CLOSING IN

The darkness strolled in unawares,
Light slapped it away
Many struggles with lingering questions
Days when it seemed like the sun ran,
Leaving us with hope as an embrace
Passing through the field see slain bodies
All around,
The cry of his faithfulness should ring
through the air...
In closing remember when the hands were
too weary to move or clash
His own hands pulled us together.


That we lay not six feet below the Grave
should make us skip with joy,,,...
seeing the sun smile down,
A second chance greets us like never before.
The one who is called beginning and end
Has walked with us all the way.
Never left us stranded in the middle of nowhere
Our hearts should drip with thanksgiving
For only fools will say there is no God.

In closing,to stop to ponder about the
Life we have lived will do us much good.
The seconds and minutes we have spent
Go into memorial speaking good or bad of us.


In the solitude of the mind we can ride
On the wings of transformation.
As we drive out of the day,we need to
Question the things we have done.
In his face we can find our face
And embrace our true Identity...

CLOSING IN

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CLOSING IN

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CLOSING IN

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TRUTH

so pure,as light that gives direction,
cannot be questioned by the passing of time
and events....
If we refuse you,foolishness strikes us,
and leaves us naked with pain.....
to know you is to find our way
Embracing your embrace is to live.

We want to walk away when you seem so hard
but even in bitterness you will set free,
Generation after generation you remain constant
unchanging as the sun.
Not subject to arguement
or the manipulation of feeble minds
Truth does not lie but remain as white
as snow.
you colour us with beauty....

The tentacles of truth can heal
a dying heart.
lost ways are regained when you point,
to live without you is to live in misery....
fading shadows all around but yours remains,
To know you as a friend is to be set free.....

WHEN DAD NEVER CAME HOME

When he saw her from across the room he had a feeling that she was the kind of woman he will love to spend the rest of his life with,can a lifetime commitment just be reduced to a passing feeling,it makes my heart wonder.....with all the recent happenings in families round the world,it has become pertinent for men and women to sit back and think of the tide of hormones that just rise and fall,much more than mere words to understand that love and family cannot be reduced to a passing feeling.
No matter how civilzed the human society becomes we cannot overlook the fact that the family is the bedrock of every society,if our homes are in chaos,it will become difficult to address social problems.
How many children today are growing up without a father figure to guide and show them love,there is an increasing rise in a fatherless and motherless generation,even when the children live in the same house with their parents,it really breaks my heart in different directions as i see our children growing up without parental guidance.How does a father explain a situation where he leaves for work and never comes back home and yet his family is worried sick about him,changes all his phone lines and leaves no link as to how his family can find him,the beautiful girl he married is thrown off balance and the children are left wondering what went wrong,quite sad you may say....what about when dad lives in the same house with his children and yet is so absent from their lives,maybe only dishes out instructions from time to time,what about when dad keeps concubines who are about the age of his children?how does he raise his children with the values that will sustain them as productive citizens.What have we reduced ourselves to?when did we become so heartless and carefree not bothering about how our actions affect our young ones.what can i say,except a simple prayer that God will heal our homes........

SHE CRIES

She Cries,
Look at her as she really cries.....
When we stop praying
She cries....
Strangled by looting and Injustice
She Cries.....
See her children held bound by poverty
Working so hard getting so little.
The National Treasury is left Naked,
Immorality stealing away our Children.
Nigeria cries oh! she really cries.

Can we see our young minds wasting
Can we be more than this?
Our structures are decaying,
One by one we see them die.
What lies ahead for unborn children?
See our mother as she cries....


