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Time is like a river. You cannot touch the same water twice, because the flow that has passed will never pass again. Enjoy every moment of your life. Have an Enjoyable day! 👍

God that cannot lie promised – Titus 1:2

Faith is not working up by will power a sort of certainty that something is coming to pass, but it is seeing as an actual fact that God has said that this thing shall come to pass, and that it is true, and then rejoicing to know that it is true, and just resting because God has said it.

Faith turns the promise into a prophecy. While it is merely a promise it is contingent upon our cooperation. But when faith claims it, it becomes a prophecy, and we go forth feeling that it is something that must be done because God cannot lie.—Days of Heaven upon Earth

I hear men praying everywhere for more faith, but when I listen to them carefully, and get at the real heart of their prayer, very often it is not more faith at all that they are wanting, but a change from faith to sight.

Faith says not, “I see that it is good for me, so God must have sent it,” but, “God sent it, and so it must be good for me.”

Faith, walking in the dark with God, only prays Him to clasp its hand more closely. —Phillips Brooks

“The Shepherd does not ask of thee
Faith in thy faith, but only faith in Him; 
And this He meant in saying, ‘Come to me.’
In light or darkness seek to do His will,
And leave the work of faith to Jesus still.”

Streams in the Desert

For how long
Must I sit at the river bank
Waiting for the joy the morrow brings?

For how long
Must I walk around a naked shore
Praying to stumble upon some precious stones?

Is there magic in the wind
That snuggles my brow?
Will it heal my aching heart?

Is there beauty in the blue sky
Stretching endlessly above my head?

Is there still confidence in humanity?
Is there still trust in the world
Since the fall of Adam and the lost of Eden?
Will there ever come a time
When peace will return to this earth?

© Olatuja Oloyede

"BEHIND THE SCENE" By: CHUKWUPAT'O

As in the days of yore,
without abyss,tantamount today.
We have heard,but have not seen,
we perceived,but have never tasted,
Angelic in speech
devillish in actions.

Much seriousness for nothing but to fail.
Reverberating mezaiah! Mezaiah!! mezaiah!!!
Phynotypically humans,genotypically vultures
even nurturing grudges before the carcas,
Promising bait as an award.
Who is fooling who?

We have just a Saviour
and this we know.
Even your animus reflected in the dark,
we have no choices,but just a choice,
what an abysmal abyss shyster
an accolade for my dear traitorous nation, prognosticating agendas beyond their lifetime.
If they do not know,
tell them WE DO,
not ignoramus of that.
era of insubordinators,
destructions in-lieu of transformations.

© CHUKWUPAT'O

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💐Mistakes, Failures, Insult, Frustration and Rejection are part of Growth and Progress! ✨Nobody ever achieved anything Worthwhile without facing these 5⃣ things in Life ✨. Have a Lovely Progressive day ahead! 👍 💐

African time
How long you have been here
Where you come from
Many know
Like one of us
You were accepted with intentions
Intentions unclear
African time
Now you are a household name
Every event you there
Killing hopes
Destroying integrity
Disappointing the next generation.
Soon you be a lifestyle
Is it too late?
African time strike again
Won she did
Cry we did
But life goes on
It goes on with a new hope
A new hope of change.
African time
Like alcohol you coated yourself with sweetness
Sweetness that intoxicate
Intoxicate us to madness.
"It is not yet time" you existed from
No wonder, even your foundation is evil.

© Aigbe Best Osama

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☀We are humans, we are not perfect. We try things, make mistakes, stumble and fall. We get hurt, but we rise again! We try, keep learning, growing 💖 improvising and improving, thus ✨expressing 🙏Thankfulness for this priceless Opportunity✨ called Life!☀ Have an Improvised day today!! 💖 🌻

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Sighs II by Tayo Oladipo

When was it we danced
To _the cowhide drum_
Under this full moon?

When was it we stood
Under the cocoa tree
When you said you'll come back soon?

When was it since this hands held you
And this lips quiver, short of words?
My tears rained torrents!

It feels like two score years ago,
But it's only a fortnight.

When will I hear your innocent laughter?
I long for your tickles.
When will you coo in my ears
And calm my fears?
When will I get a chance to say
You are all I live for?
Adunni, when will I see you again?

