Life is a Time Game

Every move in life is like a game.

And so you need to ask and consider a few questions:

what are the rules of the game?

what are the risk of the game?

What are the possible rewards?

What happens if it’s wrong move?

What are the consequences of making the wrong move?

Is there any opportunity for second chance?

Is there any cheat codes?

Can you possibly cheat and get away with?

What’s the consequences if caught?

Is there an opportunity to quit along the way?

How do you know when you have won or lost the game?

Does it really matter if you win or lose the game?

But again, remember that you don’t always have the luxury of time to consider all these things.

So what exactly will you do when you are confronted with an opportunity to make a move?

Actually, I think the bigger question is why on earth did I risk what I just did just to tell you Happy New Year?

I want you to think. Maybe I want you to plan. Or maybe plan to think or maybe I want you to think of a plan.

Anyways, it’s a new year!

Whether you think, plan, move or stay put

Remember that

life is a time game and you are born a player.

by Mr Chrislove™

The War Within

Daily I’m at war with myself

A war that chose me

Not because of my doings

But just because I’m human

A spiritual war over my soul and mind

Some days I win

Other days I learn

But one thing is sure

Even in the mist of it all

The Peace of Christ Jesus

Which surpasses all understanding

Keeps my heart and soul together.🤍🕊

by Mr Chrislove™

Dear Father

I know this is coming a little late 
But if you think of the joy of being a father 
Imagine the feeling of being loved unconditionally 
By someone who knows your every imperfections
Your craziness, your insecurities and inabilities
And still choose to love you
Someone who has every reason to abandon,
To destroy or at least to reject you 
But instead treasure you above all
Imagine the sense of wholeness and certainty 
Growing up and living daily 
In both the seasons of harvest and uncertainties 
Having the full assurance that your father 
Is with you and will always be there for you 
To protect
To provide for 
To teach and guide 
And to listen to you 
Now, having experienced or at least imagined
The unfeigned love of God - the Good Shepherd 
How he is concerned with every details of your life 
And he is not waiting for you to win a prize 
To be proud of you 
How he has forgiven you 
Even when you were deep in sin and iniquities 
And sent his only begotten son - Jesus Christ 
As a sacrifice to cleanse you from all unrighteousness 
And to draw you back to the place of honour and glory 
Giving you full authority and inheritance
Among the saints
Now go and pour the same kind of love 
You have experienced, read or imagined from God 
Upon your little child 
Be there for him or her always 
Cherish and train him/her in the way he/she should go
Be there to guide, protect, provide for and listen to
Your biggest little treasure(s)
And remember that 
Fatherhood is a special kind of gift and privilege from God
So let it draw you closer to Jesus
Make you cherish the wife of your youth
And encourage you to take pride in building your home.
Big Congratulations!
And welcome to Fatherhood!
Yours Beloved,

Chrislove
12:52 AM
02 11 2021

by Mr Chrislove™

Only Certain Humans

"Facing the detours of a perfectly nurtured life; our lives shall never be the same again" 
Facing the detours of a perfectly nurtured life 
Our lives shall never be the same again
For one - it's an issue of where 
For one - it's an issue of being
For one -it's an issue of checking up on a friend
For some - it's wrong timing
"The system attached imperfection, crime and hatred to a people perfectly crafted in the image of a perfect God"
But for all - it's an issue of being and who
The system attached imperfection, crime and hatred 
To a people perfectly crafted in the image of a perfect God  
Give it a name
Racism 
A systemic display of ignorance and foolishness 
"Being human used to bring joy to other humans but here only certain humans are really humans"
For many, their youths were taken away 
Many trees never live to see their fruits 
Many fruits never get to see the trees they came from  
Being human used to bring joy to other humans
But here only certain humans are really humans
What a tragedy!
by Mr Chrislove™

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
by Mr Chrislove™

THIS IS SMOKE

When I look at the abuse of skills 
The misuse of the gift of arts
And the image behind the acts
My eyes become an overflowing body of water
The many souls that are lost
The many hearts that are broken
The many families that are separated
And the many communities disjointed by the acts and arts
We downgrade the image
And abuse the gifts
Just to earn the numbers 
And some pieces of papers or golden images
Trading the beauty of God for shame
Yet there are supposedly more well-mannered  children than the prodigals
But the well-mannered children are silent 
Burying their talents in the earth
Storing their talents to be used in their graves
While the prodigals are investing their talents
And yielding increasingly corrupt fruits 
THIS IS SMOKE.
by Mr Chrislove™

THE GOOSE OF THE MORNING

A special poetry collaboration between MrChrislove™ & Desoba
It's in the warm cocoon of my shell
Nestled to the river by my Abba
It's in the secure protection of His presence
Wading off harm as i hatch into His image
It's in His steps that I find mine 
It's in Him that I know who I am
My  true identity In Christ Jesus
Understanding  the inheritance of the Saints 
Thousands of souls perishing daily 
Because we are too scared to be 
The goose of the morning
On the street of this wicked generation we are living 
Though we've been called 
To shine in the midst of the darkness
And as salt that prepare and preserve the earth
For my king’s coming
From my waddling feets to my gurgling quacks
My steps gain strength and my voice depth
And with vigorous awakening,
I arise to the dawn of the morning.
Ready to run the race set before me, 
Ready for the migration ahead. 
I am anything but afraid 
For my identity makes me walk in the enemy’s territory
they have been crippled like scarecrows with handless hands
I glean on the greenest of planes 
For a table has already been set before me 
I thread like royalty on dangerous roads 
For my Abba’s angels have charge over me.
Like a Queen, slowly I walk 
Radiating my splendor and glory of identity
I am far from pride or stupidity 
I am a symbol of  courage and grace 
I am the goose of the  morning.
by Mr Chrislove™