Category: Poetry

Spokenword Sunday – This Life

Bow down before God in worship

Bow down before God in worship

This life, oh this life.

I might just laugh when I think about this life,

Laughter of the laughing laughers,

The giggles I giggled and the many sniggering after.

Smiles I formed on my face, its my Lord’s grace.

I may just cry when I think about this life,

Most of these are tears of joy,

The few that rarely fall but come falling like a flood,

Are tears for God.

Like if he’d never brought me here,

And imagine where I was last year,

And some mouths won’t say happy New Year,

2013 is but a could have been for another lost teen…

I might fall on my knees,

And pardon me please if I dance a little off beat,

Excuse me if I go down a little too low,

When my spirit’s joy shows.

But I have this Heavenly glow now,

He did the unthinkable and I don’t even know how.

Where I was coming from, the devil pulled our strings,

Tried to steal my victory, and make my spirit lean.

Too bad for the devil, how his plan did back fire,

What began as here we go again, ended with me serving the messiah.

I might just laugh when I think about this life,

I may just cry when I think about this life.

My spirit’s joy is overwhelming,

He came out of nowhere and held me.

He made me perfect in my imperfection,

And gave me all the love and affection.

I don’t know about you, but I can’t help the way I feel about God,

I’m so in love with Jesus, I said I’m so in love with Jesus.

Oh I might laugh, I may just cry,

For my sake, for my sake, for your sake, for our sake,

The Heavenly Father died.

By his resurrection, by his blood, We survive.

amen in Jesus name

Spokenword Sunday – Pleasing God

Psalm 1:1-6

I’m pleased because of how your 1st class degree in biomedical science,

Hasn’t stopped you from being an usher,

How you raise you head high, directing others to the altar.

I’m pleased because of how you fear no evil in my name,

And rebuke demons through my grace.

You don’t shudder, when darkness lurks,

A child of light, my Father does unimaginable works.

I’m pleased by your ability to sit quietly,

Even when you think that you are right,

Better still when you know you are.

I’m pleased with you, for the persecution you took for my name’s sake

The odd stares and the empty sympathising from the lost,

The shaking of heads, as they carry sins weight.

I’m pleased because you turned down that six figure salary,

Because they asked you to dishonour the Sabbath,

You said “everyday is holy, but you should understand, Sunday is like Father’s day to me”.

I’m please because you’re slow to speak and slow to anger,

I’m pleased when you say “na thanks”, to the most sort after invitation to the party of the year.

I’m pleased because you didn’t approach Brother A,

Despite your craving emotions,

Even if he did smile at you a little longer than the others.

I’m pleased because you respected Sister B, all the way to the altar,

Abstaining and patiently waiting, without falter.

I’m pleased with your boldness among those who believe the least,

You boast about your God and shame the beast.

And your humility among those who believe the most,

Humble servant of Lord of hosts.

I’m pleased with you for giving up your favourite tv show,

Fasting, and putting your body under control

I’m pleased by how little the pride you acquire, and how great your gratefulness for my grace and sacrifice,

That I admire.

And when my father sends me, on the day of judgement,

I will know you, and I will speak merrily of you,

Because I’m so pleased with you.

Amen

Spokenword Sunday – YOLO

Drake yolo

You Only Live Once

How many people here have heard that saying?

Who doesn’t know what the acronym YOLO represents?

You only live once

You only live once

It came to me as I was watching some inspiring Christian poetry

I realised how the devil really works

How he can take a strong warning and distort it into the end of every joke

The excuse for every foolish and selfish act

Who benefits from your yolo-ing?

Don’t you know that there is only one beneficiary to sin, the devil,

He gains another soul in hell

Do we even listen to the things that come out of our mouths?

Christ told us, this is what defiles a man

You only live once

Do you understand what that means,

That means that if the floor were to separate and swallow us all,

That’s it

No clubbing tomorrow,

You won’t have the opportunity to complain about your weight

Or the fact that your new iphone five, causing suicides in China,

Selling at prices enough to feed villages in Africa,

Stopped working

You won’t be able to worry about who is or is not whatsapping you

where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth

And I guess I’m a hypocrite because my phone cost me over £400

How ironic that I should struggle to pay my rent some months and carry the value  in the palm of my hand.