Where is that Generation of Surgeons
that will repair the Broken bones of our mother
with values and principles
that can heal our land.
Rubbing in the balm of Righteousness.
Unborn children will require this of us.
We can reach out to the different sectors
And straighten out those crooked places

DEFINING MOMENTS

When everybody seems to be so busy rushing off to meet the Deadline,
strike a business deal,trying to make 24hrs count for something
But we forget,........................
We will never regret the times we stopped to give a listening ear
When all that mattered between the second and minute was a smile...
We will never regret the time we bent down to wipe away the tears of a crying child.
Those defining moments that can determine so much about our Destiny.............
Meetings will end but the memories of kind deeds we leave behind in the hearts of others will last forever.
Our children will remember the times
we took out time from our busy schedule to play with them,they might not remember the new dress we threw into their face.
The times we took out to treat others well will always count for something.
We will not regret we made an effort to hold our tongue,even when we desperately wanted to say something.
Those times we extend a hand of Encouragement to somebody on the verge of giving up,
When we looked into the eyes of others and let them know we believe in them..........
Defining Moments when all that mattered was a LITTLE...!

WALK AWAY

To walk away from Yesterday,
To write the wrongs of yesterday,
To turn back the hand of time
To wish away the mistake.
If all these were possible,
If this is just the way it could be
Yesterday has gone and cannot be brought back
But we can begin again today
We can take hold of today and
Start all over again.

The mistake of Yesterday,
Can bring beauty into today
When we realize like the Ant
that every failure can be a stepping
stone for progress................
Oh! to walk away and live again.


Sitting in today but buried your dreams
in the shores of yesterday.........
Buried your dreams,aspirations,wishes,hopes,
in the ashes of yesterday?
No,No,No,No,No, dig them out,
And say to yourself
My yesterday will not hold me captive...

A HEART

A heart Dear Lord,
A Channel,
A corridor filled with Love.
When i do not understand give me a heart,
as dark days and bright days
kiss each other Lord!give me a heart.
When what i want does not come,
all i ask,is for a heart.
When the ones i hold Dear go their
own way,father all i want is
eyes to still see the stars.

As the green leaves turn yellow
All we need is a heart
When betrayal welcomes us at the door,
Lord give us a HEART.
When Joy seems so silent I pray
for a Heart.
Wisdom to know the difference is all I ask for
Let threads of your Love
Sew my heart together...
When adversity kisses my face
All I need is a heart
A heart to carry your Destiny
And a heart to step into your Inheritance.
Dear Lord all we ask for
Is a Heart......

JUST ONE

Just one is great as a whole
One song can spark a moment
One flower can wake the dream
One tree can start a forest
One bird can hearald a spring
One Smile begins a friendship
One handclasp lifts a soul
One star can guide a ship at sea
One word can frame the goal
One vote can change a Nation
One sunbeam lights a room
One candle wipes out darkness
One laugh will conquer gloom
One step must start each Journey
One word must start each Prayer
One hope will raise our spirits
One touch can show you care
One voice can speak with Wisdom
One heart can know what's true
One life can make the difference
You see it's up to you...........


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OUR BOND

Who can understand the bond so inseparable,
confined within the bounds of Love,
A union where God has an Interest.
Minds are shaped through this basic unit.

But what has gone wrong
The baskets of roses have faded away.
Our morals have been sacrificed on the Altar of need.
Broken homes have now become the Fashion
Where has that beautiful family gone?

The progress of our Nation,
Is determined by this bond.
Then what becomes of our land
If the family is characterized by abuse and neglect
Let's all rise to the challenge to
Build our HOMES......

YOU

pregnant regime waiting to unleash,
like claws grips and tears apart
Who can understand it's cunning ways
You stole into our land
Child of the white long legs
At this stage we still crawl
You have scratched us and left us wounded.

Go back to your Habitation,
You have Broken the National Treasury
Left our Nation like a woman's sagging Breast
You have followed us into our homes
And roped our children in a web of Laziness.


It's our time to face you
Just like a cameleon
You change your colours
But we know you.
You are called Corruption......!
We will change your name,
And drive you out.
Our children will make
Jest of you.....

