When the night is darkest,
the dawn of day is breaking.
fly..........
fly into new beginnings,
fly into the road least travelled
for some have discovered Gold therein.
for the days are long but few,
fly and keep flying......
For the end comes slowly and unannounced.
The miracle of the sky is yours to hold,
if you will just fly then you can reach for the sun.
One more step has ushered
the ordinary into the corridor of destiny.
fly............
If we wait for fair weather,
our wings may be crippled.
Fly against the wind and the storm.
Take the wings of mercy and fly beyound the mistakes,
For even the broken wings can be mended by the healing
balm of Grace.
Fly beyound the status quo and the limit they have set.
whether it be sunny or it be rainy,
Fly......
for endless possibilities lie beyound the limit
Generations will be affected by your flight.
Fly don't look back,don't give up,keep flying.....
Like the eagles keep flying,
Don't look back,don't give up.
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
FINDING JOY
Life as we know is filled with many uncertainties,this year Nations of the world have been hit with one crisis after the other and Nigeria has not been left out from flood disasters,bombings,building collapse,the list has been endless,just when you think it is all over.What about individual crisis i heard of a banker who committed suicide because her bethroted jilted her.Very sad you may say.
The crisis that goes on within our hearts is the greatest crisis of all and that's what eventually gives birth to the crisis without,for most people JOY seems like a fading ANTHEM,only heard from afar.When friends and loved ones walk away leaving you stranded in the middle of the highway,when a loved one kisses this world Goodbye,when you get that sack letter unexpectedly or you roam the streets for months unend looking for a job and the list is endless,some will say how do you expect me to smile in the midst of all these......................
The deepest fires can still bring out Gold,we can find joy in the midst of our crisis,when we fix our eyes on the one who is the same yesterday,today, and forever.In the midst of that turbulent situation remember the miracles you took for granted,and know that tommorow is just a promise away......
Remember that people are very unpredictable, so when they hurt us or decide to walk away we should invariably make up our minds to keep moving on,our minds should be set on the one who will keep singing with us through the darkest night..
God is not a thought away he is indeed with us,and the Joy of the Lord can be your strength....when the unexpected greets you,it just came to pass..
alla
The crisis that goes on within our hearts is the greatest crisis of all and that's what eventually gives birth to the crisis without,for most people JOY seems like a fading ANTHEM,only heard from afar.When friends and loved ones walk away leaving you stranded in the middle of the highway,when a loved one kisses this world Goodbye,when you get that sack letter unexpectedly or you roam the streets for months unend looking for a job and the list is endless,some will say how do you expect me to smile in the midst of all these......................
The deepest fires can still bring out Gold,we can find joy in the midst of our crisis,when we fix our eyes on the one who is the same yesterday,today, and forever.In the midst of that turbulent situation remember the miracles you took for granted,and know that tommorow is just a promise away......
Remember that people are very unpredictable, so when they hurt us or decide to walk away we should invariably make up our minds to keep moving on,our minds should be set on the one who will keep singing with us through the darkest night..
God is not a thought away he is indeed with us,and the Joy of the Lord can be your strength....when the unexpected greets you,it just came to pass..
alla
Sunday, June 26, 2011
PEACE
Once I had trouble with myself
Wondering pondering and looking for help
All about me i could only see and hear
Agonies of grief and fear
Then with deep thought i wished and questioned
If only the pains and confusion
were all but great illusions.
All of a sudden from high above
It seemed i saw a white dove
Flying over me with an olive in it's mouth
with great joy i said aloud
Alas! all my troubles are ceased
For that was a symbol of peace!
Peace that surpasses all understanding
such that brings with it a lasting calmness
Taking away all sorrows and suffering
And giving joy in it's fullness
So without doubt i knew that all of these
were the wondrous works of peace!
Wondering pondering and looking for help
All about me i could only see and hear
Agonies of grief and fear
Then with deep thought i wished and questioned
If only the pains and confusion
were all but great illusions.
