we rushed into blind political euphoria

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iuEHZhVmal8 

Light Shining out of Darkness

BY WILLIAM COWPER

1

God moves in a mysterious way,

His wonders to perform;

He plants his footsteps in the sea,

And rides upon the storm.

2

Deep in unfathomable mines

Of never-failing skill,

He treasures up his bright designs,

And works his sov'reign will.

3

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,

The clouds ye so much dread

Are big with mercy, and shall break

In blessings on your head.

4

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,

But trust him for his grace;

Behind a frowning providence

He hides a smiling face.

5

His purposes will ripen fast,

Unfolding ev'ry hour;

The bud may have a bitter taste,

But sweet will be the flow'r.

6

Blind unbelief is sure to err,

And scan his work in vain;

God is his own interpreter,

And he will make it plain.

More reflections?

 It makes me happy to credit my niceness, my good manners, my loveliness, my good motives, all of it, to Christ, to be so thoroughly satisfied & convinced of his unblemished righteousness, to vitally rely on his saving grace...to take offense & concede that I am a sheep like hypocrite saved by a meek carpenter from Nazareth...saved despite my pious & public declaration of sin ‘s power in me, to be convinced I am okay in the perfect purity of Jesus, to be loved despite myself...Every good thing I have/do comes from Him, for without him I can do no good thing...”I must decrease, he must increase”  

Birthday reflections

May we WAKE UP from the busy traffic of chasing after the empty promises of a good life, May we be profoundly aware of the shortness of life and may that drive us to seek eternal purpose in Christ and not in our decaying selves...and after we’ve fulfilled our hidden agendas... those selfish ambitions and unholy preoccupation with romance, success & other God- undermining things ...I hope  we discern the rubishness of these fleeting things...May we then take time to pause, reflect, introspect, repent & seek Christ, and may he be the renewer and shaper of our lives’ purpose. Colossians 2: 7. , Psalm 90:12

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=qG_bf6tO3RE

I'm finally home.

but in this house, only renowned poets retire,

so the refuge  here, is not quite deserved 

I wish they'd take me to another oasis

wherein, known or unknown we all belonged,

and there I'd share my gift

with hyprocrites and saints alike,

for I am  looking for an intellectual debate

more than that its resolution,

I want this generation to talk about :

 *oppulence and social injustice.

 *the redistribution of wealth and the bravery   to command it! 

speaking about this and knowing when not to...

though a man must exercise reasoned patience

and speak with caution about the queries in his heart,

 someone must vocalise these things,

problems and their solutions, adress them and then people will progress

Though some may hate you ,

speak the truth,

Unless if  man's favour and applause are all you seek...

perhaps I might brave the chaos,

and rest for those who listen with their temper.

and speak for those who have tried to on their own,

maybe then , this change I long for will be realised...

 One day I will...

Grace to Grace

 The heart recoils from the horror of its unloveliness,

... (e.g those indecencies it harbors like a harlot)

Heart reckons with itself at deepest levels 

Of immorality, sin & sorry-ness

Christ excavated all those things out of her, 

An angelic harassment,

a poor child, 

All that poise, naive giggles & niceness 

All that, was hidden vermin in the soul, 

And shame, It’s true, 

Her soul was never holy,

(Painful realizations are coming)

That insidious thing never loved Jesus, 

The tongue was just being a hypocrite, 

There  never was a sacred mess,

Nothing divine in there...

Even this new humility is perforated with 

So much self deception...

(Painful realizations are coming)

Now we launch again, 

With a tiredness & an insistence begotten by God: 

A seeking of a dirty manger, 

A knocking, 

An asking 

An uninspiring persistence 

...Find Him (Jesus) again...

Again & Again

From grace to grace...

Tumelo ya Bapostola

 Ke dumela go Modimo Tate yo maatla ka moka, mohlodi wa legodimo le lefase. 

Ke dumela le go Jesu Kriste Morwa wa gagwe motswalwanoši, 

Morena wa rena, yo a amogetšwego go Moya o Mokgethwa, 

a belegwa ke Maria kgarebe,

 a hlokofatšwa mehleng ya Pontio Pilato, 

a bapolwa sefapanong, a hwa, a bolokwa, a fologela heleng, 

a tsoga bahung ka letšatši la boraro, 

a rotogela legodimong, gomme o dutše letsogong le letona la Modimo, 

Tate yo maatla ka moka, mo a tlogo boa gona go tlo ahlola ba ba phelago le ba ba hwilego. 

Ke dumela le go Moya o Mokgethwa, 

le Kereke e kgethwa ya bohle,

 le tshwaragano ya bakgethwa, le tebalelo ya dibe, 

le tsogo ya mmele, le bophelo bjo bo sa felego.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=nNiYUPsHgls

She longs for You

 Child stops relying on her imagination,

...starts to rely on the object of her unrequited prayers... 

She seeks desperately the 

Holy presence of a muted God,

She’s propelled to take to her knees 

The heavy yoke in her heart..

She’s desperate for He 

Who seats in heaven 

Her soul wrestles with theology 

Even to the point of angry reluctance, 

She is desperate and believes you will come...

Dear lovely one :

Come complete, 

Not in anxiety-inducing intervals, 

She Longs for you...

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=6GgNw2neYrU