THE WITHIN

We know what happens outside,
look up and see the blue sky,
We can even write a book about it.
We smile into the thingsaround
And receive whispers here and there.
The madwoman sits in the village square
for all to see
But what about the madness within.
The crawling snake in the Green grass
scares the passer by
But what about the one that
Crawls within...


The greatest battle we have to
fight, lies within our hearts.
No longer do we have to carry
Knives,Guns,and Daggers
cause the greatest battle lies within.
The thoughts,desires,passions within need to be checked.
And searched in the eyes of truth.
The tappings within make us who we are
much more than the sight that
kisses the eyes...
The unseen man within speaks volumes.
To pay attention to the whispers within
Is truely noble...

BURIAL

Imagine what you will achieve
If you say to yourself my
yesterdy will not hold me captive.
They can write your past
But he can write your future.
She was from a land that was cursed
she lost all,yet
Ruth took hold of newness and
Graced the lineage of Jesus.
She took a step
and was carried in the arms of Destiny....

Imagine what your life will become
If you let his light kiss your heart,
If shake the dust off your feet and run again..
Imagine what you will become
If you bury the Ghost of yesterday.
Take the wings of the morning
and run again.

Gather yourself together and smile into possibilties.
It's time to bury the ugly background
and move to the frontground.
Imagine what the sun will sing,
If you repackage yourself.
Face the night with courage,
Knowing the morning will come....

ENTANGLED

Just once,and the whole drama begins
webbed like the spiders cobweb.
What we long for and what we should be,
What we hold and what we should give up,
The fire we scoop into our bosom,
begins like a Joke..

Engagements that disengage us from destiny
Lord!Help us
A little here,a little there
And we are trapped...
What we should be runs so far,
because we have settled for less
one careless 10mins and
so much is lost.....


Cuddling sin we become captives
And prisoners in a world that is only ours..
That little thought in the corridor of your mind
Can entangle you.
That little act can birth an Addiction.
When dark secrets are kept
Rescue is needed,
Think before you get involved.

YOUTHFUL HEART

Many wanderings like dancing oceans,
More seems not to be enough,
Questions parading like dancers.
With pressure that seems to strangle....
My youthful heart,oh! my youthful heart
wants to dare,wants to touch.
With little care for the future.
I can seems present but the will faraway
This youthful heart!...

Searching for a place to rest
With hormones that seem to assault the senses
wants to hide many scars but the secret seem to hold captive.
This youthful heart can only find rest in it's maker.
Echoes of wars everywhere
But what about the wars within our youthful heart
This youthful heart can only find peace with God.
The hold of ADDICTION can never satisfy,
more is never enough.
Only in the arms of the Everlasting Father
can meaning be found.
In it's wisdom danced to foolishness
only the WISDOM from above can cause to fly like the Eagles....
Oh God help our youthful heart .....
Searched for love like water,
This heart will find love in the one who is called Love.
This youthful Heart will find it's way in God...
Lord give light to this Heart.....

HIDDEN

Strolling through the streets of life,
Minds rubbing heads racking
Looking for the me hidden in me.
colours of what and how parading
the eyes,
Yet still hidden.
Darkrays by the by-ways and sideways
Much more to show yet still hidden.
Shadows of the past,hurts of today,
Held unto will hide the real man.
Fears that dance around like mockers
Causing to hide within..


Until our lives are hid in christ,
Then we will emerge.
When he sings his love softly to us,
In the secret place,
Then we can dance to the music of destiny.
The scorching sun cannot bite us
If hidden under the shadow of his wings.
If this restless heart is hid in his arms,
The cry of destiny will be heard.
Hide us,hide us,hide us,awesome one
Let this earthly dwelling be possessed by your spirit.
While destiny callsgive us hearts,
as strong as the Rocks.
This heart should hide in the one who
has the blueprint for which we where born.
Hide us,hide us in your shadow.

