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Unto him I give

To the one, the almighty God, To the one, who made the stars, the moon, The sun and all the heavenly bodies, To the one, who created man and woman, To the one, who breathe life to all mankind, To the one, who holds the heavens and the earth.

To the one, who knows all things, To the one, who gave His life for us, To the one, who was beaten for us, To the one, who was cursed on our behalf, To the one, who was nailed for our sins, To the one, who died so that we may not perish, To the one, who resurrected so that we may have life and hope.

To the one, who knows all things, To the one, who calms our storm, To the one, who listens to the prayer of his children, To the one, who gives comfort to the broken hearted, To the one, who heals the sick, To the one, who puts a smile upon the face of his children, To the one, who rewards every man according to his conduct, according to what his deeds deserve, To the one, who holds us when we are about to fall, To the one, who have mercy and forgives all sins, To the one, to the one who receives us back from where we strayed.

To Him be all glory, honor, power and praise forever and ever

The cry of the king.

Where are my people? Where are my beloveds?

With my hands, I have created them, With my hands, I have drawn them closer to myself.

Where are my people? Where are my beloveds? I laid down my life for them, But they mocked me in return, I spoke to them, But they would not listen.

Where are my people? Where are my beloveds?

I loved them, But they hated me in return, They disregarded my precious gift,

Was my flogging for pleasure? Was my death a waste? Was my blood shed for nothing?

Their sins expanded, They delight in doing wrong, Evil and wickedness is all they attain.

When will you my people, My chosen one, my beloved, Return to me?

Return to me and I’ll give you rest!

Jeremiah 18. (At the potter’s house). Point of reference: Romans 9:21. “Does not a potter have the right to make out of the same lump of clay some pottery for noble purposes and some for common use?”

THE POTTER’S HOUSE

As I walked down to the potter’s house, I saw him working at the wheel, First he settled a lump of clay, The potter spins the potters wheel round and round to whatever shape, Spun by pumping with his heel. He held his hands in a special way,

The clay began to form before my very eyes, A pot was born.

But suddenly, He stopped, His hands crushed down the clay.

That pot was destroyed, It was unfit for use, To be shaped a better way.

So with gentle hands he formed a new one, Molding it, As was best to him.

The clay called out “Oh please make me shapely, I want to be of a beautiful art, To be noticed on the shelf; Admired for all I am, Flattered for myself”.

But as clay is clay, It has no say, It is subject to the potter’s voice Fashioned by the master’s wisdom, For his perfect choice. SHALL WHAT IS FORMED SAY TO HIM WHO FORMED IT, HE DID NOT MAKE ME? CAN A POT SAY TO THE POTTER HE KNOWS NOTHING?

Like clay in the potter’s hand, So are we all, Whatever shape, is best, Either tall or short, Fat or slim.

WOE TO HIM WHO QUARRELS WITH HIS MARKER! God is the potter, and we are the clay, God spins the wheel, while holding tight; Safe in his hands, we rest.

Yet, Oh Lord, you are the potter, We are all The work of your hand!!!

God’s love

The love of God is far greater far, Than pen or tongue can say, Because He sent His son To take our sins away.

Immanuel, God with us, on earth? Our hearts can’t fully comprehend, How great love was manifest in the sending of his son.

But the bible tells us that He did, And it tells us how and when, In Bethlehem it came to pass, The time was as He planned.

No pomp or show was evident, Men slept all through the night, While the Son of God was been born, And angels proclaimed the light.

Many was the instrument God used in His own way, To bear the baby Jesus, On that first Christmas day.

Now through the years that follow, His life is manifest, To those who open to his love, He gives His perfect rest.

Mat our hearts be refreshed, And invigorated by God’s love, As we accept anew, His great gift to us, Jesus Christ His own dear son.

Who am I?

Who am I that God should love. Who am I that Jesus should to die in my place, He has shown me kindness, Once filled with guilt and stained with sin, Who am I? He took my place and gave me freedom.

