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Category: SPIRITUAL FOOD
Give Me A Drink
If I run
Can I run from myself?
If I escape
Can I escape from the memories?
If I am lost
Can I get lost in you?
If I loose it all
Can I be found in you?
The farther I run
To escape from past memories
The closer I get
To the lost me
Why am I being hurt
By the dead me
If I was already dead?
Maybe my idea of being reborn
Is informed by the dead
In any case, I need a new life
A renewed hope
I dont mean a new episode
Of the past shows
I need the whole new Script
One with all the acts written on the heart
How can I drink the new wine?
Should I even drink the wine?
Not the wine for stomach sake
But the drink that I thirst no more
Please give me a drink
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.
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.
MANY VOICES
I hear many voices
But who’s speaking?
Am I to listen to the voices
Or to know who’s speaking?
Will listening to the voices
Help me know who’s speaking?
Or will the voices
Distract me from who’s speaking?
Though my soul is constantly tormented by the surrounding voices
My dear heart pants to hear who’s speaking
Like the hungry soul of a pilgrim looking for direction
In a wilderness with many roads and deception
I wish I could be alone with no voices
But true silence only exist outside of the land of the living.
Please, who can help me filter these voices?
For my existence is tied to identifying and following the one who’s speaking.
Money Relationship
“And again I say to you, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God.”- Matthew 19:24 NKJV
“The love of money is the root of all kinds of evil. Some have wandered away from the faith and have impaled themselves with a lot of pain because they made money their goal.”- 1 Timothy 6:10 CEB
Is money evil?
Will Christian life be easier without money?
Should a Christian have money?
Money itself is NOT evil. In fact, money is good and according to King Solomon through the inspiration of the Holy Spirit, money is a defence (Ecclesiastes 7v12). Money is one of the blessings of GOD to be received with thanksgiving just like marriage and food (1 Timothy 4v3-4). Money, just like every other gifts of GOD only becomes an issue when we put our trust in it – when we begin to exalt the gift more than the Giver (Proverbs 11v28; Mark 10v24; 1 Timothy 6v17; Psalm 48v6-20).
Therefore, first of all, be contented with whatever you have and glorify GOD for and with it. For godliness with contentment is great wealth (1 Timothy 6v6).
Secondly, Jesus is not sad about His followers and joint-heirs having money, property or wealth as people usually misinterpreted from the conversation between Jesus and the rich young ruler (Matthew 19v15-30). He is only sad when our material possessions become our priority (take the place of GOD) in our lives. Have money, as much as possible under GOD, and use it (wealth) as a tool to serve GOD and further the advancement of the Gospel of Jesus Christ and His Kingdom.
Be the Joseph of Arimathaea (Mark 15v43-47; Matthew 27v57-61) and the Nicodemus (John 19v38-41) of your family, community and generation. By using your wealth, status and influence to better the lives of people & communities around you.
Grace be multiplied unto you!🙏
👑#MRCHRISLOVE
Dead To The Fear of Death
What is stronger than death if we will all die?
How strong is death if its part of life?
If we will die someday why should we be afraid of death?
Yet, we will not all die because One died for us all
He paid the prize so we will all become change for Him
We are dead to the fear of death
Death died before we were even born
And we resurrected with the power over death
Immortality is brought back to light
So let us let our lights so shine before men
That they see our fearlessness over death
And glorify the One who paid the prize
For death has no power over the risen
Happy Victory Life
Home Conscious, Not Homesick
In my Home, where I will be going
To a couple of Decades from now,
There is no Marriage.
Yet it is only marriage that takes you Home.
No! Actually, it is consummation of marriage that will take me Home.
That’s correct, there are neither bachelors nor divorcees at Home.
Singlehood is an allergy at Home
Dad being extravagantly loving
He surrounds us with naval officers in their ceremonial uniforms
To ensure that we remain married and our wedding gowns are shinely stainless.
We will be dwelling in the City whose streets are made of the purest of gold
Yet some siblings here like poverty
Well, good for them if poverty keep them married.
A period of absolute tranquility
There is neither sickness nor sorry
A place where there is no night
There is no need for a lamp nor sun light
Dad gives light overthere, so there is never power outage
As an heir to the throne, I will be living and reigning with my King to judge the world.
Feeding my King with the fruits of my lips will be my duty.
A musician you will call me
Then, my now cracky voice wil be perfectly auto-tuned
Serenading my King day and day nonstop.
A thousand years will be just for the honeymoon
And then forever we will live happily ever after!
This tale is not fairy.
But if you are a Thomas, please ask Bro John the Beloved!
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