SERVANTHOOD

The one who hung on the cross
Examplified it,
God in human form yet carried service in his heart
As he stooped to wash
the feet of the disciples..
They called for a hand,
He gave two handss.
They called for a leg,
He gave two legs,
Emptied himself in love....

When the venom of pride has
drained out of the heart,
cause nothing we have is really ours,
We are mere custodians,
Then we can dance to the tune of servanthood.
To extend a hand to another without care of self,
This is where true nobles are made.
Too many scrambling for the frontline,
Few will stand behind the scenes
Where God really has his eyes.


From the corridor of servanthood.
unsung heroes will emerge,
Servants hold the place and cannot
be done without.
Servants will outshine those who sit to stare....

THE THIN LINE

The line between life and death,
The line between yes and No
They line between what we hold
and what we long for.
The bridge between hope and despair
The line between joy and anger,
Those times when our hearts are boiling
with questions,
Lord help us to be strong.

When thoughts of giving up is all that plagues
our heart,
You look yourself in the mirror and you
wonder what you are doing on earth.
When all you want to do is bury your head in the pillow.
When hope seems like a breath away,
When your smile fades behind pain.
You blowup in one split second and
they next minute you are sorry
you did what you did,
At such times know that Jesus feels your pain,
For he walked in our shoes....
When you weep for morning that
Seems so far away
He hears your secret cry..
When the flowers die they blossom again,
A tooth falls and grows again.
The THIN line bridges the gap
Between death and Rebirth....

CALLED

What makes us go all out even when it is not deserved?what makes us do the things we do against all odds,even when it is not mandatory to do it,what makes us sit queitly with each other and yet there is still a message? what makes us talk and yet not get tired?and somehow we still want to keep talking.There are many things that cannot be completely explained such as this,it's really hard especially when you know you have not been the best and yet it still holds you.It puts a queit smile on your face on a windy summer Afternoon and holds the power to transfom.Yes it is really hard to explain,especially when you played no games to get it.Offers you the unseen hand of Acceptance and the unseen stroke of Correction.
Many have tried to pay for it,even schemed and manipulated but it still escaped their grip because it comes in the queitness of simplicity,when it knocks you will know,when it calls you will know,many have tried to explain but it is beyound a mere passing feeling,it's bedrock should be the heart of purity and truth.
What makes you want to run out even at midnight to help if the cry of pain rings the air?

MAMA AND DADA

We look the same,the birth of a Baby Girl probably brings more joy to the mother At least she will have somebody to pass her clothes to and discourse women issues with.But as the years dance around and eventualities play with the mind,the enchantings of the human mind sing around,is hard to understand.Is it a feminine battle,my youthful heart cannot tell.What makes women fight each other and rather tilt towards the male gender my youthful heart still cannot tell.Is there something in women that makes them fight those they love? Or does the passing of time make us take us each other for granted,i still cannot tell.Tiny little steps turn to big girl steps and the details get complicated

NEXT DOOR

So many things to complain about,
The blue sky looks too blue
The smiling sun is too hot,
The singing bird should stop singing
Your legs should have been straigther,
your eyelids smaller,
So many things to complain about.

Have you dared to look next door,
see the man sitting by you
And you will have a reason to be grateful
Grateful that you can see the smiling sun
some can't
If only we could look next door
We will find many things to be grateful for,

Simple things about our lives,
our list of complains will fade away.
Looking next door can leave us speechless with gratitude.
Mosttimes the grass might not be
Greener on the other side,
But green where you are.

NOT DESTROYED

Dark nights calling
with memories that run like deep waters,
soldiers wounded on the battle field,
Too many days untold and many songs unsung
Not destroyed.
Breaths held in anticipation of pain,
but the joy of the Lord is our strength.
Still more paths to forge and maps to draw,
The wounded can still rise again.
My dirty rags hang before my eyes
With memories that pierce the heart
But he can cloth us with the
robe of righteousness.