You only live once,

Try weed, try drugs, have sex with him and her too

Do whatever you want to do because you only live once

Tattoo only God can judge me

Just to show how daring and creative you can be

But only God can judge you and don’t worry he will

You’ll have the opportunity to explain to him why you felt so strongly about judgement that you needed to permanently mark it on the walls of his temple

Cause our body is his temple

YOLO

We don’t even think about what those four letters mean

If you’re given the grace to understand then please understand

Yes its true this body only survives one life time, but your spirit is eternal

It would have been better for some if they hadn’t been born because by being born you’ve enter a contract forever

You’ll always be in existence

I’m not saying yolo-ing is wrong, I yolo often

Saying things I don’t want to say because of human fear, that I know I have to say because of God because I’ll only live on this earth once

I won’t have the opportunity to come back and do things the right way having learned of hell

The guy you spent half of your teenage years chasing, the image you almost killed yourself for,

They won’t matter once death comes

Is it me or does it seem sensible to utilize this life on earth, that we only have to live once, to do things that will save us from burning for eternity

In fact I am mostly talking to myself here

Because I know I’ve ended a stupid decision with the word YOLO!

Do you know how many people have taken some drug just once and died, they know the true meaning of YOLO

Said the wrong thing and been in the wrong place at the wrong time and had life snatched away from them

You Only Live Once

Prepare for Battle

‘God’s word is alive and working and is sharper than a double-edged sword. It cuts all the way into us, where the soul and spirit are joined, to the center of our joints and bones. And it judges the thoughts and feelings in our hearts. Nothing in all the world can be hidden from God. Everything is clear and lies open before him, and to him we must explain the way we have lived.’ Hebrews 4:12 – 13 (WEB)

Have mercy on me Father,

For my flesh hungers for destruction,

Battle ah go between the spirit and the flesh

Today one wins, yesterday the other prevailed

Meaningless are the battles, so long as the war is God’s

Redeemer fight for me, because I fear I am too weak

I ask and plead for strength

Because this loneliness is one never experienced before

And my flesh cries out in desolation

My spirit whimpers,  as I lust and want

Not as wanting itself would want

What paradox am I, what contradiction

That God the creator of love’s love should not be enough?

So I wipe away my tears again

I repent again

And I prepare for battle again, because so long as we are on this earth,

The flesh will persist in trying

So the spirit likewise must not surrender

Pray watchfully , do not sleep

Only to wake up in sin.

I’ll take your slander in my stride

I won’t crumble inside

No, there won’t be shrapnel for you to keep a souvenir

And I was a fool in lust

I will be humble in love

How sweet was the bitter tasting sin?

A snare misconstrued for a smile

I’ll just go home this time

No, when you return I won’t be nervously waiting

No soldier waits idly for battle,

No man waits for death

I’m putting on my armour,

How will I die when I serve the living word?

Bone and Flesh

Genesis 2:23 – 25 ‘The man said, “This is now bone of my bones, and flesh of my flesh. She will be called ‘woman,’ because she was taken out of Man.” Therefore  a man will leave his father and his mother, and will join with his wife, and they will be one flesh. They were both naked, the man and his wife, and were not ashamed.’

Is it asking a lot of you,

Is it asking a lot of you, I’m sorry,

I apologise for being impatient, but is it asking a lot of you?

Maybe you don’t understand where I’m coming from,

I’ve only just started understanding myself, but still is it asking a lot?

Just a few moments of your undivided attention,

me alone with your honesty just for a short while –

Maybe a life time.

My head resting on your shoulder and our heart beats performing a duet.

Respect me, defend my virtue.

Your smell, becoming part of the air around me,

stay, stay for longer than some wasted months.

Tell me what I want to hear,

is it asking a lot?

Quote some scriptures to me, abstain from sin with me.

Leave my body to feel the colds of winter and the heat of summer,

educate my mind and spirit.

Perhaps you could take the time to appreciate my vulnerability instead of finding flaws in me

Is it asking a lot?

Let’s not bother pointing fingers, it’s just YOU and ME.

And while you beat your chest and stomp your feet,

your voice booming, and your touch weakening,

throwing around your wise words with the ones that hurt –

Remember I am part of you

Bone of your bones.

Flesh of your flesh.

Answer me.