Some say words are cheap; I disagree in part;
For my words are heavy and expensive,
Because they are not entirely mine.
I’m learning to let mine simmer
In the broth of truth over the fires of faith.
Hither and tither I go;
I search for a spot to restock.
I’ve run out of my signature commodity;
My warehouses are full of things in demand,
But absolutely devoid of anything of true worth.
“The mystery of divine love, how it weighs down the mind, but lifts up the heart. True love can not be simulated, it has to be experienced, and the experience brings a conviction from the heart, that subdues the mind.” – Makafui.
You look like you could use a rest;
Why don’t we be friends? I could help sate your thirst.
Lend me a bit of your time, and I’ll share with you the most precious thing I have – Life in abundance.
The road to the hall of fame of faith is paved with obedience.
By faith mortals grab a hold of the divine;
Looking beyond the visible, tangible, and expressible.
In obedience the substance of faith is tried and tested;
Proven beyond doubt, honoured without reproach;
Consigned to the realms of the visible.
“Now this life is the ultimate adventure, the divinely rigged game of ‘Hide and Seek’ of epic proportions on a universal scale. He says “Seek, and you shall find…” The search is an exhilarating thrill, not finding is of terrible consequence. So I seek, with all I am.” – Makafui.
When my heart becomes Yours and Your taste lingers on my tongue;
Because You’ve wooed me, and called me to taste and see how sweet.
When I breathe in Your presence with each passing breath;
Feel it pass from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet – empowering.
When I feel Your caress with every rubbing of my clothes,
Reminding me even in the darkest of moments how close You really are.
“Be encouraged, when the days are dreary and the nights uncertain;
When ‘life’ threatens to happen, and ‘times’ plot mischief.
Ploys and schemes, no matter how intricate,
Must bow before the simple profundity of Faith.
“You are not allowed to hate yourself. For if your body is His temple, and you are ransomed and paid for, what are you really doing when you hate yourself, or hurt yourself? Selflessness isn’t about choosing to cause harm to yourself when faced with a choice between yourself and someone else. It is making the effort, and finding by wisdom the choice that leaves both yourself and others unscathed.” – Makafui.
He made you, patiently knit you,
Each strand purposefully chosen;
Shades of colours, textures and strength,
His hands went over every piece,
His breath filled every part;
He looked and said, ‘It is good, it is unique,
It’s another masterpiece.’