Every step ushers men and women
into destiny or draws them away from it
As broken pieces of yesterday
pierce the heart
The rivers of his peace can still flow
The heart that knew sin can also know righteousness.
Not destroyed,
His light can sing in our hearts
And turn the darkness to day,
Not destroyed...

WHY

Why do people lie to themslves,the worst lie is to lie to yourself...
why do people wear a mask
why do parents not think of the consequences of their decisions on their children
why do our political leaders steal
why do women cheapen themselves for men
why do men lie

ALL WE HAVE

we have this day freely given to us,
all we have is today to do what we must,
Tommorow we may not be sure,
but today smiles at us.
This time is too precious to let it slip by,
we can do what we can today,
Tommorow may never really come.
Eventhough the rain falls or the sun shines
we can do it today.

Some left to the land of the great beyound
And never really said goodbye
All we really have is today,
To change what we must and be who we must,
one step at a time and we will get there.
To take no step at all,
Is to delay the good.
Generations coming will ask us questions
If we fail to do what we must today,
All we really have is today....











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BROKEN LIVES

shadows of days gone by
memories that plague the mind
if only, had i known,
so much for the days gone by
the broken pieces are packed
into the inner recesses of your mind
wishing you could turn back the hand of time
so much for the days gone by.

Looking for today in yesterday..
The one who is able to mend,
can put us back together.
When our eyes have kissed tears,
Then we know the name of Joy.
In this world songs of pain
greet unannounced.
When we have been broken,
Then wholeness becomes beautiful...

If you had a chance to redo the days you have lived what will do,
Everyday of our lives should be lived with a sense of urgency and purpose,
The old saying that time waits for no man is really true,we don't want to look back at our lives and realize that our days were wasted in frivolities.life is like a book,one day we will get to the end of the story,The things that are seen are TEMPORAL the things that are not seen are ETERNAL.
There is more to the days than what we see.
life is like a song,one day the music will end,but what song will generations ahead sing about the life we have lived.
life is like a drama,one day the scenes will end,but what picture will we leave in the hearts of those around us....
The days of our lives have been written out by the one who made us

QUESTIONS

Life sings a song into our ears,
some cry,some brave it,
too many questions slapping us in the face,
life and it's many twists and turns,
so much for the days gone by
we see the winds blow and
green flowers turn yellow,
questions,questions and more questions.

when pain dances before our hearts
It leaves us naked with questions,
questions that`even wet the pillow with tears,
life with it's different seasons,
whispers of much and few,
with cries that rent the air.
Questions, questions, and more questions.

where will this heart find repose
only the one who has the divine plan
can answer the piercing questions,
He sees,he knows,he feels,
He hears us when we call,
His the one who is called love....

WHY DO WOMEN MARRY......

The experiences of African women in marriage has become a thing of major concern especially now in the 21st Century.But why do women marry thieves,wifebeaters,promiscus men,etc and the list goes on and on.The cries of most women from their matrimonial homes ring the air.But one begins to wonder, did the women not see this character traits before they said i do? or did they get married to them with the ideology of changing them,how we can lie to ourselves beats my mind.
women who marry these men with character defects also have a problem and need to check themselves,it is not just about the other person.At different points in time the kind of people we attract into our lives should cause us to stop and ask questions especially when we decide to pitch camp with them.Women need to learn to tell themselves the truth and call a spade a spade,because in the long run we have everything to lose.And for just a second think of the many Innocent children who get to suffer.Marry a man who can father your children. Well we have to entrust our fragile hearts to God and follow his leading,his eyes see beyound what we see........

To all hurting women out there,your scars are beautiful to God....

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STAND UP

walked through the streets of yesterday,
memories dancing all around like mockers,
dreams that have blown away like the wind,
but see tommorow smiling......
This cannot be all,.
we can standup again,
Africa can still dance again,
why sit still as time flies by like magic,
standup, standup,standup.
hope beckons like a friend,
standup,standup,standup....