He took the slaps, He was spat on, He took the beatings, Then a crown of thorns was place on his head, It pierced deep in to his skull, Nails went through his hands and legs, All this he did for me, Who am I that God should love,

I cherish my God, I cherish my saviour, I cherish the one, who created me in His likeness, I love you my God, Love paid the ransom for me.

Who am I that Christ should love, Who am I did he choose to become a friend, On life’s pathway, I am never lonely, Who am I that He goes to prepare a place for, Once like the wandering sheep, His love knows no end, This is love unspeakable.

Jesus, I am so grateful for your love, Thank you God for sending your only son, With joy, we mediate on the birth of our lord, Our hearts are over joyed, A saviour has been born, Born to us, His birth marked a new beginning, I’ll sing to the lord a new song for His undying love.

The woman with an issue of blood.

Today, I remember my pain, I remember my afflictions, I remember my rejections and I remember my distress.

In the prime of my youth, I had a terrible illness, I bled uncontrollable like a fresh wound.

Is any suffering like my suffering that was afflicted on me? Look around and see!

I was sent away from my husband’s house Like a woman who was caught in adultery, That is why I weep and my eyes overflow with tears, No one was near to comfort me, No one to give me hope.

I became the laughing stock of all my people, Yes! They mocked me in song all day long, Even in my father’s house, I was treated like an outcast.

I was known as the woman with an issue of blood.

I called to my friends, But they betrayed me, I stretched out my hands But there was no one to comfort me.

My eyes fail from weeping, I am in torment within, My heart is poured out on the ground, Because my people have rejected me.

Twelve years, I went through the same pain, The same rejection, The same betrayal, And the same tears.

Every night, I cried to the lord, “O lord, you have heard their insults, You have seen the wrong done to me, From the depth of the pit, I call to you, Do not close your ears to my cry for relief, You have heard when men say, Go away! You are unclean! Away! Away! Don’t touch us!

Heal me oh Lord and let my enemies be put to shame”

I said to my self, ‘The lord is my portion; Therefore I will wait for Him.’

Like a dream, Words of hope passed my ears,

My lord passes my way today.

Multitudes of people gathered all around Him, Wanting Him to touch them.

I said to myself, ‘If only I could touch the hem of his garment, I’d be healed.’

“Who touched me? My lord asked ‘It was I who touched you’

Then my lord said to me; ‘daughter, your faith has healed you, Go in peace and be freed from your suffering’

The lord has repaid me for the years the locust have eaten, The great locust and the young locust, The other locust and the locust swarm. All that I’ve spent has been restored unto me.

I give thanks to the lord, for he is good, his love endures forever.

No one whose hope is in you, Will ever be put to shame.

For I am confident of this: I will see the goodness of the lord in he land of the living.

Wait for the lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the lord!

To us a child is born (Isaiah 9)

To those in distress, there will be no more gloom, For honour will come to you, People walking in darkness and distress, Fear and anguish, Have seen a great light.

To those living in the land of the shadow of death, Light has dawned, Joy has increased, Men rejoice when counting their blessings.

For the yoke that has burden us has been rolled away, The rod of our oppressors have melted, Every garment rolled in the blood of guilt will be destined for burning, They will be fuel for fire.

Every white garment stained has been made clean by the blood of the lamb. ‘For unto us a child is born, to us a son is given, And the government of Nigeria will be upon His shoulders, And he will be called wonderful counselor, Mighty God, everlasting father, prince of peace. Of the increase of His government and peace there will be no end, He’ll reign on David’s kingdom establishing and upholding it with justice and righteousness from that time on and forever,

And the child was born!

The last wise man

Gently and quietly, I sat with my friends, Studying what goes on beyond our planet, On a cold winter night.

We have been doing this over the years, I could swear that I know the number of stars in the universe.

Look! A star! A new star! So bright and lovely, This could only mean one thing, A king is born to us!

