Blessed be your mighty name o God of love and all wonders.
You give life and you take away.
At any moment you may call me home
In that hour may I be glad to honour your call.
O I wrestle with you until you bless me.
Strike me, and you will see that I will never let you go.
How I wish that you will bring me my Rachel or Sarah
But do as you please, your pleasure is my delight.
K.Oni
My Christian walk is not a sprint but a marathon. I am often exhausted because I feel so far behind. I am discouraged because by now I ought to be a teacher but yet I am having to take in again the milk of the faith. But where is the finish line for me? Where exactly are my on my upward journey to heaven? At times I feel like I have entirely screwed up and I am on my way to hell.
But I must not be so discouraged because there is more 'mercy in Christ than there is sin in me'. I cling to the righteousness of Jesus and like Paul I must do the one thing which is to forget what lies behind and press on towards the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ.
The reality is that God has called me in Christ. He has placed me on the starting line on the track and He will see to it that I finish it. No matter how weary my legs become, I have the strength in Christ to press on for it is God who works in me to accomplish his will. Besides, I am not on the track alone. If I look around me, there are my brothers and sisters in the race with me and even though we all run our own race, yet it is not a cheat if we help each other. The strong will help the weak and the Spirit helps us all.
I ought to be thinking that who can I be helping this week and who can I enlist to help me. The Christian life is sweet in fellowship and although there is one whom I would love to fellowship with because I have positive affections towards her, yet I must not be so blinded that my fellowship is offered in such a selfish way. I must love all with the love that Christ has loved me and not be hesitant to lay down my life for my brothers and sisters.
K.Oni
Is she the reason I will die for love,
March the earth to find Christ' dove.
All the world had a tale to tell,
Of her whom I delight to draw water from her bottomless well.
If grief had a face, mine would be a perfect fit.
We are in different lanes,
She would not have seen something so plain.
K.Oni
Where are you my dear?
Do you see me pining under the darkest of nights?
O my life it topples under this weight of grief
Your beauty, my only hope eludes me
Secluding me to the depths of woe.
K.Oni
What should my move now be?
Should I embark on a hearty attempt to win her
Will this course of action result in my loss of her.
But if I keep it the same, nothing will change.
She will end up in the arms of another anyway.
What have I to lose but her?
Grant me a sign dear Lord
For I know now that I must change my frame.
She is to me a perfect picture
A constant moment of wonder
Yet will she be illusive and I will be alone
To search the earth for another excellence!
K.Oni
My sins are deep
Deeper than the sea.
I always want to feel close to Jesus,
Help me Holy Spirit maintain my aim.
Help me keep focus on the only prize worth having for all eternity.
K.Oni
I knew a sad boy who came to me and said
Is she my cross to bear? To carry to the hills of Golgotha, and lay to rest. But she is no sin nor vice nor a temptation but a delight I cannot have. It seems my head will explode with the constant thoughts of all of her ways. Oh how her beauty has impressed itself on me, dear God let me have her or cease my desires. She is ten leagues above me, am I destined to enjoy her from afar.
K.Oni
