The Inmate

This world was once a cage
It’s bars cold with age
Old experience of sufferage
Clanging with the rage
Celebrating its advantage
Over the freedom of each inmate
The flightless birds awaiting sin’s wage

This world was once a cage
Iron and steel
Is not the only confined feel
On mind and time they put their seal
Choosing your each and every meal
If you are so lucky to have that meal
Depending on how with you they want to deal
Fantasy kept me from thinking this is real

This world was once a cage
Until I rose in repute
Cleverly picked my dispute
Took aim stab a shoot
Realise where to stash the petty loot
For which inmates will kill in pursuit
And so dance to the tune of my flute
Became a boss and the bars were my armour suit
Flightless but learned to crash land without a parachute
Jumping off the trees that had taken iron root
In this institute
Frost bitten, concrete stone was the fruit
Till these cells could not refute
And my conscience was made mute
Until the inevitable harvest did execute

It was not the comeback or expected revenge
Not the inevitable backstabbing friend
It was that my time had come to an end
“You are set free”, said the Warden
I had never felt so constrained by freedom

It scared me to be free
So used to being me
Behind bars that somewhere in the
Hardened concrete was the essence of me
I realise the meaning of free
Had changed for me

This was once a cage
Darkness had become light to me
And light I shunned blindly
I had made prison my security
So I forgot that eventually
The bars were ticking secretly
This life is just a prison see
And one day we will be set free
What of all I was meant to be
The walls were inside me you see
I bore the wrong cross
Now my steel gain is all lost
As now the light I see

*Many of us are focused on what a world we are given. Its unfairness bars us in. The injustices make us fume. And we have learnt to use the system to work in our favour. But one day we will find that the whole point of this pilgrimage was to live for the freedom to come. We had a choice the whole time. To either become the prison and build one within. Or to set our minds to the high calling and know that in the hands of God is the promise to be free, despite the bars all around me. Do not be conformed to this world but rather be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Learn The Truth, The Life, The Way. And He will set you free.

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PreSense

Blindness tried to convince me
But simplicity fooled the lies
That which we don’t see
Is that on which the crow flies

Sound tried to frighten me
With waves behemoth in size
But in shore crashing waves we see
The command, beyond this you won’t rise

Taste tried to beckon me
Come just a little try
But He touched my lips and showed me
We are the apple of His eye

Aroma tried to pull me
When in rapture I closed my eyes
But the breath of life reminds sweetly
If faithful I won’t die

My touch was almost lied to by sensuality
But just a touch of His garment as He passed me by
Dispelled the filth and set me free
Hallelujah is my victory cry

Let my praise rise
Beyond the sight of eye
To heaven rise
Drown out the lies
Like sweet insence rise
In fire baptise
What in me is near demise

Let the Unmistakeably Divine
Make a foolery of what I deem wise

Make my self confidence
My worldly competence
Become in essence
Reliant on no sense
But knowing Your presence

Weekly Plea

LORD, touch my heart
From the pulpit, from the start
All my feelings take apart
Run aross me like a harp
Leaving goosebumps every part
Drive the truth home, straight and sharp
O LORD, touch my heart
Make it race like a go-kart
Fly true and don’t depart
My heart the bullseye, your word the dart
O! LORD touch my heart
Just for this service’ divine part
Let it be like seeing fine art
Crafted word admired as You impart
And like another actor I’ve played my part
I’ll go back to my usual when this pew we depart
Don’t light the fire just let me feel the spark
Or else they’ll notice on the weekdays in this world dark

Please LORD touch my heart
But don’t change me

Weekly Plea

LORD, touch my heart
From the pulpit, from the start
All my feelings take apart
Run aross me like a harp
Leaving goosebumps every part
Drive the truth home, straight and sharp
O LORD, touch my heart
Make it race like a go-kart
Fly true and don’t depart
My heart the bullseye, your word the dart
O! LORD touch my heart
Just for this service’ divine part
Let it be like seeing fine art
Crafted word admired as You impart
And like another actor I’ve played my part
I’ll go back to my usual when this pew we depart
Don’t light the fire just let me feel the spark
Or else they’ll notice on the weekdays in this world dark

Please LORD touch my heart
But don’t change me

I Could Have BeenĀ 

Some look back and reminisce

What if that what if this

When they chose Christ, the life they miss
I could have been

The main act on scene

The hottest thing on big screen

But I didn’t sign the dotted line they submitted to me

I gave in to Him rather than do season 3

I gave up the money

And I joined a mission team

To a place obscure and unseen

Only for this letter to come to me

“We need money

They stopped treatment for daddy 

We can’t pay the fee

And they called to say they want you back on screen

Why aren’t you all you could have been 

Come home, can’t you see our need”

And the tears stop me

From being able to see

And I can only fall to my knees

I could have been 

But You called me 

I gave all to Thee

All of me

And now You’re killing Daddy?!