We hurriedly packed our things and made haste to follow the star, We followed over the mountains and across the desert, First it seemed like an endless journey, But the star kept moving. As we journeyed through the cold night, I wondered what my gift would be to this newborn king.

A shout came from behind me, ‘If we find this new born king, I’d offer him my precious gift of gold’ Another exclaimed,” mine is going to be myrrh” Yet another “frankincense”

I was troubled within me, What gift would I offer to this king that has been born?

Silver and gold I do not have!

We arrived Bethlehem at the darkest hour, To our surprise, The star we had seen from the east has suddenly disappeared! What went wrong? We asked each other.

We headed to the palace of king Herod. We were anxious to know whether he knew something about this new king.

At first the palace seems empty and quiet. How on earth could a great king be born in a city and the people fell asleep? After we enquired, we set off.

Lo and behold, The star! We wasted no time and followed the star to the place called the manger.

On entering the manger, my friends opened their gifts of gold, myrrh and frankincense.

I drew closer to my king, I knelt before Him. I whispered in my savior’s ears: ‘My master and lord, I do not have anything to offer you, That will equate your statuses So I offer the gift of my heart and my service.

So at every Christmas, I remember my gift to the newborn king.

I treasure my Lord, king, He’s the source of all earth’s treasure: He opens to me the storehouse of divine resources.

“For unto us is born this day in the city of David a savior, Which is Christ the Lord”. Something to offer.

What kind of thanks do I offer at a time like this? You gave your life up for me when I was nothing, You made the breath so cheap that I did not have to pay for it,

When I look back, And seem not to remember what to thank you oh lord, I remember, That you had sent your only son to die, He took the slaps and flogging, not minding the pain, I can simply see the smile in his heart, And the words flow from his eyes:

“Once for all”

Hope was rekindled and hope was restored, Hope do I have to move on, What do I offer in thanks? All is nothing, But a gift of my heart would make the difference!

My deepest thoughts

Lord, in my deepest thoughts, I’ve wondered what you do up there When your child is crying in pain and anguish, What where you doing when great darkness have come upon me, Joy has departed from my heart and it is filled with sorrow and anger.

How long o lord! Will you watch me go through hell? Without your hand reaching out to help me?

Sometimes I wonder why you would want me to Go through this pain that you may proof a point,

Lord for how long must I wait, For how long must I tarry? For how long must I weep for things to come by?

My eyes o lord has shed tears of bitterness,

I’ve been trampled, I’ve been cursed, I’ve been looked down upon, You see all these and you keep silent,

I’ve searched but I can’t find you, I’ve searched aimlessly and my legs have grown weak And filled with sore, My strength have failed, I am just like the sheep taken to the altar about to be slain.

Anytime I close my eyes, I see destruction knocking at my doorstep, Lord, please help me! My pains have increased and my troubles have multiplied, My heart quakes at every instance, My head have been buried in shame.

Lord wherever you are, What ever you do, Come quickly and help me Before death come and overtake me.

Help me to open my eyes to see you, Help me to open my ears to hear you, When you call my name, Give me more courage to continue to wait no matter how long it takes, Consider my request I lay before you.

Lord, I plead that you will give me the reason to live No matter what comes my way. All for Jesus

All for Jesus will I give my praise, All for Jesus, My hours and days, For his love never fades

All for Jesus, My eyes and mind shall be fixed in you, How wonderful have you been to me, I give my all to you.

All for Jesus Will I tell others of how He laid down his life, His love that knows no end, All for Jesus, All for Jesus!

God’s love

The love of God is far greater far, Than pen or tongue can say, Because He sent His son To take our sins away.

Immanuel, God with us, on earth? Our hearts can’t fully comprehend, How great love was manifest in the sending of his son.

But the bible tells us that He did, And it tells us how and when, In Bethlehem it came to pass, The time was as He planned.

No pomp or show was evident, Men slept all through the night, While the Son of God was been born, And angels proclaimed the light.

