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your faith is the anecdote that brings forth the healing power of Christ
for if one truly believes only then can God work in one's life
a blind man sat by the road day after day
many passed and ignored him as they traveled on their way
but when he saw Jesus he said "Son of David have mercy on me"
many told him to be quiet but he had the audacity
Bartimaeus sought to be viewed as more than just a helpless blind
he wanted to be seen as a man with a heart, a soul and a mind
so he cried out loud to Jesus, "Son of David have mercy on me"
Jesus then stopped and said "who is this man I see?"
sometimes you only need to say Lord have mercy on me
look at me and see that I have need of Thee
for the divine presence of Christ can hear each and every one
He acknowledges and sees us as spiritual daughters and sons
He can see that we are burdened by life's issues and situations
He can see that we truly need some healing application
so when was the last time you gave your faith a task?
to allow it to go to Jesus and of Him simply ask
your faith is the anecdote to the healing power of Christ
your faith can cast out the demons that are moving in your life
your faith has the power to mend, heal and cure
your faith has the ability to help you endure
now Jesus had thirty-nine stripes and that's how many classes of illness exist today
for His thirty-nine stripes delineate the number of mankind's sinful ways
so let your faith be the cure infused by the blood that was shed
as faith was the anecdote that allowed Jesus to be raised from the dead
now take off your spiritual blinders and embrace the power to truly see
that true faith is the anecdote for a healing ministry
What religion has created through the ages
is a false gospel with much incredibility;
a helpless Christ on that cross...
instead of a resurrected One
ascending to His glory;
He's still mocked and alone!
Faith is stronger than religion,
it trascends all souls
in search of truth and hope;
and it can't be taught by words alone!
Faith was the stronghold
of prophets and saints!
Let it become our fortress
in the days of weakness,
and fervently pray with confidence
that no harm will come from others!
The sacrificial altar needs no lamb,
the ultimate sacrifice was made...
the reconciliation between Man and God,
and a Mediator to atone every sin committed;
many still believe in a harsh punishment...
by demons who dwell in Hell!
Let's be like David who exalted Jehova God always,
and proclaimed His greatness for all ages!
Let's fear no man, but trust in the God of Moses...
who parts our waters in troubled times,
and lets us walk safely to our shore;
let's be as faithful as they were!
Earth.
When winter tires of being cold
Of icy fingers and chattering teeth
And spring can no longer sprout,
Green shoots and buds of promise
Summer will intervene with balmy-
Days, and red sunsets on flat horizons
Until autumn browns leaves, lays
Branches naked, makes muddy trails.
Mankind will look back in shame.
No longer needed, a parasite vanquished.
Bloody hands drip with the last drop
Through eyes seeing nothing but profit, seeking,
Nothing but short-term gain and
Wreaking nothing, but vengeance and empire.
Killing innocence and promoting self.
whose only aim was to gratify number one.
After all is past, the earth will repair,
Regenerate, to its true magnificence.
Live in peace and harmony, content.
Nothing to gain, and nothing to lose.
If man receives a reprieve, second chance,
The essential lessons must be learnt.
Because humanity needs its earth, but
the earth is paradise without humanity.
David Cox 10/10/23
So nice talking to people, on same frequency as me
Builds up my confidence, whilst decreasing insanity
Sometimes feel I’m the only one, seeking out truths
Then I meet some kindred spirits, here on the soup
They come from all walks of life, different countries
Northern hemisphere and one below, I’ve yet to see
We hold similar outlooks, based on past difficulties
Seem to understand each other, through our poetry
Sharing dark secrets, releasing pent up adversity
But most of the time, encouraging helpful fantasy
We inspire crazy poems, bouncing off each other
Not copying, creating, following tangents to discover
Are we friends, I guess we are, certainty not enemies
Honestly doesn’t matter, when enjoying good company
Aw he’s filling up, no just finishing yesterday’s dinner
I’m a freethinker, a rogue-poet of sorts, yeah a sinner.
