Out on a Tuesday night
Watching people worship the God of the Israelites, the God who punished Israelites for 40 yrs and bribed them with manna and quails to forget.
The same God who sent the Satan in the image of Snake to give the woman a rotten apple— the apple that ejected human race from luxuries of Eden.
The same God who destroyed those in Sodom and Gomorrah because they chose a YOLO lifestyle and melted Lot’s wife simply because she couldn’t control her reflexes
The same one who forced Jonah to go to Nineveh without even considering his approval and then planted a big fish to eat him half-half and leave vital parts heart, elbow, lungs and testicles …just imagine being alive in the fish’s intestines for days…ouch!
The same one who brought havoc on Job for no good reason—yet Job served him with all he had…I’m telling you about the same God who murdered the pharaohs, slaughtering innocent children, and women
I tell you, they had forgiven him…ooh what a good thing to be the lord—you’re the grand puppeteer.
Tag Archives: God
He is Marvellous
When all else fails
When efforts and fruits repel
When my belief grieves me
And my faith is floored
when friends depart
and family give up on me
When right and wrong seems the same
And worries wear me down
When your existence becomes a myth
And your promises seem like
propaganda propagated by Babylon
to conquer my thoughts,
The beauty of your creation
revives my faith
Big Bang couldn’t have
created a world so beautiful
I’ll look to the mountains,
the oceans and the skies
And remember that the creator
is more marvellous than the creation
Lord Have Mercy
Reading the bible, just wondering if such thing as righteousness is real in a world where everyone tries to give the bible a twist to find a better fit for themselves…the word of God that is a double-edged sword can be maliciously used to slit throats of those God thirsts to hear from..
God, stretch your hands to the hopeless sinners of my lot who have been cajoled to believe that your Grace will make up for their rebellious minds engaging in clandestine pleasures of this world, the shepherds have turned your word into a marketing tool to fill offering boxes as the path to heaven is steadily turning into savanna. #LordhaveMercy
whispered Prayer
A whispered Prayer
Dear God
When all fails to add up
Give me the ability to adjust
The Presence of God
The presence of God is in the things he created
The beauty of the leaves serrated
The height of the hills
The might of flapping fins
The melody of the sunbirds
The oneness of travelling ants
The orange setting sun
The bald peeping moon
Smiles that awaken the souls in gloom
The presence of God is in all I see
The falling stars that serenades the moon
Heavy rains wiping the tears of noon
The barren nature of the deserts
And the solitude with which it serves
Honestly, I don’t find God in church
But in forests, mountains and places as such
In the gospel preached by whispers of wind
And the soothing touch of grass on my feet
I find God in strangest of phenomena
In the Sirens of Silence
In the wails of still waters
In the overflow of aridity
And the abundance of scarcity
For he left his thumbprint in all he created
And to him be glory belated
For he left his thumbprint in all he created
And to him be glory belated
Share and Care
I share each harvest of my fields
With folks in greater need
And share the labor in my hands
To pluck a neighbor’s weeds
And everyday in different ways
I try to do my best
To help my neighbors and my friends Through heartache of distress
But it is not without some pain
I do the things I do
For there are times I give too much
And times I suffer too
Yet at the end of everyday
I feel a joy of heart
That I have shared God’s gift to me
With those of lesser
This poem Isn’t mine, It was written by Michael Dubina
I found it powerful and worth sharing. I hope you loved it.
Bits of heaven
I was told heaven is far beyond the sun
And only righteous people can find rest there
That Jesus went longtime ago to build mansions for his righteous sons
I’d like to be in this place but with my sins, my face he’ll never stare
Whoever has a cupful of righteousness, would you mind to share?