Many was the instrument God used in His own way, To bear the baby Jesus, On that first Christmas day.

Now through the years that follow, His life is manifest, To those who open to his love, He gives His perfect rest.

Mat our hearts be refreshed, And invigorated by God’s love, As we accept anew, His great gift to us, Jesus Christ His own dear son.

Who am I?

Who am I that God should love. Who am I that Jesus should to die in my place, He has shown me kindness, Once filled with guilt and stained with sin, Who am I? He took my place and gave me freedom.

He took the slaps, He was spat on, He took the beatings, Then a crown of thorns was place on his head, It pierced deep in to his skull, Nails went through his hands and legs, All this he did for me, Who am I that God should love,

I cherish my God, I cherish my saviour, I cherish the one, who created me in His likeness, I love you my God, Love paid the ransom for me.

Who am I that Christ should love, Who am I did he choose to become a friend, On life’s pathway, I am never lonely, Who am I that He goes to prepare a place for, Once like the wandering sheep, His love knows no end, This is love unspeakable.

Jesus, I am so grateful for your love, Thank you God for sending your only son, With joy, we mediate on the birth of our lord, Our hearts are over joyed, A saviour has been born, Born to us, His birth marked a new beginning, I’ll sing to the lord a new song for His undying love.

The woman with an issue of blood.

Today, I remember my pain, I remember my afflictions, I remember my rejections and I remember my distress.

In the prime of my youth, I had a terrible illness, I bled uncontrollable like a fresh wound.

Is any suffering like my suffering that was afflicted on me? Look around and see!

I was sent away from my husband’s house Like a woman who was caught in adultery, That is why I weep and my eyes overflow with tears, No one was near to comfort me, No one to give me hope.

I became the laughing stock of all my people, Yes! They mocked me in song all day long, Even in my father’s house, I was treated like an outcast.

I was known as the woman with an issue of blood.

I called to my friends, But they betrayed me, I stretched out my hands But there was no one to comfort me.

My eyes fail from weeping, I am in torment within, My heart is poured out on the ground Because my people have rejected me.

Twelve years, I went through the same pain, The same rejection, The same betrayal, And the same tears.

Every night, I cried to the lord, “O lord, you have heard their insults, You have seen the wrong done to me, From the depth of the pit, I call to you, Do not close your ears to my cry for relief, You have heard when men say, Go away! You are unclean! Away! Away! Don’t touch us!

Heal me oh Lord and let my enemies be put to shame”

I said to my self, ‘The lord is my portion; Therefore I will wait for Him.’

Like a dream, Words of hope passed my ears,

My lord passes my way today.

Multitudes of people gathered all around Him, Wanting Him to touch them.

I said to myself, ‘If only I could touch the hem of his garment, I’d be healed.’

“Who touched me? My lord asked ‘It was I who touched you’

Then my lord said to me; ‘daughter, your faith has healed you, Go in peace and be freed from your suffering’

The lord has repaid me for the years the locust have eaten, The great locust and the young locust, The other locust and the locust swarm. All that I’ve spent has been restored unto me.

I give thanks to the lord, for he is good, his love endures forever.

No one whose hope is in you, Will ever be put to shame.

For I am confident of this: I will see the goodness of the lord in he land of the living.

Wait for the lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the lord!

The last wise man

Gently and quietly, I sat with my friends, Studying what goes on beyond our planet, On a cold winter night.

We have been doing this over the years, I could swear that I know the number of stars in the universe.

Look! A star! A new star! So bright and lovely, This could only mean one thing, A king is born to us!

We hurriedly packed our things and made haste to follow the star, We followed over the mountains and across the desert, First it seemed like an endless journey, But the star kept moving. As we journeyed through the cold night, I wondered what my gift would be to this newborn king.

A shout came from behind me, ‘If we find this new born king, I’d offer him my precious gift of gold’ Another exclaimed,” mine is going to be myrrh” Yet another “frankincense”

I was troubled within me, What gift would I offer to this king that has been born?