All of a sudden from high above
It seemed i saw a white dove
Flying over me with an olive in it's mouth
with great joy i said aloud
Alas! all my troubles are ceased
For that was a symbol of peace!
Peace that surpasses all understanding
such that brings with it a lasting calmness
Taking away all sorrows and suffering
And giving joy in it's fullness
So without doubt i knew that all of these
were the wondrous works of peace!
PEACE
Shattered by the storms of Life,
Wounded by the pain of the Past,
Bruised by the thief of the Future
And plagued by the fear of the unknown
I wandered through life
Seeking for a life of ease
In a world full of Ills.
From Jerusalem i wandered,
From the place of peace i strayed
And into the hands of thieves i fell.
Oh what hope was my future i asked.
Then out of a storm a Gentle whisper came,
The chastisement of your peace i Bore!
Oh what peace you often Forfeit!
Oh what needless pain you Bear!
The lily of the valley I am,
The prince of peace I am,
The keeper of Isreal I am.
Return to Jerusalem the place of PEACE,
The place where Mountains Surround,
Return to me and my peace I'd give to you
Putting your life back in one peace......
Composed by Esther Antai
08038319920
Contestant of cedars of Passion
May 2011 competition.
Wounded by the pain of the Past,
Bruised by the thief of the Future
And plagued by the fear of the unknown
I wandered through life
Seeking for a life of ease
In a world full of Ills.
From Jerusalem i wandered,
From the place of peace i strayed
And into the hands of thieves i fell.
Oh what hope was my future i asked.
Then out of a storm a Gentle whisper came,
The chastisement of your peace i Bore!
Oh what peace you often Forfeit!
Oh what needless pain you Bear!
The lily of the valley I am,
The prince of peace I am,
The keeper of Isreal I am.
Return to Jerusalem the place of PEACE,
The place where Mountains Surround,
Return to me and my peace I'd give to you
Putting your life back in one peace......
Composed by Esther Antai
08038319920
Contestant of cedars of Passion
May 2011 competition.
THE REBIRTH OF NIGERIA
Behold the rising sun!
Fell the peace in the Atmosphere
Brightness fell like the stars
The earth moved strickly to the commandment of change
As winged chariot hurry near
Rendering songs of peace.
Wonderful!oh how wonderful
Is a day like this
For a child is born
No wonder the ageing gets renewed in
amazement of the new born child
We no longer bargain away our conscience
in the market place under the
weight of poverty.
For the ambassadors of poverty are no more
The killers of our future are no more.
come! come and see!
The vegetative freshness blossomed
As mild as cinnamon
The fragrance of indian spice
came rolling in the air
Turning and turning
As the waters sang songs of victory
For the corrosive wars of corruption
has come to an end.
For we will no longer drink mud for water
and rats for food
Oh! what a peace.
For we will entangle ourselves into one ball in the
magic maze of change
Bringing to us all a new phase of life.
Composed by Deborah Bada.
Contestant of cedars of passion
May 2011 Competition.
Fell the peace in the Atmosphere
Brightness fell like the stars
The earth moved strickly to the commandment of change
As winged chariot hurry near
Rendering songs of peace.
Wonderful!oh how wonderful
Is a day like this
For a child is born
No wonder the ageing gets renewed in
amazement of the new born child
We no longer bargain away our conscience
in the market place under the
weight of poverty.
For the ambassadors of poverty are no more
The killers of our future are no more.
come! come and see!
The vegetative freshness blossomed
As mild as cinnamon
The fragrance of indian spice
came rolling in the air
Turning and turning
As the waters sang songs of victory
For the corrosive wars of corruption
has come to an end.
For we will no longer drink mud for water
and rats for food
Oh! what a peace.
For we will entangle ourselves into one ball in the
magic maze of change
Bringing to us all a new phase of life.
Composed by Deborah Bada.
Contestant of cedars of passion
May 2011 Competition.
