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!

WHEN I SEE DARKNESS

When I looked outside my window

I saw enemies with their hatred

And weapons to attack my vision

But I am not disturbed by them

Because I am living with I AM

And surrounded by His Shield

Of Love and Chariots of Fire

With the Chariots of Fire,

I am protected by I AM even with

My little faith like the mustard seed.

With His shield of Love,

I am ignited by Grace to blossom

As the light that the enemies need

To come to the Light of Love.

Therefore, the darkness that I thought

Was preventing my external vision

And making me shortsighted,

Was as Love opens my eyes,

The condition for my light

To shine brighter to the point of

Giving vision to others from a far

And pointing others to the

Light of Love that lightens all paths

And lead to life with Light no end.

So when I look at my window now,

I no more see hatred of the enemies

But rather, I see the prepared field

For the massive harvest of Love.

Whenever I am in my house now,

I invest in love through my partnership

With I AM as I am engraced

And as I am coming outside of my house,

I ignite the light of Love to cultivate

The ready-made field and bring home

Lights, who are the profits of the Love to Light.

When I see darkness, I invest in Love and I ignite my Light

CHRISLOVE 🖋

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