Silver and gold I do not have!

We arrived Bethlehem at the darkest hour, To our surprise, The star we had seen from the east has suddenly disappeared! What went wrong? We asked each other.

We headed to the palace of king Herod. We were anxious to know whether he knew something about this new king.

At first the palace seems empty and quiet. How on earth could a great king be born in a city and the people fell asleep? After we enquired, we set off.

Lo and behold, The star! We wasted no time and followed the star to the place called the manger.

On entering the manger, my friends opened their gifts of gold, myrrh and frankincense.

I drew closer to my king, I knelt before Him. I whispered in my savior’s ears: ‘My master and lord, I do not have anything to offer you, That will equate your statuses So I offer the gift of my heart and my service.

So at every Christmas, I remember my gift to the newborn king.

I treasure my Lord, king, He’s the source of all earth’s treasure: He opens to me the storehouse of divine resources.

“For unto us is born this day in the city of David a savior, Which is Christ the Lord”.

WORDS OF COMFORT. This poem is not meant to be somber or sad; it is meant as a Celebration of a life. A life that was too short.

Losing a loved one to death, is beyond our reasoning, we can never understand fully the complete loss you feel, Which is coupled with hopelessness, confusion, anger and bitterness. It consumes your very soul, to the point that you feel you will never recover from it.

But through all these, we all try to fall back on this belief that everything happens for a reason, but that holds no comfort for me or perhaps for you, For I will never understand the reason why she/he was taken so soon. And if I live forever I never will. The only way we can all pass through these pressing times is to depend on the strength of God’s love.

I pray that as you take time to pay attention to the words of this poem, may it bring more comfort to you!

THE STRENGTH OF GOD'S LOVE

THERE ARE THOSE TIMES WHEN EVERYTHING LOOKS SO BLEAK

WHEN ALL HOPE DISAPPEARS AND FALLS DOWN TO YOUR FEET,

BUT THAT IS WHERE IT BEGINS AND YOU MUST BE BOLD,

FOR THIS SADNESS DOES ALL FADE WHEN YOU TAKE HOLD,

TO THE HAND THAT'S BEFORE YOU AT YOUR TIME OF DESPAIR,

THE GRACE OF GOD'S LOVE WILL TAKE YOU FROM THERE.

SO WHEN YOU THINK EVERYTHING IS GONE, JUST KNOW THAT HE CARES AND

THE STRENGTH OF GOD'S LOVE WILL TAKE YOU FROM THERE.

YES,

THE STRENGTH OF GOD'S LOVE WILL TAKE YOU FROM THERE.

Prayer

Merciful father, You alone can stand, When you stand, the whole earth trembles and worship you, No wonder you call yourself the first and the last, You are the defender of the widows, You are the father of the fatherless, We are like sheep before you, We regard you as our Shepard. Wherever you lead, That’s where we follow. There is no like you, With your fingertips you placed the stars and the moon, With your mighty power you place the earth on nothing, Then who can stand and boast?

Our most high, Evil prevails and evil men are at rampage! Oh God, declare war on the wicked, Let them know they are but men, Blot the eyes of these wicked men so that they may never come near the tent of your children, In the land you have given us to dwell, Prosper us, And let the wicked be ashamed and die in hunger. Watch over us, Because, the watchmen watch in vain.

The lords love

I heard a cry but saw no one I heard a voice but saw no one I felt a hand in mine but saw no one I had pain in my legs and but it felt as if I was walking on air And yet I saw no one

The cry I heard was mine as I cried out in pain The voice I heard was lord Jesus saying keep calm The hand I felt was the lord’s hand holding mine with love and care The lord was holding and carrying me to safety

Praise the lord

My Jesus cares for me

My Jesus cares for me, Through my darkest hour he stood beside me, He held my hand so that I may never fall, He speaks to me when hope begins to fade, He gave me life when I sought for one, He gave me joy, When all things go wrong, He’s always there to comfort me.

