Saturday 11 November 2023

Praise To The Creator

Praise to the Creator, source of all light,

In the heavens above, in the depths of the night.

Infinite and eternal, our God, so divine,

We lift up our voices in worship, we shine.


Oh, how majestic, your works are displayed,

From galaxies spinning to the flowers in the glade.

Your wisdom and glory, beyond our finite grasp,

In awe and in reverence, we kneel as we clasp.


The Earth, your creation, a testament true,

In every sunrise and sunset, we see you.

The oceans, the mountains, the forests so grand,

All sing your praises across every land.


In moments of joy and in sorrow so deep,

Your presence, O God, our souls you keep.

In trials and triumphs, in every embrace,

We're guided by your love, your infinite grace.


With hearts full of gratitude, we raise our song,

To you, our Creator, to you we belong.

For the gift of existence, the love that you share,

We offer our praise, our thanks in prayer.


In unity, we gather, your name we adore,

Forever and always, we'll praise you more.

Hallelujah, Hosanna, our voices raise high,

Praise to the Lord, our God, who reigns in the sky.

THE EYES OF MY WIFE

 In her eyes, a universe I see,

A realm of beauty, a deep mystery.

Twinkling stars in the midnight sky,

Her gaze, my anchor, as time goes by.


Eyes that sparkle, like morning's first light,

Chasing away the darkest of night.

In those windows to her soul, I find,

Love's reflection, so warm and kind.


The depth of her eyes, an endless sea,

A sanctuary where I long to be.

In her gaze, I find my home and grace,

A captivating smile on her precious face.


With every look, my heart takes flight,

In her eyes, I find my guiding light.

A love story written in every glance,

In her eyes, I find our sweet romance.


So, here's to the eyes that hold my heart,

In your gaze, I found my life's best part.

With every look, my love for you will rise,

Lost forever in the beauty of your eyes.

Saturday 9 May 2020

How Wondrous, How Great


How wondrous, how great
That for me a sinner thou didst die
To set eternally free
With a glorious home on high
How great the excruciating pains
That thou did suffer for me
My eloquent tongue cannot tell
Nor the mighty words in my dictionary
How great how glorious the eternal gains
Of this unfathomable sacrifice of love
My mind has not been able to conceive
Nor my eyes seen its splendor
But my poor heart knows certainly
That thou did suffer and die for me
That I might live again with thee
In that glorious mansion above
How grateful how happy
For the joy of receiving forgiveness
And feeling of they presences
When I call on thee in silent prayer

Be Gone Unbelieve


Following the outbreak of this Covid19, nations all over the world ordered a “Stay at home.” The virus has no cure yet and is easily transmitted from person to person. There have been no regular daily human activities outside the home. This have caused economic hardship to many.

Leaders in some nations have promised palliatives to those badly affected by this pandemic. Yet there are fears that these may not get to those who needed them most because of politics and corruption. The common man is now left to either curse God and die or continue to have hope that no matter how dark the night is, there will be dawn convoyed by its resplendent brightness.

With the increasing confirmed cases and deaths, and the elongation of the stay at home order, many are beginning to qualm their faith and hope in God for perkier days. In these dispiriting veracities, many Christians have taken to social media to express their frustrations or disappointment on the actions and inactions of their leaders.

“Be gone unbelieve my Savior is near” John Newton wrote “and for my relief will surely appear.” There is never a better time to hold firm to your faith and hope in God than now. Government, ecclesiastical leaders, employers, clients, even families may fail you but the Lord promised: “I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee.” Heb 13: 5. Therefore, “Be strong and of a good courage; be not afraid neither be thou dismayed for the Lord they God is with thee” Joshua 1:9. With Christ in the vessel of our lives, we’ll smile at the boisterous storm of Covid19 and its attendant famine.

Yes, it is true, the night and even day has become darker than what we expect. Food is finished, rent has expired, the small family savings are exhausted, lockdown is still in full force and may continue for a while. The lively home full of laughter, joy, and happiness is now shrouded with cries, pains, depression, and fear of the unknown morrow.

“though dark be [our] ways, since [God] is [our] guide”, it is for us to obey and follow the WHO recommended guidelines and trust in His power to provide the help, healing, deliverance, and miracle we so desire.  And I assure you He will. “His love, in time past, Forbids me to think He’ll leave [us] at last In trouble to sink.” There are countless pieces of evidence which “confirms His good pleasure” to help us through this pandemic.

“God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.” Therefore, He tells you and I “Be still, and know that I am God.” Ps. 46:1,10. Whatever may betide you, my dear, do not lose faith and hope in God.

Friday 22 December 2017

Christmas Is Here Again

Christmas is here again
With its carols, singings, and funfairs 
Packed with jingles and stories
Some interestingly funny and others scary
Lots of much expensive shopping and choppings 
Borrowing for so much fun and goods
Borrowed or not, its Christmas they say
Lots of fryings, cooking, and toasting
Friends and families calling far and near
With almost never-ending party hosting
"Oh Holy Night," says the Christmas song
With stars brightly shining and divine
A night of giving and thanksgiving
This Holy night is now partying night
plagued with selfishness and greed
a high state of ingratitude; never giving
No thought for the "Little Lord Jesus"
Whose glorious birth we rejoice
when the Christmas is come and gone
Soon the charades will be gone and forgotten
Only those precious Holy moments we had
Characterized by thankfulness and love
remains indelible in the mind all year.

Monday 7 August 2017

My Soul Delight In Writing


I will write and write I will
Write about the gorgeous world
The sun, moon and brilliant stars
I will write about the politics of the West
The turbulence serendipity of the East
The tranquility perspicacity of the South
The capacious hullabaloos of the North
Yes! I will write and write well
Even about the devil and hell
About the subjugated exquisiteness of Africa
Her appealing dexterousness hands
Her grandeur Lilly-encompassing lands.
Oh yes! I will write about what I feel
Whether or not it is true, false, fake or real
The verisimilitude blessings of Heaven
The vicissitude of mortality
I will write, write, and write about humanity
But my friend will you have the time to read
Whether or not my words will be corralled
Whether what I write makes nous or not
Romeo dying for Juliet was a tragic history
Today it is a quixotic story. 
So I will write in weather cold or hot
Yes! I will write about religion and culture
The exasperation of the virile bantam creature
Or its appealingly womanly antagonist friend
The elation, discomforts, glee and angst of womanhood
The jostles, egos, otiose gaits of manhood
The pen is mightier than mighty swords
Making the ecosphere read and read my words
My soul delight in writing; striking like lightening.

Tuesday 14 February 2017

The Month of FEBRUARY


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A month of many doves
carrying gifts packs of love
too many lovers to give
as if no other time to live

A month of broken promises
based on unfounded excuses
a perfect time to love depart
with little to love the impact

It is the December of love
with kisses falling from above
through painted red lips
and irresistibly dancing hips

A month where "I love you" invites
for 'bedmatics' all through the nights
giving many undesired 9 months contract
because of the many night contacts

A month where promiscuity  unmasked
blatantly in the name of Valentine
giving side chicks momentary 'joyfulment' 
forcing the centered chicks to 'lonelyment'
if these are the packages of Val
Romeo won't agree to die for Juliet