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Great Heart

It takes a man with fiery guts
To stand the heat of the spiteful lots
Of little greats still untamed
And future stars still unnamed.

The sweat never ceased to fall
And the stress really took a toll
But success came out after all
Making the stress worthy of all.

Though no thanks be said or showed
And no hats be tipped or bowed
Always remember you are beloved
By those hearts you ploughed and sowed.

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Perfection

They say practice makes perfect
                                                but none can be perfect
                                                what then is the need of practice
                                                if none can attain perfection?

                                            Perfection is a state of the mind
                                                achieved when ability beats work
                                                but not overlooking the debris of leftovers
                                                perfection is unattainable.

                                            All work and no play
                                                makes one think he is better than another
                                                but perfection is still ahead of man
                                                even after he falls down exhausted.

                                            Man is imperfect
                                                when he thinks he is perfect
                                                for man can never be perfect
                                                as long as God sees him imperfect.

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Coming Back Home

COMING BACK HOME

Who says I have no choice to sin
To love and live and delight in sin?
T’is my choice and one I can choose
To live in lies and follow the flies
But here now is the sober thought
Of whether sin will lead me Home.

I can smoke all day and night
And ask God for funds when I’m broke
I can drink all I want
And ask Jesus for more wine when it dries
But whether drinking or smoking are done at Home
Or if it can lead me Home is the sober thought.

I can cheat in tricky ways
And ask God for cunning wisdom in everyway
I can steal from anyone
And ask God to show me who is still rich
But whether I can cheat or steal at Home
Or if that is what God said is the Way, is the sober thought.

I can beat her with my strength
And thank God for my authority as a man
I can bully them for years
And make them wish they were never born
But whether I can beat or bully them back at Home
Or if these can lead me Home is the sober thought.

I can be current with the world’s hit records
And ask the Spirit for direction to the latest store
I can be found in the coolest club
Praying that thugs never find the place
But whether there is a club or record store at Home
Or whether secular songs can lead me Home is the sober thought.

There are many things that I can do
But which ones can take me Home?
Ah! I will stay back, look and ask Him
For as the Father, He should know the Way Home
There are many things to ponder and do
But which ones take me straightly Home?

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The Donkey and the King

THE DONKEY AND THE KING

Once upon an ancient time
There lived a good and wealthy King
Who had a stable-ful of horses
But whenever He chose to stroll
He did not pick from His horses
But rather, He chose an old donkey
Much to the surprise of even me.

But so loved was He by His people
That whenever He rode the donkey
They spread palms and clothes before Him
And shouted His praises to all who could hear.

But as the donkey walked on the palms and clothes
And listened to the praises that was sung
He started being silly
And started thinking that the glory
Was his and not the King's.

So he started acting proudly
To his fellow pack of mules
And would not speak kindly
To any of the King's subjects.

When the King got news of this,
He right away, sent for the donkey
And scolded and admonished him
And waited in hope to see some changes
But the donkey grew worse
And did not heed the King's Words.

So the King expelled the donkey
From His stable and castle
But the donkey had little to be sorry for
For now, he thought,
He had all the glory to himself.

So he got up and went to the City
And walked around with his nose high
He walked for hours without a praise;
Only jeers from little kids
And when he tried to walk on someones clothes,
He got a very healthy beating.

He thought he could bear with this situation
For he thought the King depended on him
But after seeing the King ride on a new mule
He realised with great horror
That all things belongs to the King.

So he repented and went back to the King
He knelt down and cried and pleaded
And the King showed him mercy
And restored him to his place.

So when next he rode the King
He too, shouted alongside the King's subjects,
'Praise be to the King of Kings
Who has shown me great grace
By choosing me to do His will'
And indeed, it was well with the donkey.

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The Love Feast

THE LOVE FEAST

I saw the Sun rise from the South
And I knew something was fishy
He winked and beckoned at me
And that confirmed my fears.

Where did you sleep last night
And where did you keep your fright?
Why did you rise from the South
With promise for a cool day?

‘I was awake all through the night
Rejoicing as a butterfly
And surprising as it may sound to thee
No scorching today shall be’

What makes you smile today?
What makes your coming unusual?
Whatever made you rejoice?
What have you to say to this?

At this he glowed and warmly said
‘Prepare your heart my young friend
For time soon will come
When those who are ready will be called
To join the train that leads to Heaven.

‘’T’is a place of eternal rest
Where I need not be
For god’s glory shines in the land
Through the face of Him who owns the city.

‘So I smiled so graciously
For this I know with surety
That when in God’s glory you forever rest
I will be back to where I’m from’

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The Great Return

THE GREAT RETURN

Once there was a man in Eden
Who saw and walked and talked with God
And once there was a day in Eden
When man fell and left the garden
Not just that, but the place of fellowship.

