THE GOOSE OF THE MORNING

A special poetry collaboration between MrChrislove™ & Desoba
It's in the warm cocoon of my shell
Nestled to the river by my Abba
It's in the secure protection of His presence
Wading off harm as i hatch into His image
It's in His steps that I find mine
It's in Him that I know who I am
My true identity In Christ Jesus
Understanding the inheritance of the Saints

Thousands of souls perishing daily 
Because we are too scared to be
The goose of the morning
On the street of this wicked generation we are living
Though we've been called
To shine in the midst of the darkness
And as salt that prepare and preserve the earth
For my king’s coming
From my waddling feets to my gurgling quacks
My steps gain strength and my voice depth
And with vigorous awakening,
I arise to the dawn of the morning.
Ready to run the race set before me,
Ready for the migration ahead.

I am anything but afraid 
For my identity makes me walk in the enemy’s territory
they have been crippled like scarecrows with handless hands
I glean on the greenest of planes
For a table has already been set before me
I thread like royalty on dangerous roads
For my Abba’s angels have charge over me.
Like a Queen, slowly I walk
Radiating my splendor and glory of identity

I am far from pride or stupidity 
I am a symbol of courage and grace
I am the goose of the morning.

ORGANIC CHEMISTRY

We prefer organic chemistry 

Because as carbon copies of his image

We appreciate the chemical reactions

Between freewills in a neutral environment

But organic chemistry seems to be a pretty difficult course these days

Especially with the level of scrutiny

And pontifical supervisors.


Every step or activity is closely monitored

With tinted glasses and supposedly perfect lenses

Like you're a covid patient

About to attend a social gathering

And if we don't understand your condition

It is best we quarantine you to save the flock

Even your father's house feels like a prison house

"We want you to be free to move around

But be careful how you move your legs"


Sometimes it feels like the best way to enjoy your father's heritage

Is to demand your share prematurely

And move out of the house

But do you want to be the prodigal son reincarnate?

Now, back to organic chemistry

By now you should have developed strong compounds like your mates

But we are going to make the conditions tougher for you

By minimizing chemical interactions

Because we want the very best for you

Afterall, what does an Art Bachelor knows about Organic Chemistry?
Afterall, what does an Art Bachelor knows about Organic Chemistry?

A Place Of Rest

A Psalm of Chrislove 
The Son of Grace
When heart fainted after him

I need for myself a place of rest 

A place where my heart is stayed

In my moment of trials and disappointments

In my moment of loss and hopelessness

I need for myself a place of rest

A place where I can call home

A place where my weaknesses

Will be exchanged for strengths

A place where my weary soul

Shall find peace and rest.
My heart is stayed on you, Lord!

In you rest my helpless heart

Preserve my soul from hell

Fill my heart with your wisdom

Endow me with special gifts

Strengthen my faith

Enlarge my heart in love

Revive my prayer life

Cleanse my life from every form of pride

Let me prosper and flourish in your ways.
Help me function in your abilities 

Let my life honour and glorify you always

Fill my mouth with your testimonies

My lips with songs of thanksgiving

My soul with praise and worship

And my feet with dancing

And my household with hymns of rejoicing

Let the gentiles behold your splendor

Upon me and come to magnify your name

Let others publicize your goodness in my life.

The Prayer of Chrislove™

 This is 
The Prayer of Chrislove™
THE SON OF GLORY
12:42 AM CST
July 10, 2021
May the abundant grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, his peace which transcends all understanding, and his unfeignedly extravagant love preserve us in his righteousness through all the storms, joys and beauties of life in Jesus name. Amen!
🕊🙏🏽💎👑🤍🦅🌹

WILL YOUR ANCHOR HOLD?

Will your anchor holds

When the tempest rage?

When storms of life are thundering on

Will you still be standing

When all said and done?

Are you properly anchored

On the Rock of Ages

Or your anchor rot with ages?

– – – –

Are you anchored on the rock of Ages or your anchor rot with ages?

Who is in your boat?

Is the Prince of Peace

Your master in your journey of life?

Or you are serving mammon

The god of your belly?

Do you trust in your horses and chariot

And the arms of flesh?

Or you look up to the Heavens

And depend on “I Am” – the Good Shepherd?

– – – –

Life is constantly changing

But is your faith fixed on his steadfast love?

There is a time to be filled

And a time to be thirsty

But those who drink from his cup

Shall never thirst again

For he will be in them a fountain of water

Springing up into endless life.

– – – –

Is your treasures stored on the earth

Where moth and rust destroy

And policies and tweets depreciate it?

Join our team, lay your treasures on above

Where no moth, rust, Tweet or government

Can destroy or devalue

For where your treasures are, there be your heart

And your heart will fail you not by the news.

– – – –

Are you tired and weary with the burden of life?

Come to Jesus – the Burden Bearer

Confess your sins and ask him for forgiveness

Declare with your mouth: Jesus is Lord

Believe in your heart that God raised him from death

And he will save and give you rest

Write your name in the Lamb’s Book of Life

And Anchor you through the storms of life.

THE STATE OF MANKIND

When I look at

The state of mankind

How God has given him

A few years to live and prepare

For eternity as a memory

I feel pity and sorrow for the younger me

Who was taught to believe that

“Youth is the time to experiment with life”

I guess I’m just another victim of Lucifer’s lies.

When you are young

You can almost say or do anything

And get away with it

But when you become an adult

You will be held accountable and responsible

For everything you say or do

Including the one you said or did as a youth

So I ask myself [and probably you reading this]

Is youth really a season to experiment with life?