Friday, July 6, 2012

Eagles Wings


My inspiration and impression for this poem was awe-some!. Wrote it as swiftly as it came to me.

Chorus:
Be the umbrella of my worship (repeat)
Shelter me with your presence
Then consume me with your grace
Fall… in this place
Meet… in your grace (your grace, your grace, your grace)

Faith has brought us through the tide
The tide that overlaps into every season
And in every season we were covered
And in every season we were transformed

In every season we were pregnant of purpose
But in every season did we deliver?

There must have been someone that kept us
There must have been someone that propelled us
Out, beyond and above every situation
And weren’t we overwhelmed?
Weren’t we strengthened?
Weren’t we mounted on new wings?
Weren’t there testimonies?

Listen to the voice within
the voice of instruction and introspection
For greater heights,
For greater purpose,
For greater battles
For greater worship
For greater triumphs

(Repeat the chorus)
You’re the captain of my worship
You’re the captain of my praise...

We have the inheritance of favour
From the king: Jesus
No time to quiver, no time to waver, or blaspheme
We are redeemed by his precious blood
And for all sicknesses or strongholds it is the cure

(Chorus)

For this reason we are created
Even at the fore of broken thredders, at the plank of drenched dreams,
at the grave of sacrifices
God has a much higher calling for us
To rise up in him to make the difference
If only we realize the potential within
to activate the faith and spread our wings

Chorus
Be the umbrella of my worship (repeat)
Shelter me with your presence
Consume me with your grace
Fall… in this place
Meet... in your grace (your grace, your grace, your grace)


Motherhood


                                                    
To all mothers far and near
aspiring and….. in care
I hope you lend a listening ear
To…these words, these adjectives… this emotive flare
which cannot begin to express your love… unconditional
Even as I’m here I ask your permission to share
my immature understanding of your love and devotion
Your love is like: the breeze, untainted….. abundant, and all encompassing
Like a stream: ever flowing and soothing to every organism on earth
you birth a testimony
From the orphan to the handicap
From the abandoned to the homeless
From the hopeless to the fearless

It matters when you speak a word to calm our fears
It matters when you hold our hands and dry our tears
Even matters when you clean our room and box our ears

But even as a child my immaturity didn’t lend the reason you defend my childhood,
my womanhood……and yes, my motherhood
And for those men: manhood and fatherhood

You are a Queen…and from your wisdom we can face the struggles, we can the fight the fight, we can embrace the victory!
You give your all still when we fall
With those words you scold “you mould your destiny!”

To those women who lost
For it was Mary who cried and led the days in misery
As her son JESUS CHRIST paid the cost at Calvary…
your strength remains a mystery
because even after death
She cured…his body

To those women who heal because of healing
You pave the path for strong women in history…
Esther, Mary Magdalene and Niomi
Apostles, Pastors and Ministers
Just know that we need you
From a word to a hug
We bless you
And your words when spoken
Mends…. the broken hearted
and so this is
To…..Those mothers who sacrifice their worth
Fetching the burden of pass regrets and present hurts
We love you!….and if you mess up, God loves you!…. it’s not too late!
To clean up and make up
Dress up and wake up to a life renewed
But so often you are judged and your loved ones don’t care
But God removes the smear…. Of poverty, pride, vanity, calamity,
all strongholds and your future he holds, dearly
To the pinnacle because he knows that you are miracle

To all women with or without
To all women abused and delinquent
To all siblings who are mothers
To those fathers who are mothers
To those mothers who are fathers
i pray that these words
Swell your happiness
And Feed your strength
To keep on!..Keeping on