“I look forward to the day when I hear “crack…crash” – the sound of the dam in my mind breaking apart; Releasing all the mysteries it had been holding back…quite sure it would make quite a splash.” – Makafui.
“It is somewhat fascinating, how some plans and projections and speculations are worth less than nothing.” – Makafui.
His Presence (I)
In Your presence, I do not shout to be heard, but to be felt.
In the depths of the night when Your goodness dawns on me,
Filling me with the pressing need,
To shout so loud I can feel my eardrums quiver.
There are days when the Word comes like a gentle breeze – cooling and refreshing;
There are days when it comes like thunder – with warnings and reprimands;
There are days when it comes like rain – blessing and softening;
Every day it is like the sun – bringing Light and Life.
The voices are here again;
And these are not the friendly kind;
Not the ones that laugh at the jokes only I understand;
Not the ones I argue with about which color shoes match with color suit;
Or ask where I left my keys last night;
Not the ones that tell me to get my backside off the bed and into the shower;
Those voices can be irritating, but I know they mean well.
This Heart of Mine
This heart of mine won’t let me have any peace.
See, there it goes chasing after another butterfly.
It flutters in the wind, dancing now,
Then throwing a tantrum in the next – ah,
There it goes falling head over heels. [sigh]