Many nights I cried, He was there to wipe every tear, Telling me “it’s going to be ok”, He makes me smile, When laughter was far from me. My friends mocked me, But you my lord was ever present, You were my shield in times of trouble, My great deliverer.

Who is like my Jesus? Who can care like he does? When my heart was weak and sad, He made me see love, When my doctors said there was no hope, He gave me hope, and healed me, When danger kept calling, He never allowed my feet to strike against the stone, No one can care for me like Jesus, No one is as kind as He, No one can take the sin and darkness from me, O how my Jesus cares for me!

Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, He lifts me up when am down.

Thank you my friend, Thank you my savior, Thank you for your care. Fleeting days

Some days and nights are long, A day could be more than 24hrs, If only my anguish could be weighed and all my misery be put on a scale, It would surely outweigh the sand on the seas.

If only my heart could be opened for anyone who cares to look, Then all who look will wonder and be amazed. Times will come when the heart of men will fail and that time has approached.

I lie on a bed of pain, And I stand on a ground of disappointment, My head is buried in shame and my heart is pierced.

There were times I alter words, which makes no meaning, There were times when I would lay like a corpse and wake up only to find that my days are fleeting. In my heart lies a man drunk in pain and shame.

Who can make my dark clouds bright? Who can make my broken spirit alive? Who can love me like I really need to be loved?

The lord God will take the pain away, Though I’ve been searching for a long time, Searching for whom can step in the nick of time, For His promises are sure. I’ll will not forget you or leave you, In my arms I’ll hold you! As I Am

Lord take me as I am, Take me as I am: Guilty, helpless and stained by sin; Lord, take me as I am.

Lord fill me as I am- Fill me as I am, This empty vessel I yield to you: Lord fill me as I am.

Lord use me as I am: I want to serve you all my days: Lord use me as I am.

The blind man

Over the years, I thought my birth was a mistake, How can a human be born blind? Darkness covered every part of me,

When I was young, I would hear the other kids play, While I lay in darkness.

My parents abandoned me, I was not useful to them, I could not learn a trade, Neither could I run errands.

I was left on the street to roam, I never knew the way back home, I was cold and lonely, Hungry and tired.

I called to my father, But there was no response, I cried out to my mother, But she never came to me.

Was I cursed with blindness? Was my sin too much to be atoned for?

There was no reason to go on living.

At the street I was left, I stayed and begged for arms, I was in a hopeless situation, When the rains fell, It fell on me, When the sun heats, It heats on my baldhead.

I lived in the streets like one without a father or mother, I slept in places not fit for humans, I lay with animals and ate their found.

I am blind bartimaeus.

As I sat, leaning on the walls, Stories of Jesus, son of David pass through my ears, Today Jesus comes to town.

As Jesus passed, I shouted “Jesus, son of David have mercy on me” The people, the crowd and his disciples tried to shout me down, But I cried the more, “Jesus, son of David, have mercy on me”

Then Jesus asked that I should be brought to Him, He asked me, “What do you want me to do for you?” This was a moment of truth, I’d have asked for silver or gold, I’d have asked for all the riches in the world, But I asked for what was beyond gold, silver and all the riches in the world, I said, “ Rabbi, I want to see” He touch my eyes, For the very first time I opened my eyes I felt like a new born baby, I followed Him because he told me, Go, your faith has healed you.

Over the hills, Over the mountains, I told people of this Jesus.

For once I was blind, But now I can see.

Lessons from life

Ever since I was a child growing up, Hard times are all I knew, I had to sit back and watch how people work themselves to their grave. Nothing easy ever came for them.

They always had a heart and kept a smile on their face.

Life is like a newborn baby, Struggling to come out of His mother’s womb, Life is a struggle true enough, But after the entire struggling one have done, And after all the hell one have been through, There is success!

Life is like a big struggle, So just keep faith, And then focus on your goals.

