Let me stay on that where my heart lays; the Rock above all rocks; My King of Glory - the Tower of Refuge – My King! Have you seen His glorious Majesty adorned in strength like a morning sun? Adorned in fire announcing His arrival? The Consuming Fire! Hey, Eru Jeje! Arugbo Ojo! Arabata Ribiti! Mighty Rock of Ages! My King that spreads the sky like a curtain! Flavor and comeliness as sweet as roses of the field Yea, Lily of the Valley! In the warmth of the morning He springs forth. In the beauty of His holiness He exalts the throne of grace. Hey, come and receive boldness; come and receive His favour and mercy that never fail. Yea!...click the image or heading to continue
Mothers
To whom shall we compare them. Yea, rubies cannot be their prices! Nor gold, nor silver For their price passes the value of the earth. She is sought for but freely given to the souls of the thirsty. Let not the heart deceive, for when sorrow looms in the depression of tears and pains; when the cringe of space exerts upon the fleshy bones of the infants In the pangs of hunger and thirst; there the lullaby of her voice urges the dim faces to sweet sleep...click the heading or image to continue reading
His Presence
Eye may not see it; people may not behold it, but I know it. Like the call of the day in the birth of the dawn; as the cocks crow at the pitch of their voices; As the womb of the morning witnesses the gliding pace of the dark metamorphosing from black to blueness of the light; as the day dawns and the Daystar arises in my heart; My heart awakes to thy melody. My hope leaps in Your Everlasting Nature Beholding the freshness of the wind. Shhhh! Silence as the God of All Flesh is here!...click the heading or image to continue reading
His Visitation
The city of dust and confusion. Hmm, upon the dusty path I began to walk in the reluctance of my motion; at the baptism of its scorching sun. Behold the scenery of faces angered, desperate to the needs of life. Faces in heart-woven masks of cruelty and anger; in unrestful stances of nerves with pumped muscles toned to the drudgery of the days. Males and females not excluded; Young and old flocking in this race for survival. There I arrive myself; there the Light of Heaven shines. Awake in Your Strength, Oh Ancient of Days!The Majesty in His Glory...click the heading or image to continue reading
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