Saturday, June 25, 2011
BEYOUND THE CLOUDS
Wondering through,
Dancing through,
Just walking by,
Not so far that he cannot hear,
His eyes can pierce through
Even the tiny details.
His hands are so near,
We can be wrapped in them
Have you stopped that your voice
May touch his ears
Have you laid down the burdens
and questions at his receiving feet?
His eyes and yours are the only ones
That travel with us everywhere.
Can we launch out without
Kissing his ears with our voices
Troubles behind, troubles before,
The breadth of his nostrils can
Bring them down.
From the simple utterances of our heart
Dead men have greeted the living as
Men raised their voices to God
The barren have welcomed babies as women raised
their voices before the altar.
Mountains can melt into plain ground
as we raise our voices to the highest...
Complaining,grumbling,murmuring,
Things will still stay the same.
Sitting, standing, or kneeling as we speak
into his heart we can get the map and
Blueprint for our lives.......
On bended knees Elijah saw his hands
in the clouds
And the rain came pouring down.
As we pray we can hold
the stormy winds in our hands
and receive grace to be messengers of peace.
As we pray the eternal hand can help us
live our ordinary lives as
Revelations are birth for the extraordinary.
Kiss his ears with your voice.....
Dancing through,
Just walking by,
Not so far that he cannot hear,
His eyes can pierce through
Even the tiny details.
His hands are so near,
We can be wrapped in them
Have you stopped that your voice
May touch his ears
Have you laid down the burdens
and questions at his receiving feet?
His eyes and yours are the only ones
That travel with us everywhere.
Can we launch out without
Kissing his ears with our voices
Troubles behind, troubles before,
The breadth of his nostrils can
Bring them down.
From the simple utterances of our heart
Dead men have greeted the living as
Men raised their voices to God
The barren have welcomed babies as women raised
their voices before the altar.
Mountains can melt into plain ground
as we raise our voices to the highest...
Complaining,grumbling,murmuring,
Things will still stay the same.
Sitting, standing, or kneeling as we speak
into his heart we can get the map and
Blueprint for our lives.......
On bended knees Elijah saw his hands
in the clouds
And the rain came pouring down.
As we pray we can hold
the stormy winds in our hands
and receive grace to be messengers of peace.
As we pray the eternal hand can help us
live our ordinary lives as
Revelations are birth for the extraordinary.
Kiss his ears with your voice.....
Thursday, June 23, 2011
THE STING OF IDLENESS
Looking out through the window called life
Saw a set of great people that were immovable
Stung by what seem pleasurable
But yet webbed in it.
Early to bed but yet the last to rise
with reservoir of excuse never ending
Always seeing impossibilities in various
Shapes and sizes
Which they have accurately built.
Unable to stop wishing their lives and good
Opportunities away
Immaculate give me fellows but never giving
Fantasying of wealth they have amassed in their slumber
oh, well beautified devil's workshop.
In the passage of time,the creator came to take
But like the fig tree, found no fruit therein
Buried six feet below with great treasure and wealth
Containing too much than the grave could carry,
they all withered away
I asked why, Oh why
And the reply was the THE STING OF IDLENESS.
Composed by UDUAK TONY,
2nd prize winner
cedars of passion poem competition
MAY 2011.
Saw a set of great people that were immovable
Stung by what seem pleasurable
But yet webbed in it.
Early to bed but yet the last to rise
with reservoir of excuse never ending
Always seeing impossibilities in various
Shapes and sizes
Which they have accurately built.
Unable to stop wishing their lives and good
Opportunities away
Immaculate give me fellows but never giving
Fantasying of wealth they have amassed in their slumber
oh, well beautified devil's workshop.
In the passage of time,the creator came to take
But like the fig tree, found no fruit therein
Buried six feet below with great treasure and wealth
Containing too much than the grave could carry,
they all withered away
I asked why, Oh why
And the reply was the THE STING OF IDLENESS.
Composed by UDUAK TONY,
2nd prize winner
cedars of passion poem competition
MAY 2011.
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