Don’t let life beat you or you’d be working around like a walking corpse, Keep pushing, Keep trying, Life can be whatever you want it to be, You can achieve or conquer anything it throws at you, You can’t quit or give up, You got to keep on working, Look higher some way, Somehow you are going to make it.

So, trust in the Lord with all your heart, And lean not in your own understanding, in all your ways acknowledge Him And He will direct your path.

A parent’s wish

If perhaps I had my child to raise all over again, I would build self-esteem first and then the house later, I’d point the finger less, I’d correct and connect more, I’d tell my child the way he/she should go, So that when he/she is old, They will never depart from it, I’d show more love and care, I’d learn to listen and trust more.

If perhaps I had a my child to raise all over again, I’d teach my child how bad company corrupts good moral, I’d take my child more often to the church, So that one day, he/she may say, ‘I was glad when they say to me, let us go to the house of the Lord’.

I’d tell my child the great stories of the bible, I’d tell my child how God gave us a gift, How Jesus-God’s son sacrificed His life that we may have eternal life.

I’d tell my child that there is a way that seems right to a man, but the end thereof is death. I’d let my child know that heaven is the place where true believers of Jesus go and hell is a place for the wicked and sinners.

We cannot turn back the hands of time, but we start to make a difference in my child’s life. The blind man

Over the years, I thought my birth was a mistake, How can a human be born blind? Darkness covered every part of me,

When I was young, I would hear the other kids play, While I laid in darkness.

My parents abandoned me, I was not useful to them, I could not learn a trade, Neither could I run errands.

I was left on the street to roam, I never knew the way back home, I was cold and lonely, Hungry and tired.

I called to my father, But there was no response, I cried out to my mother, But she never came to me.

Was I cursed with blindness? Was my sin too much to be atoned for?

There was no reason to go on living.

At the street I was left, I stayed and begged for arms, I was in a hopeless situation, When the rains fell, It fell on me, When the sun heats, It heats on my baldhead.

I lived in the streets like one without a father or mother, I slept in places not fit for humans, I lay with animals and ate their found.

I am blind bartimaeus.

As I sat, leaning on the walls, Stories of Jesus, son of David pass through my ears, Today Jesus comes to town.

As Jesus passed, I shouted “Jesus, son of David have mercy on me” The people, the crowd and his disciples tried to shout me down, But I cried the more, “Jesus, son of David, have mercy on me”

Then Jesus asked that I should be brought to Him, He asked me, “What do you want me to do for you?” This was a moment of truth, I’d have asked for silver or gold, I’d have asked for all the riches in the world, But I asked for what was beyond gold, silver and all the riches in the world, I said, “ Rabbi, I want to see” He touch my eyes, For the very first time I opened my eyes I felt like a new born baby, I followed Him because he told me, Go, your faith has healed you.

Over the hills, Over the mountains, I told people of this Jesus.

For once I was blind, But now I can see.

Lessons from life

Ever since I was a child growing up, Hard times are all I knew, I had to sit back and watch how people work themselves to their grave. Nothing easy ever came for them.

They always had a heart and kept a smile on their face.

Life is like a newborn baby, Struggling to come out of His mother’s womb, Life is a struggle true enough, But after the entire struggling one have done, And after all the hell one have been through, There is success!

Life is like a big struggle, So just keep faith, And then focus on your goals.

Don’t let life beat you or you’d be working around like a walking corpse, Keep pushing, Keep trying, Life can be whatever you want it to be, You can achieve or conquer anything it throws at you, You can’t quit or give up, You got to keep on working, Look higher some way, Somehow you are going to make it.

So, trust in the Lord with all your heart, And lean not in your own understanding, in all your ways acknowledge Him And He will direct your path.

A parent’s wish

If perhaps I had my child to raise all over again, I would build self-esteem first and then the house later, I’d point the finger less, I’d correct and connect more, I’d tell my child the way he/she should go, So that when he/she is old, They will never depart from it, I’d show more love and care, I’d learn to listen and trust more.

