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,
"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!
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
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.
Love is as strong as death Yet love is stronger than death Because love conquered death Through the death on the Cross
Many waters cannot quench love Nor can the flood drown it For love parted the Red Sea and Jordan River And the fire of love licked the Overflowing drench of water
If a man will give all his wealth And even his body to be burned Yet all his gifts and sacrifices would be despised Because he hath not a relationship with love
You can build the Great Wall of China with cedar Or send the Union Army to keep guard Even roll stones over your heart against love Love is spirit and sharper than two-edged sword and will pierce through it all
You may have a thousand servants And your garden blossom like the tree planted by the river of waters It will all fade away but the Word of Love stands forever And love covers a multitude of sins
So while men chase after beauty that fades And some charms- that's deceitful Keep your gaze on love For love is the greatest of all and lasts forever.