POTW December 2020
By David Kavanagh
Sponsored by: John Hamilton 06/01/2020
Topless Tattoo
Topless tattoo parading on the beach
Self-assured, edgy, out of reach
A nonchalant lounge, delicate pose
The perfect life we have to suppose
Male eyes survey you, curiosity and lust
And you bare all from head to bust
Then you leave, you’ve had your play
An old guy watches, wishes you’d stay.
The ghosts await you as you turn the key
A cold chill greets you from the sea
Your glamour lasts for a few empty hours
Home has no use for womanly powers
The sun disappears, and the gloom takes hold
The beach just a memory, of you so bold
You’ll leave them guessing until the next sunrise
Down on the sand with your topless disguise
David Cox 05/07/23
The apostate looked out his window,
and started to believe
As genuflecting pylons,
sent ramifications through the trees
Chaos looked at reason,
was it about to make a plea
I see Satan’s raising an army
or so the nihilists agreed
The Crier rang his Leper bell,
‘our town’s a Godless apparition’
Least he filled hearts with envy,
of a once dreaded condition
Now the King prayed for calm,
in another pagan act of contrition
After his son died at birth,
he had proscribed all religion
Atheists came from all around,
excommunication filled the air
Roots now faced horizontal,
trying to feed off despair
Anxious to leave town,
random leaves block civic square
And steeplejacks are disorientated,
from neglecting their repairs
That hole’s not deep enough,
winked the piper to the knave
He could never resist a shortcut,
even digging his own grave
But the madness continued,
hermits set fire each other’s caves
Shedding light on the void,
by burning alive it’s willing slaves
And as the apocalypse gathered pace,
populations slowly died
Some genius came forward,
a real madman in disguise
Said we need a scapegoat,
a dimwit, an ultimate sacrifice
He was crucified for being too clever,
they much preferred no advice
And whilst writing this story,
that apparently makes no sense
The Queen was in her chambers,
hanging herself from suspense
Children butcher themselves gaily,
having learned how to fence
As for putting the fear of God into us,
the wicked come crawling to repent
So finally when heaven reopened,
a total eclipse tried darken that day
Never to see man overshadowed again,
Sun went nova, vaporising all life away
By
David Kavanagh
The birds glide, I don’t know why
It gives me reason to sing
So who am I? What can I bring?
The trees grow, the waters flow
To take us far from here
So who are we? Why do we fear?
In all the glories shown to us,
We must give in to our wanderlust
To make amends for wrongs we’ve done
Inspire the dreams, in everyone
The lambs leap, the willows weep
To show us we can dance and cry
Don’t live a lie; just ask why
The oceans latch, seashells laugh
There’s always an escape
To the martyr’s smile, on the sun’s sweet dial
In all the glories shown to us,
We must give in to our wanderlust
To make amends for wrongs we’ve done
Inspire the dreams, in everyone
Don’t let it fade,
Don’t hold it down
The sky is open for us now
Just let them fly,
Those hurts we keep
Inspire the heart, inspire the dream!
In all the glories shown to us,
We must give in to our wanderlust
To make amends for wrongs we’ve done
Inspire the dreams, in everyone
In everyone
Inspire the dreams, in everyone
*This song is a collaboration with my older brother, Robert, who was inspired by two hawks soaring around each other earlier today. Younger brother, David, implemented some sweet harmonies that makes this song really special! *
I opened my heart
Where lies my brook?
Where are thou my Raven?
Our land is in FAMINE
Almost like that of the Israelites
I cried with millions
Wept for an ailing nation
Tubers of yam makes us yawn
Tomatoes puts us all in comatose
Bag of rice in crises
Garri soaking becomes a trend
I longed
I craved
For my Raven's miracle
I opened my heart again
Where lies my brook?
Where are thou my Raven
Raven miracle I seek
Elijah was treated to a royalty by Raven
Fetching him balance diet daily even in famine
He then drinks in a special brooks
Why not me God!!! I want my Raven miracle
Raven!!! Elijah's Raven
Raven !!! My own Raven
The creature with a shiny black feathers
Weird, mythical ...scary yet emit miracle
Smart, evil in disguise ... smells dark omen
Yet fetched Elijah three square meal
Largest in the crow family of birds
I opened again but not my heart
This time it is my mouth of hunger
Where lies my brook?
Where are thou my Raven?