God saw man was now in sin
And so separated him from eternal life
He sent him out into the world
And sent him the law so he would be conscious
Of his fate and his grievous end.

But out of love God became man
And saw and walked and talked with men
And died so painfully to redeem all men
The murderers, liars and those lost in lust
To prepare them for the great return.

Bear in mind that this life is short
It is just a short period to be prepared
For one day we will all leave this world
And whether or not we end with Him
Depends on how prepared we are for Him.

So even as God would say
I pray you do as Jesus did
To think and speak and do the will
Of Him who would judge where you forever will be
On that day of the great return.

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Seven Workings of the Blood

SEVEN WORKINGS OF THE BLOOD

Many people hear 'the Blood'
But knoweth not its great workings
So in this small scoop of poetry
I will try to share the seven things
That the Blood does for us
Not that I have known it all
But because I have received
A choicy measure of God's grace
And pray and seek I will for more
For Christ has grace enough to spare.

All have sinned and fallen short
Of God's glory and divine standard
And as written- and very clear
The wages of every sin is death
So we all were meant to die;
God's righteous judgement for our sins
But here we see the love of Christ
For by His death, God's righteous anger
Was satisfied- fully satisfied.

The second wondrous thing is this;
If we confess that we have sinned
And truly ask to be cleansed
God is faithful and He is just
To forgive us of every sin
For the price indeed has been paid.

Sin indeed contaminates
So when we sin we are stained
The Blood of Christ does this to us;
It purges us of every sin
So that we are without dirt
And are righteous just like Him.

But we see this often and on
That often times when we pray
We feel unworthy- guilty conscienced
Here, the Blood of Christ is sprinkled
On every bit of guilty conscience
So we can be confident
To approach the throne of grace.

But this we know with surety
That every thing we do on earth
Is recorded in the books of Heaven
Here, God Himself is moved
To blot out every record of sin
Such that there  is no book in Heaven
Where our sins are recorded.

Omniscient is His name
And as such, God knows all things
So every sin we commit on earth
Is registered in God's memory
But He, Himself has declared
That after blotting out our sins
He will forget we ever sinned
And will never fish for our sins
In His sea of forgotten sins.

So after all these things are done
We come to the seventh working
That been justified by His Blood
We will escape His fiery wrath
For everyone who refuses to drink
Of His cup of loving mercy
Will inevitably drink to the full
Of God's cup of eternal wrath.

So, right now, if you would,
Say this prayer and be redeemed
"Lord Jesus, I am a sinner
I believe You died for me
Please forgive me and cleanse my sins
Come into my life
And make me Your beloved child
Thank You for right now You are
My Father and loving Saviour
In Jesus mighty name I pray
Amen!" and  indeed Amen!

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The Heavenly Race

T'was that which Paul attested to
The worthy fight, the heavenly race
That which men ran through the age
With vigor, strength, and divine grace.

T'is a race to meet the Lord
One ruled and guided by the Lord
And a most unique one it is
For all who win are blessed and crowned.

But many are the afflictions of they that run
So much that many stumble and fall
Of endless pricks of earthly thorns
Of signposts leading to deadly turns.

But praise be to the Lord of Hosts
In that He gave the Holy Spirit
A guide of gracious personae
Who leads all athletes to Beulah-land.

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The High Life

Living with the King of Kings as a king
forgiving all your sins
making you His next of kin
nothing is more blissful
than been drawn from the high way
to the high life.

Walking on streets of gold
forgetting the things of old
all my wealth i sold
for guidance to the high way to be told.

Grace springing like a horizon
love snowing in every season
favor shining without a reason
the high way to the high life
is more glorious than the
highest place of the low life.

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The Divine Market

THE DIVINE MARKET

The divine market is situated
In the miraculous area of divine love.

It is the great mall that contains all
It is stocked to overflow with more than enough
Materials to be bought here includes;
All you can think and ask for
And more than you can imagine or ask for.

However, this market is principled
It only admits people that are cleansed with the Blood
And its sales are regulated
As the only currency that guarantees exchange
Is faith in the heart of the buyer.

But many buyers are poor bargainers
Who buy little and perishable goods
Some enter the market with bags of faith
But leave with little perishable materials
Such that when their stock is exhausted
They lack faith to purchase more.

But some are wise and bargain well
These ones bring mustard seed size of faith
But bargain well enough to inherit the Owner
For knowing that the market’s Owner
Can be inherited by faith (even as little as a grain)
They overlook every other goods and services
And obtain the certificate to own the market.


Therefore, men, put your faith in God
And rather than buy things that only lasts on earth
Go for that which is eternal
And though you may be poor on earth
Rejoice that soon you will inherit the Owner
And all the market will then be yours.