I could have been….
Switch scene 
I could have been

The doctorate

Greatness was my fate

The dream my food and the title my plate

A future as sweet as chocolate 

Till with The Saviour I came face to face

And a secret thirst He did satiate

And what was once sweet now had bitter taste

I desired His love independent of my success rate

His eternal love, compassionate 

At His Word, me heart did race

Now I collapse behind this pulpit

Like if I had life someone pulled it

Cause on this message is writ

“While you are out being an evangelist

Your son is addicted to spirits

Don’t you care that little bit

You preach love but don’t show it

If you had continued your doctorate

We wouldn’t be in this predicament

When God called you, is this what He meant

Instead of the goals and dreams we had set

To these lowly households almost tents

Are we sentenced

We can barely pay the bills and rents

I am your wife but that could be past tense.

Come home and of this let’s make sense”

And from his knees

Comes the plea

“Lord, I could have been

The best doctor on the scene

The biggest star in the theatre of surgery

In suburbia, sitting comfy

But You called me

And I heard Thee

Your words you gave me

And fire kindled within me

I could have been 

The unstoppable dream

But I gave that even willingly

Why do you now take my family

Have I not given enough for Thee…”
Switch scene 
Lord, I could have been married

With at least two seed

But You called Me

And I had to say no to those not yoked to Thee

And now all have ceased to pursue me

Lord, why have you let me stay lonely

Have you forgotten me

Should I take care of me
Switch scene
I could have been

The best athlete

But you gave beauty by putting gospel in my feet

I was your minister in the street

But this stray bullet got me

And now I can’t use my feet 

Stuck in this wheeled seat

LORD, is this how you meet

My submission complete
Switch sce….STOP
There is much we don’t understand 

Is this what He planned?

Was I wrong to follow His command?

I could have been more but now here I stand
I can only tell you of how His hand

In my life has laid a Golden Strand

I have lost much

People in my life death has touched

I actually don’t have much

And in this world, I have no titles and such

My body is so beaten, miracle I don’t use a crutch

And the ladies are not flocking for my touch

I recieve more “no”s and “yes” not as much

This much

I can say in full trust
I could have been

Broken and empty

Lost eternally 

Confident externally

But filled with insecurity

Totally set up materially 

Running from eternity

Peace would be imaginary

Courage would be a fairy

Love a vulnerability

And violence my artillery
I could have been

Everything I wanted to be

And then He called Me

And I am no longer me

For He lives in me

For in love He

Laid down His life for me

And the cross He keeps in view to see

Just how much He loves me

How can I not trust what He wants for me

Even when the wind stormy

All around me is all I see

The more I lose me the more He gains me

And so the more free I am to be me truthfully
I could have been me

But why chase a dream

When there is reality

Of eternity

And through me, you offer to be seen
So when I think of what I could be

Please, remind me

Not who I think you should be

But who You Are

*and this is not to give a magic bullet answer but in a realistic way let someone know they are not alone and that there is hope. God is faithful and good, that’s why you can hold on just a little longer, don’t give in. The promise is nigh*

The Broken Bride

From the get-go you could sense

This wedding had difference

The air was tense

Perhaps because of the essence

Of the three messages

No mistaking what the lesson is
Preached by the bridal party

The message is

Clear
Fear

God and give Him glory

Fallen is Babylon was the second’s story

Come out of her, don’t ignore Me

This is redemption’s story
Then they heard the party’s third clearly state

Beware the beast and the counterfeit he paints

Those who don’t heed, a mark of death awaits

But then here is the patience of the saints
And so now the saints

Did patiently wait
From the get-go you could sense

This wedding had difference
The best man was dressed

With no mind to impress

But his message he did stress

The kingdom is at hand. Repent

His cry like a voice in the wilderness
Then to everyone’s surprise 

Came out the bride

Broken and battered no make up could hide

In her stature or dress, no comeliness to find

On her face tracks of tears she had cried

From the broken promises of lovers who had lied

No white in her dress could you recognise

Who could possibly want this bride

What manner of…. Of….. Why?

