It’s a minute to midnight, I’m watching the clock tick-tock its way to a new dawn; Trying to capture the exact moment of the transition; This wouldn’t be my first attempt, Though each time I’d managed to miss the tangibility Of that sharp dividing line separating old from new.
Sometimes I wish everything would come to a standstill – A moment of silence to acknowledge the passing of a season. Sometimes I wish there would be a tremor Through the fabric of existence, To signal the birth of a new cycle.
“Suffering is a symptom of visible creation in the throes of death. A visceral expression of the gradual demise due to the poisoning of a once perfect world. The culprit? Sin, a poison that corrupts and destroys. The antidote? Christ, bringing life and hope to a suffering dying world.” – Makafui.
“Some things are too expensive to buy, yet too precious to ignore. Your life is not worthless – no life is; Christ has paid for your life with His, that you may have eternal life. Won’t you let Him have yours now to complete the deal? A one-sided deal is no deal at all. You must do your part. And sometimes your part is simply sincerely saying, ‘I surrender’.” – Makafui.
Find me on my knees, Kneeling on my doubts and distresses; Hands clasped, holding tight my faith; Eyes closed firmly, that I may not be moved by sight; My words are incoherent, rightly depicting the state of my mind; My mouth seems too slow, not fast enough to articulate the flow – The gushing of thoughts and emotions from my mind backed up behind my throat, My tongue feels tired, but there’s a will That seeks to push until something happens… Giving no rest to self or God;- The mystery that keeps mighty men on their feet in battle, And keeps the sword of the warrior stuck to his hands Even when his arms are wearied beyond remedy; And keeps him facing a thousand as they descend on him Breathing destruction and slaughter…. A small portion of the mystery, that brought a Man To the carrying of the burdens of the whole world.
“There’s nothing more miserable than ignorance of the secret of Life. You may blunder your way to the pearly gates of Heaven, but you will not enter by mistake. There is Someone you must know to have access to what lies beyond those awesome doors. Do you know Him? Really know Him? And does He know you? Because it would be utterly devastating to be told on that fateful day, ‘Access denied,’ and, ‘I don’t know you.'” – Makafui.
The mysteries of divine irony:
That an ancient symbol of shame
In one day became the ultimate symbol of hope;
The price was a life so pure that shame fled.
The crying cross that weeps blood,
Lamenting at the silence of the Saints –
Silent in comfort, but powerfully verbal in persecution –
Blood-marked men wrung through the wheels of suffering
Their robes made white by a thorough washing in Blood. Continue reading →
Sing me a song that sounds like the cry of my soul.
I don’t have the voice or the skill,
But I’ll like to hear my soul’s song outside the confines of my being;
So please, If you can, sing me that song, that keeps stirring me up.
I don’t want to be the only one with these goosebumps,
Or the euphoria and the resonating sympathies of these chords. Continue reading →