest of a sinner
climbing heights to
righteousness
away from titles
above the crowd,
and
unrealistic expectations
solely to meet with God
in flesh and bone
spirit and soul
I, invite the divine
to sit and dine
look me over flaws
and sin
with prayer that
God hears and
mends me from
within
Try as I might,
to pay it forward
my
tithes for sin
unbalanced scales
eyes to heart
knocking and
seeking seven fold
every door
just to get in
peering into the dark
feeble attempts to
glimpse at the light
egos do blind and
bind sight eight times
throughout the night
hem and garment
a
guesthouse deemed
worthy by name
like Zahchias in
tree tops
yearn for salvation’s
service
the guest in
a sinner’s house
the spirit must
eat
life after death
while looking east
of Eden into
the new Jerusalem
my impression
of improvement
in imperfect
temples
the guest of a sinner
that all things be
made complete.
Kevin Guru©2018
Christos
Silent Meditation
Spiritual Meditation © 43 minutes ago, Kevin Deshun Mitchell spiritual • love • hope • faith
Is he just somebody you go to Church on Sunday to listen to?
and sit on that pew and wonder if he is ever going to get through
is he someone you would call if you or your Family got sick?
then it is please help Pastor please come quick
How about about the Pastor and what he needs from you
surely there is more to coming to Church than just to warm the pew
Pastor's have needs just like you and me
they need alot of encouragement,can't you see?
sometimes they are so tired they don't knw what to do
then you call for his help and he comes and Prays for you
I've seen our Pastor so sick he could hardly stand
yet he was at the pulpit with his Bible in his hand
I try to do all I can to make things in Church better
whether it is paying my tithes;sorting food or reading my Missioary letter
you say I can't do this or I cant do that
a baseball player can never make a home run if he doesn't swing the bat
so why not do your part whether it be in the nursery or in Sunday School?
you know your help is needed don't be stubborn like a mule
If you wonder why you aren't getting blessed like you think you should
get up and start doing God's will don't sit there like a piece of wood
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A curious drop of orgone dusk; making way to peek amid the curtains...
Hush the breath rising in slivers of delight; a manifold cat crowing
With blood dripping from the vine; candlelight shadows and the clock chimes
Black rubies twined atop pentagon lines; vanilla incantations of silk desires
Parting red lips to stoke this fire; deep the moans bewitching cradle
Resting now the dawn which waits; within her arms love set ablaze...
Nightfalls curious drop of time; beyound the curtains in that sublime
Whereupon her bosom it does lie; casting spells while taking tithes
In this my heart she surely knows; outside the window a proxic cat crows
Aneath blood and blue rubies dripping from the vine; such silk incantations...
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...“My Beautiful Bride's” *
"Let there be light", and lighted was the globe
That was when no-one was needed to pray-
and pay for the things, even a dry wood
Nowadays everything is about business
People can do anything for money and power
But by mercy everyone can lift the Holy Grail
Life is a race where being chased is Holy Grail
People's footprints are everywhere trotting the globe
Folks and fellows search for wealth and power
Pastors urge them to give tithes as they pray
Extolling God for success in business
While other folks extol their sculptured wood
People hope to make their names in Holly wood
That is a dream that they chase like Holy Grail
All know Hollywood to be real business
The mecca of filming in the whole globe
But others guard themselves not to fall prey-
Of temptations of glitter and power
People know not the origin of power
It is not from bowing before any wood
Nor it comes by listening to those who prey-
On those who crave for perks packed in Holy Grail
It comes by finding yourself in the globe
And position yourself for real business
To do good with numbers means good business
The gain of which is to reach star power-
And the right to light up the entire globe,
Master the art of idols in Bolly wood,
Reveal the silver line to the Holy Grail
And then press forward hustling as you pray
Every circumstance require everyone to pray
Before harvesting good gains in business
Take not your eyes away from the Holy Grail-
If you want contentment beyond power
Watch what naira guys do from Nolly wood
Trusting their craft as they trot the globe
Those who conquer the globe are those who pray-
Not before wood or money in business-
But seek God's power to gain the Holy Grail
Theology exists above and beyond the Church
Holy Orders create an esteemed priest from a humble man
Everlasting life surrounds all those who believe
Consecrating bread and wine in remembrance of Jesus
Heavenly Father, Son and Holy Spirit watch over
Under the guiding light of candle, Monks toil
Revering wise leadership of Pope, Bishops and Clergy
Christians receive blessings, giving tithes in honor
Highest is the calling to live as a Saint eternal
BEGGAR LADY ON A CHURCH STEP
(APROPOS IN GOD WE TRUST)
Her lips quivered with despair
as the frail hand struggled with its self
to position outstretched.
Tormented eyes bulged
from cryptic sockets:
testaments of hunger’s victory.
Then loudly can the chilling voice
piercing the solemn silence screaming:
“Go away! Can’t you see
this is a church step!”
Then the saved ones
went in to pray.
I gave her my tithes
and walked away.
A curious drop of organe dusk; making way to peek amid the curtains....
Hush the breath rising in slivers of delight; a manifold cat crowing
With blood dripping from the vine; candlelight shadows and the clock chimes
Black rubies twined atop pentagon lines; vanilla incantations of silk desires
Parting red lips to stoke this fire; deep the moans bewitching cradle
Resting now the dawn which waits; within her arms love set ablaze....
Nightfalls curious drop of time; beyound the curtains in that sublime
Whereupon her bosom it does lie; casting spells while taking tithes
In this my heart she surely knows; outside the window a proxic cat crows
Aneath blood and blue rubies dripping from the vine; such silk incantations....
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...."My Beautiful Bride's" *