If perhaps I had a my child to raise all over again, I’d teach my child how bad company corrupts good moral, I’d take my child more often to the church, So that one day, he/she may say, ‘I was glad when they say to me, let us go to the house of the Lord’.

I’d tell my child the great stories of the bible, I’d tell my child how God gave us a gift, How Jesus-God’s son sacrificed His life that we may have eternal life.

I’d tell my child that there is a way that seems right to a man, but the end thereof is death. I’d let my child know that heaven is the place where true believers of Jesus go and hell is a place for the wicked and sinners.

We cannot turn back the hands of time, but we start to make a difference in a child’s life.

Lord, don’t you care?

The question that comes to heart, When all things seem to go very wrong, Don’t you care? This is the most telling question when it seems like a fierce storm threatens to sink my life, All I’d say is ‘Lord, don’t you care?’ When it seems like the Lord was ignoring my situation, And my heart was sinking in darkness, Lord, don’t you care?

I am overwhelmed by circumstances, Who can come to my rescue? Where can I go in search of solution? Who will be there to catch me when I’m about to fall?

All I could hear is that fierce storm, Which threatens to sink my life down, But when the Lord will calm my storm and speaks to me, I’ll realize that I have much more to learn about His compassion form e, Because I know He really cares!

Look to the lamb!

O you weary man, You’ve been tied down by burdens, There’s no one to help lift your burdens, It seem like the road is long, And you long to be free, Look to the lamb, That Lamb of God.

You woman, You face all trials on this earth, And it seems you cannot bear these burdens alone, Look to the lamb, That Lamb of God.

O my youth, See how the evil of the world allures you, And your heart is tempted to sin, What you asked for is not given, All your needs are not provided, Look to the lamb, That Lamb of God.

All you people, Who are charmed by the world delight, Leave the path of sin, Leave strife, All those that are sick, All those are struck by the serpent, Wounded by the sword, Tied down by great chains, Look to the lamb, That Lamb of God.

Come to the Lamb of God where all your tears will be wiped away, Where peace reigns, The lamb, He speaks, Everyone that believes are saved, His hand draws us closer to Him.

The lamb, what a friend, He never fails, When you need Him, He’s always there, Talk to Him about all your burdens, He’ll lift them, He will wipe every tear from your eyes, He’ll watch over you both night and day, All you need do- Look to the lamb, That Lamb of God.

The bible.

This is the greatest book ever written, It contains the mind of God, The state of man, The way of salvation, The doom of sinners, And the happiness of believers.

Its doctrine is holy, Its precepts are binding, Its histories are true, And its decision is immutable.

Read it to be wise, Believe it to be safe, And practice it to be holy.

The bible contains light to direct you, Food to support you, And comfort to cheer you.

The bible is a traveler’s map, The pilgrim’s staff, The pilot’s compass, The soldier’s sword, And the Christian’s character---written by my dad

New Jerusalem-the heavenly city

What a city that will be, No slums or saloon there, No hospitals or jails, No poor or oppressed ones, The very things that curse our great cities here, Will be absent in heaven.

The city, which God has prepared, is as imperishable as its inhabitants and materials, It’s pearl; it’s jasper, its pure gold, Are only immortal to frame the abode of immortals. No cry of death is in any of its dwellings, No funerals darken any of its ways, No sepulchers of the holiest relics gleam among the everlasting hills.

The streets of the heavenly city are of pure gold, Its homes are mansions; its inhabitants are holy and happy, It was not built with hands, And it will not grow hoary with in the years of time. It is a city whose inhabitance no census has numbered, And through whore streets no tide of business runs.

It is a city without births or burials, Without marriages or mourning, It is a city that glories in having Jesus for its king, Angels for its guards, Saints for its citizens; And whose walls are salvations, And whose gates is praise! andrew oluseye oguntolu 08032866603 nigeria