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I heard that heaven is the best of place
The utmost accolade for those steadfast in faith
The children of God who never put him to shame
Those whose lives were governed by mercy and grace
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In heaven there is no sickness
In heaven there is no poverty
In heaven there is no wickedness
In heaven there is no jealousy
In heaven there is no loneliness
As there are always Angels keeping you company
It is a wonderful place where there’s no starvation
Everybody is treated equally
No whites, No blacks, no rich men, no poor men, no ghettoization
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It is a place of plenty
A land upon which had never sojourned scarcity
It is better than Canaan; a land flowing of milk and honey
But it isn’t a place for all and sundry
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Will you make it to this place?
I read that just a handful will reach heaven!
I have a plan, what if we brought bits of heaven on earth?
Good Idea, we can have our own earthly paradise!
It can never substitute heaven
But it can make earth a place of travels
And not an abyss of travails
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To begin with, let’s kill greed
And keep only what we need
Let’s begin to see faces
And not races
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You don’t have to ask questions before you share
Just give and show you care
Let’s dump all earthly weapons
And use the most disarming weapon of all seasons
Show it to your husband,
Show it to your neighbor,
Show it to starving children
Spread it to those struggling with life
For it can heal the deepest of wounds
This life bites but with this weapon, the pain can never be felt
With this weapon you can:
Leap Over Violent Expeditions in this life.
Show love, share love, spread love
And let’s bring bits of heaven on Earth
What’s more, whatever happens on earth happens in heaven
If we shared love on earth, Then God will be obliged to share more with us
I Am Building Bridges Not Barriers
There are very many people who love art but just a handful have the heart of art. It’s hard being an artist, but again being an artist can be fun. In art you can thrive or merely survive but all these have a great bearing on your attitude your goal and commitment to your art. Do you merely want to be famous? Do you want to make just money or do you want to create an impact and change lives with your God given talent?
Finding answers to this question will give you an answer to the purpose of your art. I have been a spoken word artiste for some time, not as long as your favorite but never be surprised if you heard of your favorite poet quoting my name or better quoting my lines amidst his/her performance. This happens. Anyway I will not delve in the whole issue of finding your purpose in your industry, I guess the day you decided you will be an artist you had that already figured out; if you want to make money, go ahead and don’t just make money but make more that you be nicknamed ‘money’ as they did to Mayweather. If you are in pursuit of fame then I would advise that there are other avenues that can give fame quicker; if you live in Nyeri you will know how rapping chicken and donkeys can make you famous within just minutes after the act. Why not try that? Or better yet just wake up one morning and chop the heads of your family; the next day you will be on CNN!
What am I driving at? In my opinion, no artists should prioritize fame, I believe that when you do your art fueled by passion, you will not only change lives but money and fame will chase you pants down. Take time to invest in your art by giving the best of you and building bridges that will see you pass the toughest of terrains as you pursue your ultimate goal which obviously is known only to you.
You never know who might be part of the audience
I have also learnt to make the most of my time on stage. It doesn’t matter whether you were paid to perform or not, learn to make the most of your time on stage; give your best whether the event is poorly attended or the hall is filled to thrice its recommended capacity- every audience is worth of the best from you plus you never know who might be in the audience; Do it like you were overpaid to do it! You may be surprised to be asked to remain behind and the deal you may land may change your life forever. I hope you’ll find your quest JJJJJJJ
Questioning Fate
I barely know me
I need some sort of a revelation, from he who created me
The things I swore I couldn’t do have become a part of me
The things I hate doing
Things that fill me to the brim with self-loathe
Things hidden beneath my teeth and clothes
Sometimes I think my very existence is a mistake
My shoulders are burdened by heavy bundles of blame
For a past that I had no control over
Whoever sowed my seeds maliciously laced them with ounces of shame
I am sandwiched between two extremes;
Nobody understands me, neither do I
What am I worth?
I am the color of disappointment,
A definition of failure,
The barren branch of a vine that is chopped and burnt
The path to righteousness bruised my shoulders
Vanity found me ugly, couldn’t live in me
Love chose butterflies, fled from the dull me
Behind me trail 99 problems
No one in sight to help me solve them
And I am addicted to things am ashamed to pen…
What do I stand for?
For what purpose was I created?
Am I the only one these questions?
