Monday, 18 November 2019

The tears will not rise


The tears will not rise, not tonight.
The joy will outlast the thickened dismissal of my confession.
The misgiving of my vision could have been better explained
But love cannot arise where there is no love to begin.
But bless God, for such woes are for us to overcome
By seeking His kingdom and such dismay will be no more.


K.Oni

What are we doing


This life is not a joke. It is not to be trifled with. There is a real heaven and a real hell. There is a real God who has offered his mercy to those who will accept and there is a real judgment awaiting those who do not repent. God has called us to love fearlessly and boldly. To pick up our cross and die daily. What are we doing that we are not praying, that we are not much in tears weeping and pleading with God to save souls and draw men unto his Son? What are we doing when we do not follow the example of Love when we are not eagerly seeking Christ who is above? What are we doing that in everything that we do that we do it not unto you? O Lord help us all! Help your people shine their light unto a dark world. And be it so that they crucify us, at least we died loving our neighbours and loving you first. What am I doing? Lead me, Lord!


K.Oni

Saturday, 16 November 2019

Miscellanies 117

I will worship you at this moment remembering your Love, your grace and your Mercy. I am remembering that you are my Father, Jesus Christ is my Saviour and the Spirit is my friend. I am remembering that I can boldly come into your presence as I am because a bruised reed you will not break and a weak flame you will not quench. All my delight is in you Lord. I Love you!

K.Oni

Saturday, 9 November 2019

I could win a bride


Her hair forged in the sun’s fire, golden
My autumnal nights brightened
Livened by the benevolent happiness in her eyes.
Celestial joy captivates my casual stage
Admiring I, adoring her chastened ways.
All this is in my thinking, in the visage of my idle lonesomeness.
I fathom I ought to rise and enter the race
Perhaps potentially, I could win a bride!


K.Oni

The tears will not rise

The tears will not rise, not tonight. The joy will outlast the thickened dismissal of my confession. The misgiving of ...