Love is a beaten word, a most confused word sometimes, yet it captures for me the greatest gift God has bestowed on humanity. In love the Lord emptied himself that you and I may walk in bold confidence as sons and daughters of God.
I love the Lord, I love me, I love the people who make my life a beautiful heaven on earth; those who make me smile, glow with energy, laugh out loud and take time to listen and share their lives with me.
I love the wonderful things in nature that fills me with such awe and admiration that for a moment all my cares are forgotten. I love the sunset, i still don't know why. But in my heart of hearts it is one of the most magnificient showpieces of the master artist.
Maybe someday in eternity i may understand why the sight and even the thought of a sunsets gives me great peace. The closest i have come to understanding this love is that, sunsets mark the end of the day not matter what it offered and promises the start of a new day with great hope and expectation.
On human love, i have come to understand that i must love a person wholly: have great love for his mortal being as well as his/her soul. Thus no one can convince me that my love for someone should be expressed in ways that put the soul of that person at risk.
That is why i know and believe that:
"The measure of true love is found not in loving the physical being of the person, but in loving and caring for the very soul of the one you love. Love should care enough not just about the prosperity and health of the person physically but also about the prosperity and wellbeing of the loved one’s soul. Christ healed the infirmed yet cared more about the spiritual state of man".
The Lord thought me this about the subject LOVE
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Monday, November 26, 2007
Hush My Child
When you despair
When all hope is lost
When the lights seem dim
And the darkness grim
Listen,
The still small voice beckons
Hush my child, I am with you
When the road is drear
And the thorns cut deep
When the night seem endless
And the daylight far off
Listen to him say
Hush, I am with you child
When in desperation you cry
When in distress you weep
When in hopelessness you grovel in the dark
When in the darkest part of life
Remember, he is closest, if thou would but pause
And listen
To the still small voice say to you
Hush, my child hush I am with you
When all hope is lost
When the lights seem dim
And the darkness grim
Listen,
The still small voice beckons
Hush my child, I am with you
When the road is drear
And the thorns cut deep
When the night seem endless
And the daylight far off
Listen to him say
Hush, I am with you child
When in desperation you cry
When in distress you weep
When in hopelessness you grovel in the dark
When in the darkest part of life
Remember, he is closest, if thou would but pause
And listen
To the still small voice say to you
Hush, my child hush I am with you
The Journey
It may be weary
It may be thorny
Sometimes the rains beat
The sun burns
And tree stumps cut deep
Yet He is with me in my life's journey
It may be long
It may be rocky
Sometimes I stumble
Sometimes I fall
Yet He is with me in my life's journey
When in despair I look up
And see his sweet and bidding face
I know He is with me
Even when His presence I do not feel
Yet, i know he is with me in my life's journey
It may be thorny
Sometimes the rains beat
The sun burns
And tree stumps cut deep
Yet He is with me in my life's journey
It may be long
It may be rocky
Sometimes I stumble
Sometimes I fall
Yet He is with me in my life's journey
When in despair I look up
And see his sweet and bidding face
I know He is with me
Even when His presence I do not feel
Yet, i know he is with me in my life's journey
He Is A Friend
Sometimes in the dark nights
When all is quiet and the heart distressed
I go to him who ever is awake
And ever waits to listen
Then I pour it all out
He never turns me away
he listens' 'cos he is a friend
When the days with joy are filled
And the heart with buoyance leap
And I turn to him my joys to share
He never is too busy to celebrate with me
He listens, 'cos he is a friend
He is a friend
Who cares and listens
He never turns me away
When at night I wake him
When at noon I call
When at eve i demand his presence
He never turns me away
Come, no matter when
'Cos I am your friend
The friend, who?
JESUS
When all is quiet and the heart distressed
I go to him who ever is awake
And ever waits to listen
Then I pour it all out
He never turns me away
he listens' 'cos he is a friend
When the days with joy are filled
And the heart with buoyance leap
And I turn to him my joys to share
He never is too busy to celebrate with me
He listens, 'cos he is a friend
He is a friend
Who cares and listens
He never turns me away
When at night I wake him
When at noon I call
When at eve i demand his presence
He never turns me away
Come, no matter when
'Cos I am your friend
The friend, who?
JESUS
Their Words
Words, words and words
That tell their fraustration
That show their struggle with reality
That seek to veil the truth
Their words
Words, words and word
That reveal their denials
of the relaity of the time
That cloud reality
And unveil false but accepted perceptions
Their words
Their words shame them
Their words betray them
Their words show their delusion
Their words judge them
Listen, they are their words
They lied with words
Killed with words
They fed us words
Taught us words
Their words
Now their delusions are their words
Their doom their words
Their words
06/02/2001
That tell their fraustration
That show their struggle with reality
That seek to veil the truth
Their words
Words, words and word
That reveal their denials
of the relaity of the time
That cloud reality
And unveil false but accepted perceptions
Their words
Their words shame them
Their words betray them
Their words show their delusion
Their words judge them
Listen, they are their words
They lied with words
Killed with words
They fed us words
Taught us words
Their words
Now their delusions are their words
Their doom their words
Their words
06/02/2001
Thursday, November 22, 2007
2001
The dance is the left
The fast swing of bossoms to the left
The steps, so well learnt
The dancers, long at the floor
Great and wonderful steps they take
The steps lead forward
The drums throb faster
The feets swifter
And the dusts rises higher
Brows in streaming sweats
Torsos in exhaustives heaves
The dance to the left is on
The swift feets to the past leads
It is the progressive dance
The dancers, long on the stage have been
Progressive steps in backward strides
Progressive steps that lead to the past
Progressive steps that lead nowhere
Inspiration
2001 marked a new era in our political history, these were my reflections on the NDC's slogan of progress in continuity
The fast swing of bossoms to the left
The steps, so well learnt
The dancers, long at the floor
Great and wonderful steps they take
The steps lead forward
The drums throb faster
The feets swifter
And the dusts rises higher
Brows in streaming sweats
Torsos in exhaustives heaves
The dance to the left is on
The swift feets to the past leads
It is the progressive dance
The dancers, long on the stage have been
Progressive steps in backward strides
Progressive steps that lead to the past
Progressive steps that lead nowhere
Inspiration
2001 marked a new era in our political history, these were my reflections on the NDC's slogan of progress in continuity
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