Olúwafèyíṣarámi

Something struck me today as odd. Its just a fly thought. We often refer to God as awesome, good, faithful in relation to our own plans. This is what I mean. When things are rosy, we see God and praise him and acknowledge him as the God of all good things. But when things are bad, are we saying that we have left God and it is the devil that is now in charge of our lives? What God are we serving? The God of all good things or the God of ALL things? If we really read the scriptures, we will see Job, we will see Jesus and we will see Paul...men who suffered affliction for His sake. And it reminded me of an old friend whom I asked a rare question. "If things don't go according to plan, does it make God less faithful?" When you were making plans, did it include God? Or you just figured that that is what's best for you? And then you simply shove all your plans down God's throat to make it his own will as well? That's a laugh. Cos it never works that way....

How great you are.... Oh how great your love. Is this how you deal with a man you love? I am humbled by the things you do to shift our focus straight. Great and mighty things but terrible You break us because you only desire a humble spirit You prune us because you desire us to be much more fruitful. You take what we love the most Just to make you God over our lives. You scatter us that you may gather us as one. Lord, is this how you deal with man? That you will do all just to make him bow to you alone? How you flog and chastise us so that we may become that sweet smelling aroma that you so desire. Because you love us so. So we lift our hands and sing to you That our lives may ever please you. That you may ever humble our hearts and keep us in a state that will be your utmost pleasure. That we will be fully worked on And become the image of the son. Lord, we love you. And we acknowledge you for who you are in our lives. We acknowledge all that you have done for us...

You have given me all but the one thing I have always wanted of you ALL And you bend your back to make it happen too. And I'm grateful. But.... Perhaps, I always asked for the wrong thing Or maybe it coincidentally was the one thing you could not give to me Maybe its not just yours to give to me Or mine to receive from you. That resolved, There's no pain. No loss. Just resolution.... Then, forgiveness. Peace. Joy.

I thought  posted this a long time ago. just found it in my archive. Can one struggle against the waters and succeed? Can one swim against the tide without tiring out? My words fail me And the little things of joy I feel I lack the enthusiasm to share Some mechanism in me squashes it. I try to bring up my questions But they r absurd to the ears Tell me then, wouldn't it be wise to drown? Mistakes? Everyone has made them. But it is what we do with them that sets us apart Rahab till date is still to many, a prostitute And David, a murderer. No matter what I do right, I can't erase my mistakes. I can only make sure I don't repeat them. But some people's god given talent Is just to remind me of those things While the others are left to encourage. Right now, Like right now now, I wish I had the words to speak And the ears to hear me. I wish I could be so vulnerable and not have to be goddamn strong all the time. I wish everyone sees my foolish...

My heart burns for you But I can only say much so few My eyes overflow with the streams within... But all my lips can do is pray. That you leave the logics of this world And trust in Him to take you through the unknown... He alone knows the way through And all he requires is a spirit that is too broken Not to but follow. One aim. One reason. One desire. Just to please him. How? How can one ever please this God? He demands and demands and yet claims to be displeased! He demands sacrifices, and we bring to Him. The offerings we bring, carefully adhering to every rule. Yet, sacrifices and offerings you do not desire. You are just not a God of protocols and traditions. You desire so much more.... A broken spirit; A contrite heart. My hands ache to hold you close in embrace, And my feet long to walk with you But I submit all that I want I lift it up as an evening sacrifice to God An offering burnt whole. If peradventure, it passes through the fire and survives, ...

I wish you could hear the screams beneath my smile If only you see the leap in my heart when I see you. If only you knew how I long to just release the reins How I wish you would see that I don't always want to be strong If you only listen, you will hear the loudness of the unspoken words And see clearly the whirlwind beneath the calm polish. I say these words but I guard against you with my life. Why would I want you to see, only to be ridiculed? Or heard only to be left over exposed? Why would I want to show my weakness when you will not hold me up? If you listen long enough Or stick around with eyes focused, You will hear, you will see.

this is just one of those things that catch my attention. the basic questions........ “We look out on the world today, on what we call the Christian world, and we see its state, which is indeed very like that in the days of the Judges. We see divisions and failures in what is called ‘the Church,’ and the question arises: Is it possible to have a whole testimony, a full testimony? Is it possible to have a complete expression of the Lord’s mind? The answer that is so often returned may be stated thus: ‘Well, that is the ideal, but you are setting yourself an impossible task if you attempt it. You had better accept the situation, regard it as all in ruins, and make the best of it!’” “Are you content with that? I am not, and I have decided that even if I die in the attempt, I will give myself to the obtaining of a fuller expression of the Lord’s mind. In so far as my own life is concerned, it is going to be poured out to the last to get His people to the fullness of His will, and I am...