I am a Nigerian
I am proud of that
I am an African
I am content with that
I am a citizen of the world
I am elated by that
I am created in His image and likeness
I give Him thanks for that
I am a solution to my neighbor’s problem
I am blessed for that
The Lord is my light and salvation
I remain eternally grateful for that
I am the apple of His eyes
I am highly favored by that
He is always with me
No one can be against me due to that
He has put my enemies to shame
I am strengthened by that
In this political correctness mad world
believers of Christ need to stand to be true
for their Lord and all, He was and is
promote His gospel prayerfully we must do
Keep a watch on our own godliness
showing our life to be holy and Christlike
that we're living in Christ a true reality
uphold God's standard going forward to strike
All profaneness and opposition to God
must be opposed with strong spiritual might
Christian values once held in high esteem
now rejected by followers of the night
Believers need a loud wake-up call
too many don't want to rock the boat
need to realise that we're on Titanic
it's sinking, need to keep it afloat
Christ-likeness speaking out
in the holy spirit's divine power
holding forth God's holy truth
in Christ's name for this hour
WE ARE MADE IN THE IMAGE AND LIKENESS OF GOD
Beautiful eyes, that hardly lie,Wonderful lips and curvy hips.Hair that drapes over your neck,And a face that glows just for the sake,You are indeed a wonder of God’s creation.But again what can i say,We are all made in the image n likeness of God.
I glance and see life,
Life in its simplicity of forms,
You smile and I see beauty,
Beauty in the mystery of creation,
You walk, and I see royalty,
Royalty complete with nobility,’
Tell me,
Are you an Egyptian goddess?
Or a queen in the game of chess,
Coz to me,
You are God’s proudest piece of art,
But again what do I know,
I know,only that which i ought to know.
Is all this true?
Is all this really you?
I look at myself for an answer,
Answers that can help me kill this doubtful cancer,
Then suddenly I see her in me,
And me in her,
Wait!
Is this even possible?
I ask myself,
But then, I remember ha-ha! Oooh!
We are all made in the likeness and image of God
I have fallen victim to my incredible likeness of being What was expected of me A side effect of gender dysphoria and living in fear of discovery Until the charade had ended I have kept my heart in protective custody for so long That there are times I can't find it Not even with my own mind Which means practice makes perfect fools out of some of us Who are always trying to fit in with people That have no room at the Inn for anyone
From the corners of the galaxy, colorful stars I
Shall gather, my love
For
Your likeness, in the vault of heavens to create
For all in eternity to see!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
21 July 2015
Whose “image and likeness”
I ache as my spirit recoils, denies
the truth of what we have become.
…in his image and likeness..
surely there could not be
a “god” so disfigured, so ugly
as to hate its offspring,
send assassins into our midst,
fill our “prayers” with doubt and distress
sicken our spirits with the apathy of acquiescence,
abandon us to our acceptance of evil.
I grieve all death as it depletes
the fullness of our entwined spirits
drains the sap from our tree of life
denies a never formed branch existence
depletes the chorus of its fullness.
I weep in sorrow for the body of man
bleeding slowly from self inflicted wounds
blinded by the horror that it sees
unable to fulfill life’s simplest need
consumed with petty enmity and hate
children the sacrificial lambs of fate.
I am angry with this “disfiguring” god
enraged that he would tar us with this brush
paint caricatures of our souls
default dominion - this worlds debauchery.
I am appalled that men can do to men
such that the soul would favor hell
over living in the squalor of despair
seeking mercy from a god who’s disappeared.
John G. Lawless
6/19/2015
Oh my concentrated multitudes
of long lost contact
twixt u and I , my dear one
pressed souls, felt bodies
deep into my flesh and bones
you have risen in me
a closed door, hidden from
all who seek, no key existing.
Only gentle kisses, to wetten
Locked bolt ever open.
when eye opens their doors
mind enters into its sight
seen with own vision
charisma allures
if passes through heart's door
magic of likeness
shy on the inside with
nails bitten to the bone,
nerve-racked & exhausted
with trying to be normal,
sick of trying to find out what
that is,
he sits down next to her
& she with a paranoia that
keeps her inside most of the
time, caused from years of
abuse when she was growing
up, caused by neglect &
trauma that she might never
speak of to anyone,
but which swirl round in her
head every hour on the hour---
the both of them have “issues,”
the both of them are stumbling
through conversation,
but there is a beautiful, wonderful,
fragile likeness,
between two people who up till’ now
have felt that
they would never have such a
conversation,
with anyone who wasn’t getting paid
to give advice, calling it “therapy.”
A deep dark grey sky
Follows a likeness of clouds
Surrounds my presence
Russell Sivey
bare with me
as i play on words
giving knowledge meanwhile…
Likeness to…
carbon copy of.
Equality having
shared D.N.A.
duality born
pieces made
whole.
Likeness similarity
induced the Image’s Perfection
multiple cloned the Source
increased Greatness.
fraternally enclosed
along strand related
before any change.
Uniform genetics…
Sponsored Pure naturally
Producing Our True Family…
Uniting Jointly
to One.
-Symphony
Is
in the
Ben Day dots-
from pointilist
genes.
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