Raven miracle I seek
My voice became stronger for Him to hear
He is my shepherd I shall not want
Even as young lions lack
And suffers hunger in anger
I shouted" I shall not want"
I receive by faith the word
And I started chewing
Pretending to be an Elijah
Behold, food was on my table
I found myself devouring chicken in full
On a table full of varieties of food to maw
But no one else was eating
They all looked hungry and fagged out
I got a disdainful eyeing...
I heard them hissing profusely
Yes, it was like that table prepared before David
The same table God prepared before his enemy
I got their message
They weren't my friends
But there was more to go round
Why become selfish ...greedy
I beckoned to them without uttering a word
They swamped on me ... on the food
Then, someone tapped me on a long chair
Those bed-bug infested chairs ...
" Brother Stephen... why are you snoring?
We are through with the service
Remember that fasting continues tomorrow
And bring along your Prophet offerings
The Lord be with you"
The white-bearded man bid me bye
My mouth was still ajar
Finding expression for my thought
Alayande Stephen T.
21st, August, 2016
A Story from the Sunday Service
we need to know who we are
and how we came to be
we need to know that as children of God
we are royalty
God says we're royalty
we just need to comprehend
It's not about race nor culture
It's simply faith in Him
we're all descendants of the Most High
God's offspring
as our relationship with Him
comprises everything
God says we're royalty
we just need to comprehend
It's not about race nor culture
It's simply faith in Him
the enemy is on the stroll
working everyday
deterring our youth
from following Yahweh
too much Facebook, WhatsApp, Instagram
and Skype
too caught up in their cell phones
and every technological hype
but God looks at hearts
what's inside
He's not concerned with hair tints, tattoos
nor expose backsides
God says we're royalty
we just need to comprehend
It's not about race nor culture
It's simply faith in Him
God will use anyone
to accomplish His goals
even the most unlikely
He'll infuse with god-like control
a young David, God did choose
by many he was expected to lose
but David knew who he was
and from where he came to be
he was triumphant for as a child of God
assured the victory
David became a king
for his faith and behavior
His descendants
the line of Jesus Our Savior
God says we're royalty
we just need to comprehend.
It's not about race, nor culture
It's simply faith in Him
God's says we're royalty
with power, majesty and might
for He blessed us
with His grace, mercy and insight
God says we're royalty
we just need to comprehend
It's not about race nor culture
It's simply faith in Him
(Revelation 22:15)
Outside are the dogs, those who practice magic arts, the sexually immoral,
The murderers, the idolaters and everyone who loves and practices falsehood.
I, Jesus, have sent my angel to give you this testimony for the churches.
I am the Root and the Offspring of David, and the bright Morning Star.
"I read these verses, and my heart grows desperately earnest."
Lord, please let my runaway cat return safely to me.
Even if she wants to come back, the world outside is a minefield;
She dares not take a step.
My cat, who was like my own alter ego,
Now cowers in fear before another cat—her niece-like kin whom she once gave sweet milk.
Chased away frantically, she vanishes into the shroud of darkness.
Lord, I pray to You with all my broken heart,
Let my cat, who has been missing for three months, come back to me!
And the Lord, at last, heard my weeping voice,
And briefly sent that sweet cat back to my arms.
Exhausted, worn out, she crawled back to me,
Finding her way to the secretive, weathered kitchen window.
As I fed her in frantic haste, I whispered:
"Hurry, eat up. They might catch your scent and attack you."
And so, I frantically smoke my familiar Dunhill cigarettes.
For filling the air with my own scent is the only way left
To shield you and hide your tracks.
"Hurry, please!"
With my tear-stained window, I finally closed the view
Of those eyes that gazed back at me endlessly.
That beautiful history of yours
Will now never return again.
History?
No, it is Herstory.
It must be rewritten that way.
Even today, I open that kitchen window,
Waiting for my alter ego.
"I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last,
The Beginning and the End."
A season passes,
The door opens and closes,
And though I desperately exhale my cigarette smoke into the air,
She never returns.
That cat was a cat of quantum mechanics.
When I open my eyes, she is nowhere to be seen,
But the moment I close my eyes, she truly exists.