God provided Mana
Sweet like the corriander
That the people when they hunger
Could go out and gather
For all from daughter to father

Heaven’s food for mortal men
God saw the need and supplied for them
Giving them roots and supplying the stem
Nourishing, growing no spot to condemn
The diet filling, easy, and simple then

The want for something more was felt
They started to hate the supply they were dealt
The menu did not stretch their belt
Their tongues longed for cheddamelt

Egyptian cuisine refined their buds
The spicy, the rich, the sweetly fudge
And now they ate some sky sent bud
That showed up every day but one

Yes, it was sweet and yes it was nice
But it was no caramelized, onion fried, spice, nyom nyom, nice, nice

And suddenly the heaven sent
Was looked at with discontent
Daydreaming of Pharaoh’s table were their days spent
Forgetting the whip from which they had asked deliverance

Isn’t nthis often the case
God has taken us from sin’s deadly embrace
Given us a life without the chain’s trace
A citizenship to a new place

I have supplied your need
It’s different from the world’s feed
But it has all you need
It’s no disgusting, med-tasting weed
Neither does it encourage the Egyptian disease

Anything that dishonors God
Can’t be good for the child of The Comforter’s rod
Even if it comes in your mother’s hot pot

The problem came
When they started to blame
And saw heaven’s food as fluff
And no matter Who supplied the stuff
Their tongues said it is not enough

And are we not the same
To our appetites we play the slave
When He says from all these you can eat from
And still on our poisons we dwell upon
Eternity He calls us to dwell on
Yet for temporal reputations we long
The fullness He pours out every morn
The unseen blessing from dusk through dawn
The things we must cut off so to Him to be drawn
All these treasures seem to be gone
And there is no epiphany that will miraculously spawn
When we count His fullness as popcorn


Rhymes With Infinity

You more likely to count to infinity
Than think I have regard for your virginity

You test me
Beyond ability
When you attempt to convince me
Of celibacy

What you think you a princess
Or an empress
That on me make no impress
I am thinking how to get you undressed
Before you wear that white dress
No qualms or stress

What you this some airy fairy
Tale or head I can’t make of your theory
You want me to buy a cow without samplin’ the dairy
Your fable is scary
Who you think you are Mary?
Some lady of virtuity

Or some picture of His bride
That in her purity, He holds pride
The only entity on this of heaven’s side
He holds in such regards so high
I ain’t gonna lie
You can kiss that thought goodbye

I want that ride
But I don’t know if I want you as a bride
My hunger ain’t for your mind
Ain’t no intellect when I ask you to dutty wine
Yeah sure, you sweet outside
But I want the innocency inside
The brag rites, “HeHe. My guy!”

You want a shepherd, why you got a wolf affinity
Listen to me
If you find a man of that insanity
A man who will guard your virginity
(An impossibility)
He must have a connection to God’s ability
If you find this anomaly
Who knows your attractivity
And yet to your honour stand a sentry

You best stop wandering loosely
You best appreciate in sincerity
That man’s veracity
To the best of your capacity
Praise God in humility
If you find this rarity
Praise God for the abnormality
Only sees ‘A’ in options ‘ABC’

You best stop tempting wolves like me
We are plenty
We are the many evidently
Taught to honour vanity
Don’t know what to do with chastity
Except make it seem shamefully
Blush worthy
Then takes it for me

Go back, thank your Shepherd
Stop wandering amongst the wild game herds
Give listen to my words
For your value I amn’t concerned

To us, the many
Yours, hers or any
Is just a word we can rhyme with ‘infinity’
Though, truthfully
This, the case it shouldn’t be

It’s Him

His features unassuming
But Divinity is there
His plainess is amusing
But richness beyond compare

His poverty apparent
But His joys fill the air
No He’s not affluent
But power drew crowds there

He had no palace oils
To give scent to His hair
Not having war’s spoils
But to the Kingdom The Heir

His meekness evident
But His majesty witnessed
Forced kingship, their intent
Salvation, He professed

His lack of a weapon
Made militancy reject
But in contagious compassion
Held hell’s legions in check

His mum’s address was known
He obviously dwelt among men
But though here, He had grown
His life was the Spirit of Heaven

No doubt in my mind
He is The Seed
The promised Human Divine

It’s Him
But He is not what I expected
He is all
Except everything by me accepted

Go Back

Wedding’s day Eve
She can’t believe
It’s being acheived
Blood and tears to look like the dream
It’s like God reached in and retrieved
Her imagination into reality
Then unmistakeably she sees
Jesus is here! It’s time to leave
She don’t mean to but it’s seen
“Not now” is written on her face clearly
She never thought she would be like that
But she wants to say, “Jesus, go back”

The wedding was done so simply
The crowd’s joy was so plain to see
But none was more happy than he
To see the end of all ceremony
And now it was just he and his bride finally
He was excited and nervous, you see
For in their courtship they swore to celibacy
She came out and what a sight to see
Praise God for strength to wait patiently
“Tonight I give you all of me”
Then unmistakeably he sees
Jesus is here! It’s time to leave
He never thought it would be like that
But he wants to say, “Jesus, wait. Go back.”

He had been toiling six days a week
Never by corruption did he seek
Now the breakthrough just beyond the peak
Prayer was his only paddle up this Creek
All the hard work and they called him weak
Now they would see the inheritance of the meek
Nailed the presentation last week
Contracts signed and the cheque made him freak
“You lifted my head when the future was bleek.”
He praised as the bank teller was about to speak
Then unmistakeably he sees
Jesus is here! It’s time to leave
He never thought it would be like that
But for his dream he wants to say, “Jesus, no. Go back.”

Picture if Jesus came back
In a time you didn’t want Him at
When your dreams come face to face like that
With the blessed hope of “Jesus is back”
No. It won’t be like that
Or at least it shouldn’t be like that
Will praise and rejection come back to back?
But if it did could we safely say that
Temporal slowly took over eternal way back

*Don’t worry this may not be the exact scenes from last day events. I am not saying it is bad to have dreams at all. Marriage is oradained of God. Sex in the security of marriage is good. But even good things can cause us to lay aside the reality of eternity. Let us lay all on the altar today, die to self and when we must make a decision for God over ourselves
Jesus’ love should cause us to love Him in return and not wish He would go back.*