She stands, waiting down the aisle

Who would want her,  she may stand their a while
Then the Groom steps out

So horrified no one could shout

He had been bruised and battered

Wounded and spit splattered

His body showed a heart shattered 
But in His eyes were eternal pools of love

Past the blood

Underneath the crown of thorns they had shoved

Was a gaze that went over and above

What we know as love
He stood at the top of the aisle

All eyes upon Him all the while

He looked at His bride and instead of smile

He laid down His life in a lifeless pile

You will miss Me but for a while

He said as He died
Who was going to marry this bride meanwhile

His blood poured down the aisle

His life without guile

Poured for this wretched child

She collapsed, groaned and cried

What wedding is this, where the Groom dies

And who would give Himself for such a bride

The crimson red reaches down the aisle
The blood touches her crumpled dress

And to the eyes a sight does bless

Light enshrouds and does caress

Slivers of gold about her mesh

Covering her from curious sight

And filling the venue in holy light
When the light dims and leaves a glow

Behold her true beauty does show

Her face, a beauty never known

From her heart streams of water flow

And her dress without wrinkle and white as snow
Then from the other end

The shout of resurrection 

The glory that did attend

Would your idea of reality bend
The sound of a rushing wind 

A voice like chariots and lighting

“I AM, I Live”
The Groom

His glory fills the room

He now stands tall

As if He never did fall

His eyes like fire

His feet like bronze worship inspire

His words like swords pierce the entire

Atmosphere and make worldly Majesty a liar

And on His robe’s thigh

This inscribed

KING OF kings (forget Mufasa things)

LORD OF Lords (forget the rings)
Melodic voices fly on wings

A victor’s song they begin to sing

Who is this King 

Of glory they sing 

Lift up your heads ye eternal gates

This is the King

His bride He awaits

No longer as she walks to Him
You behold the story told

You saw redemption unfold
From the get-go you could sense

This wedding had difference
Now you look at yourself

Despised the bride of infinite wealth

By what you saw and felt

And not by the price that He dealt

The promise He fulfilled 

And will see through till her complete build
Are you wearing the garment for which He foot the bill

Are you like one of the Virgins ten, sleeping still

Wake up! The time has reached its fill
The Bridegroom cometh!

There Was No KingĀ 

There was no King

In Israel they did everything 

To which they had a right feeling 
Let’s appoint any Jack & Jim

To do priestly ministering

Get some pagans to sing

As long as they can play the thing

And the priest is mine as long as I pay him

And give him a sort of anointing

Taking lightly propheting
There was no King

In Israel they did everything 

To which they had a right feeling 
To take the stranger in

And then get his wife raped and beaten

Oh but wait that wasn’t his wife even

Twas a concubine, side-ting

Which isn’t right

‘Specially for a minister’s kid

Granted she had cheated on him

But to kick her out he did

To stop the local hooligans 

From his rear poking

Made no bid

For humanity’s goodness inherited

Need I mention what they did

Hooligans took turns until the light came from where it hid

And like nothing happened was how they acted
There was no King

In Israel they did everything 

To which they had a right feeling
But there is a way that seems

With rays of light to beam

In our wisodm it shines and gleams

So right, it seems

But in the end it’s death’s weaved

Web and darkened night dream
There is no King

In Israel, we do everything 

To which we have a right feeling
We reject Him

And instead of “It is written”

It’s “It’s my thinking”

Tradition and opinion

Taking no heed to His inscription

On our hearts that He seeks written

His law of liberation

We seek to make a contradiction 

Or heavy contraption
There is no King

And His Spirit is withdrawing

You don’t have to look long to see this thing

The human is gone in humanity

Founded, not in The Rock, but in san’

In san’ity

Because we gave in to greed and vanity

More selfies than greens in a can of peas

And the Spirit’s rain won’t go passed the canopy

Truly, all is vanity
There is no King

In Israel, we do everything 

To which we have a right feeling
And yet, He is still calling

For men and women

Who though the heavens are falling 

Stay true to His calling

As the compass needle is to North poling
There is no King

But to those who are willing

By earnest petitioning 

Ask for His outpouring 

He gives graciously and willing 

Along with peace beyond understanding 

Patience that goes beyond waiting

Greatness in gentleness’ foundation

Courage beyond weapon wielding

And a faith beyond explaining

A love that goes past kings

And has as it’s origin 

Heaven.
There is no king

But the King of kings

We need Him.