April 23 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on 2Kings 9-11
Key Verse – 2Kings 9:36 Wherefore they came again, and told him. And he said, This is the word of the LORD, which he spake by his servant Elijah the Tishbite…
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO ENLIGHTENS US
THROUGH HIS WORD
Praise be to God for enlightening us through His Word that is:
Inspired for our regeneration
Indestructible along our redemption
Incontestable toward our revival
Incorruptible with our renewal
Indispensable for our restoration
2Kings 10:10 Praise be to the Lord Who does
that which He speaks:
Fulfilling His will with triumph
Freeing us from waywardness’ transgression
Framing our wisdom along His testimony
Fixing our ways toward thanksgiving
Flaming our winnings midst trials
2Kings 11:17 Praise be to the Saviour for
reinforcing His covenant toward us that is:
Sealed with His devotion
Secured by His decision
Satisfied amidst His delight
Shown along His direction
Strengthened upon dominion. Amen!
April 23, 2024
The truth is that love is never true
It's illogical, it makes no sense
Why me? Why you?
Why us, who just happened to collide
It matters not whether we passed or failed
the tests of truthfulness or falseness
Whether we conformed to what
love is mean to be, or what others have as love or say it is.
Whether our love is accurate, reliable,
lasting, resilient or steadfast.
For the truth about love is
it's blind, incontestable, incomparable,
incorruptible, unerasable.
Love is delightfully uncertain.
For its impossible to measure or calculate
love's exact status and momentum at the same time.
Who cares anyway?
For love is just plain silly!
I want to write a poem;
I crave it so badly that I even call myself a poet.
Oh, how I dream about words carelessly
and ceaselessly flowing down on papers,
The kind of stanzas that no one will understand
but still, read on with awe;
How I wish I could compose with rhymes so clear
and the rhythm so captivating,
Beautifully scribbled and incontestable.
Call this a poem if you would,
But it doesn't rhyme and you'll need no dictionary.
I'm working on it and I'll write again tomorrow,
Maybe worse or maybe better.
The contest goes on and I still envy the poets
But once upon a verse; I, too, will be one.
1G, 2G, 3G, 4!
Keep the wheel spinning
We have to have more, more, more!
GENERATIONS, GENERATIONS, give us more, I say
How about 5?
This is what we need: fast, faster, fastest
Ooooh! Now we are alive!
More ready access for swift swiping
One through four were great but 5 is living
Dead to the incontestable reality
Just an illusion, all this fancy glossed over technology
Old and watered down, just mere reflections of Ancient Kemet
Now, what is all the hoopla for when health is compromised and
COVID-19 is in it?
Birds and bees sucker punched and disoriented with 3 and 4
Now, man is practicing social distancing because of ignorance and a want—what an evil conjuring like never before
MADNESS, MADNESS spinning all around
From China to Italy and America, no tissue, Lysol or Doritos can be found
STOP! Unplug from this insidious darkness
AWAKEN! Plug into sweet luminousness
One upon time dream fly
Despot power consume two buy
Eager three meager often astray
Medial elegance detriment four-way
Indistinguishable few high fives
Incontestable ignorance compose new lies
Wonder full wonder no wonder we bill
Interest no interest concern will for free real
11-9-2019
Coated with a salient magnate garment of white
The designs mimic her exalting name Rita
Such healing balm decorated round her face
Trying to rub it off should be added to your greatest mistakes
She is Divine
I call her mom
They call her the indescribable design
Magnificantly stronger than the man's race
What a man can do, a woman can do better
She made this an actuality form Nigeria to the world
She is incredible, incontestable, incomparable, incontrovertible, and indispensable
An incumbent of love
Pass me not
So beautiful, So gorgeous
Charming, alluring, bewitching, enticing
The notebook of mighty
Happy the eyes of plenty that see
Running on empty the ones that miss
She is my beloved on earth and above
What a PRODIGIOUS woman
Mirror melted, and I enclosed in solid space of ice
Intersperse images, direlict of other's maiming vice.
Mimicry is not a benign deceit as you would think
Incontestable illusions brought my race to this brink
Cramped with penury and self mutilations. The image
Rinsed in the shadowy world of water, watch it change
Yesterday's victim for the victimizer. I feel a strange
Intertwining of silhouettes, a sinister string, a damage
Suspiciosly hard to explain in the colonizer's world
My usefulfulness replaced by my uselessness, the shell
Upstaged, left in sand's silence for shimmering of pearl
Rude those conquistadores settling in the benign hell
Dangerous not to them who make us unreal in the real
Essence of fire, and by sly ambiguities cruelly conceal
Racial meanings, except where minstrelsy glimpse desire.
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