Thursday, 3 September 2015

Looking to the day I will be still

I feel guilty
how can I escape and feel freedom?
lately I’ve been dreaming of death
she sounds sweetly
save me!
I need a saviour that will whip me
ritual my days
imaginary is what I’m wishing,
looking to the day when I will be still.
Aching desire to accomplish my end
hating my jealousy
thinking deep past death,
the threat of living keeps me bound
in my agitated demise,
I feel guilty
Looking to the day I will be still
Nobody needs me.



K.Oni

Wednesday, 5 August 2015

Happy I am

Happy I am
Happy to stand
To walk in the light of eternal life.

Happy I am
Happy to sit 
Under the shadow of the Almighty.

Happy I am
Happy to walk
With her to paradise and beyond. 

K.Oni 

Pain lingers in my heart

Pain lingers in my heart
It is the death of me. 
The lines of life have awfully swayed
To sorrow's lodging.
She welcomes me to dine with sombre
And play along with gloom.
After many years she (sorrow) said
Your pain with me will lead to an early death. 

K.Oni

End of the world

The world is quiet 
Overhung with gloom 
Her proud beauty Destroyed, 
along with her shame. 


Where are her echoes 
The noise she loudly sang 
To go beyond eternity? 
The debris 
Now superior to her callous society! 

K.Oni

God loves his own

God loves his own. He loves them so much that he would bring about the greatest suffering upon them to bring them back to himself and to glory.

The centuries have confirmed this noble truth in the life of many Christians. Jesus himself was perfected through suffering. Through many heartaches did our Lord enter into glory. And we should expect nothing less.

It is a rarity that God should let a saint pass into eternal life without difficulty. It is like looking for gold among sands. One must look for gold between rocks or at the bottom of streams.

Many Christians after passing through their valley of death say with that Blessed apostle to whom suffering was a never ceasing companion that, 'For we were so utterly burdened beyond our strength that we despaired of life itself. Indeed, we felt that we had received the sentence of death. '

O right now poor Christian, does your heartache? Does your unbearable pain bring you to that sorrowful conclusion that you have indeed received the sentence of death! Do you right now wave a white flag above your head and call for the sweet arms of death to take you to paradise? O miserable child, I share your heartache, Paul shares your heartache, David Brainered shares your heartache, the king of glory weeping at Gethsemane shares your heartache; but we must persevere, for the suffering apostle continues his words:

'But that was to make us rely not on ourselves but on God who raises the dead.'

Ah, the end of all our sufferings! To take us away from ourselves and rely on God. The weeping Christ relied on God, the suffering apostle relied on God. Now it is your turn to follow in such faithful steps.

God loves his own. He loves them dearly that he would not let them enter hell in their pleasures but heaven in their misery.

The converted soul looks upon the agony of his heart, yea when reflecting on the many lashes on his soul, that it was God meaning all thirty-nine lashes as discipline of love.

O, has a person broken your heart or have you been the instrument of breaking another's heart? God uses both means to bring his own back to himself. In the latter we see ourselves as depraved sinners as the bible affirms that we are and we look for sweet mercy from the christ who was crucified. And in the latter we confess that all we have is Christ and his merit to gain; that we are in ourselves unworthy deserving the worst but sweet kindness has comforted us with the sweetest of comforts in the blessed Holy Trinity.

God loves his own. Through many pains and heartache, he brings them home.


K.Oni

Saturday, 25 July 2015

Psalm 93: An Exposition

One of the clearest biblical truths is that God reigns. He is sovereign, the only ruler of the cosmos. He is the great Creator of all things and governs all creatures, actions, and things, from the greatest even to the least. There is nothing outside of his sovereignty, even the remotest particle is under his Sovereign sway.

God reigns and He is robed in majesty. That is his Sovereignty is clothed with the greatest conceivable beauty. God reigns but not like the most despotic of rulers, or Kings who are bent solely on destruction, but he reigns magnificently and efficiently administering his mercy and grace to all creation, kissing all his works with the soft kindness of his tenderness. O to have seen the universe before the fall, to have beheld that uncorrupted creation! Men could almost be justified in worshiping her, but our uncorrupted reason would have prevented such a catastrophe.

God reigns but many scoff at this truth. They deny him his basic right namely his absolute sovereignty over the cosmos he himself established. Yes, the world is established and it shall never be moved. They deny his personal involvement and attribute the cause of this fine world to a force that cannot be known, or they established it upon nothingness. But the truth remains, namely that God reigns and he has put on strength as his belt. Only God has the power of being in Himself. He alone exists necessarily and all other things exist in him and move and have their being. The psalmist understood this simple truth, the simple truth bellowed by nature which was subjected to futility, not willingly, but because of him (God) who subjected it, is tortured with frustration at those who seek to attribute to her what they should attribute to the one who reigns, whose throne is established from of old; who is from everlasting.

God reigns and nature knows it. She knows her maker, the kind One who fashioned her from nothing and established her to be what she is. She understands her part in his universal plan of him who has worked all things according to the counsel of his own personal will. She adores the Sovereign loving hands that moulded her. That is why the floods lift up, yea they rise up in praise, even that flood which once a time destroyed the earth. She lifted her voice in praise delighting in the obedience of her maker’s will, but not in the destruction itself because her maker does not take delight in the death of the wicked, but does take delight in vindicating his justice, the floods delighted in obeying his will and thus lift up the gloriousness of his name declaring that the Lord on high is mighty.

The psalmist, yea the inspired psalmist in the last verse comforts himself with the application of this grand truth. Your decrees are trustworthy. That is his promises, his verdicts, rulings, judgements, declarations are upright, truthful and trustworthy to himself so he takes great delight in Yahweh’s Sovereignty. God is for him, God is working all things together for his good.

Man never needs doubt his God but there are many who find him suspicious. Some like Adam think that he withholds the greatest happiness from them when he commands them not to do a thing. Others are blind and are in that cave of unbelief and will not gather themselves to come out into his light to see that he really is good. But if they had a personal relationship with him, they too would have soon come to the same conclusion as the psalmist who says holiness befits your house, O Lord forevermore. God is clothed in majesty; He is eternally clothed in sweet holiness and righteousness and what sweet relaxation this is for the righteous. The sinner can take refuge in God’s goodness for it was Him who sent forth his Son, yea that prophesised Messiah that was to come to his own people and justify the ungodly. His saving work now clothes all who would come to him with that unique righteousness, that all who say they are his, yea his precious sheep can say they are covered with the holiness of God, and this being so God is for them forever. Holiness befits your house, O God, Holiness befits his people forever.

K.Oni

Sunday, 5 July 2015

I Love your House

I love the house of God, that redeemed community of praise. Like the Psalmist I say, I will go into your house with burnt offerings; I will pay you my vows. My buisness in your house is thankfulness. A heart resolute to worship you in my happiness and brokenness.

If I am broken, out of the depth I will cry to you. O Lord hear my voice says my soul, and I will not be ashamed to mingle my supplications with tears and sobbs. In my barrenness I will call to you my everlasting helper - then I will praise you with all I have. All of my strength will be spent on you as one rejoices at a football game when their team snatches the victory. For your mercy is renewed towards me every day. O that sweet distinguishing mercy which you daily lavish on my sinful head.

I will offer you new praises. Sing my soul to the Lord a new song for he has done marvellous things! I will go into your house. But surely, here in the calm of my room, in the private of my home, I can worship you and praise you. But in fellowship, in that house of yours, in the presence of all the saints, praising you is deeper and the chorus of our praises unites with those above us, those who have gone before us.

I love your house my Lord, may my business there be always thankfulness.

K.Oni

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