Poetry
You Will Not See the Kingdom
Are you gay? Do you perform sex before marriage? Well, are you a drunkard? Or have you conned someone? Wait, do you love gossip? That it has become part of your lip? Maybe the…
Poetry
Let God Judge His People
‘Mary is a whore The so-called praise and worship leader Is morally depraved, filthy and full of murk. Yet she is at the altar every Sunday Crying to God and speaking in tongues…
S
Poetry
Sin Is Expensive
I tabulated the cost of sinning Against the cost of doing good The cost of slander, hate and depravity Against the cost of forgiveness, love and goodness I had to buy drugs to get…
Poetry
I Never Made Myself
I always thought I got it all As am responsible for my rise and fall I always thought I directed my trajectory And who and what influenced my life story I was so full of myself…
Poetry
Is There Anything You Cannot Do?
Then Abram laughed, his face down Struck with bewilderment and in awe ‘Lord, are you being sarcastic?’ ‘How can a man my age get a son?’ Then I laughed, my eyes gazed at the sky…
H
Poetry
Heal Me From My Sin
Sometimes God, everything seems plastic As the guilt from my sin feels drastic Am yoked to all that is evil Am buried to all that digs like a weevil And the devil implants into me…
Poetry
I Know Who I Am
I am made of the love of Christ That no one can snuff my light I am in full armor of God ready to fight Anything that makes me lose sight And lets me soar into sin like a kite I…
Poetry
My Light
I don’t know how my light shines I don’t know if my voice soothes or whines I don’t know if my 2016 gave me a sign That my 2017 will be curvy or in line But all I know is that am…
Poetry
I Am More Than a Conqueror
I have heard more of prosperity gospel Where to conquer primarily meant to own wealth To be powerful, influential and have a say And every year was my year of prosperity One set…
Y
Poetry
Your 2017 - Make It Different
I have had a rough 2016. I cannot blame it entirely on the devil or say that evil schemes were set upon me. Maybe most of these tests were hurdles I had to jump so that I could…
Poetry
Why Are You Not Happy?
Why am I happy? Did someone make me? Or is it a natural feeling? Did it come from God? As when it heats me, never gets cold? How do I know I am happy? When my eyes get drowsy and…
Poetry
The Beggar
Am destitute, my organs left like a thief’s loot Am mute, tired, dirty and covered with soot In the cold and chilly morning I sit on this dirty but busy stairs Awaiting this one…