When the bitter memories strike,
And I cannot but weep
Like an infant, home alone,
Whose mother has gone to the market...

...when I open the door at every knock
Only to find a random visitor
Or mum calling her wood-splitter,
Her only love...

...when I look at the sky at night,
Counting the stars,
Making poems,
Only to look and not find you beside me...

...when my misty sighs, thick as smoke
Send up my wishes to the Father,
To hasten death or wealth...

...when I wish I had a better fate,
Or a better-cut face,
I also wish I am not so vain!

© Tayo Oladipo

Commit and Rest

Faith is...the evidence of things not seen – Heb 11:1

True faith drops its letter in the post office box, and lets it go. Distrust holds on to a corner of it, and wonders that the answer never comes. I have some letters in my desk that have been written for weeks, but there was some slight uncertainty about the address or the contents, so they are yet unmailed. They have not done either me or anybody else any good yet. They will never accomplish anything until I let them go out of my hands and trust them to the postman and the mail.

This is the way with true faith. It hands its case over to God, and then He works. That is a fine verse in the Thirty-seventh Psalm: “Commit thy way unto the Lord, trust also in Him, and He worketh.” But He never worketh till we commit. Faith is a receiving or still better, a taking of God’s proffered gifts. We may believe, and come, and commit, and rest; but we will not fully realize all our blessing until we begin to receive and come into the attitude of abiding and taking. —Days of Heaven upon Earth

Dr. Payson, when a young man, wrote as follows, to an aged mother, burdened with intense anxiety on account of the condition of her son: “You give yourself too much trouble about him. After you have prayed for him, as you have done, and committed him to God, should you not cease to feel anxious respecting him? The command, ’Be careful for nothing,’ is unlimited; and so is the expression, ’Casting all your care on him.’ If we cast our burdens upon another, can they continue to press upon us? If we bring them away with us from the Throne of Grace, it is evident we do not leave them there. With respect to myself, I have made this one test of my prayers: if after committing anything to God, I can, like Hannah, come away and have my mind no more sad, my heart no more pained or anxious, I look upon it as one proof that I have prayed in faith; but, if I bring away my burden, I conclude that faith was not in exercise.”

Streams from the Desert

O. 'Biyi Michael

Poets are humans?

I've seen many Poets
                          Poets
Who sing of sunrise
In the Wilderness like one Forerunner...

I've seen many Poets
                          Poets
Who ring of sunset
Summon the tender caress of the moon.

I've seen many Poets
                          Poets
Who dream of dawn
When the night is never nigh.

I've seen many Poets
                          Poets
Who linger not to tell
When things turn around.

I've seen many Poets
                          Poets
Who Jingle the gong
When ambush lies in wait to still the human soul.

I've seen many Poets
                          Poets
Who some politrickal demons brutalize
When their Muses dare to dare the "un"- dare -"able".

A paucity of Poets
Have I seen...
From the ascent of ages
...during its Spring, through its Summer
To the autumn and the coda of the Winter...

At war-times,
Peace-tides, which
The Heavens Excrete upon the nations.

I've never seen a Poet
                          a Poet
Who lived and then died.

© O Biyi Michael

who said so,
that this body is healthy?
Beyond doubt is an apocryphal.
Never!
It is my body,
I once felt the pains.

The flutists are UNTRUTHFUL,
the talking-drummers are TRAITORS,
the rearers are NAMAS.
Hear me,
oh! Towers of babels,
The wise fools,
foolish and unwise.

We inherited this disease,
inhabitating this virus in our veins,
yet no hope of panacea.
We are perfect match but...
You are the best,
but my brother wins.
Anarchism and death shall ever smile,
with this dance to our graves.

© CHUKWUPAT'O

They said my grandfather had seven wives,
So came the story of their predated lives,
Their troubles and pains led to his ornamental hunch back,
Resulting to his death from an heart attack,
... Blah blah blah.
.
They called my father an oaf,
Poor him! He couldn't afford a loaf,
His destiny was surrounded by black birds our village,
He only hoped and hoped till his black bears became grey across his age.
He barely paid half of my mother's dowry,
And hardly had himself to father me,
... Blah blah blah
.
But this time I chose my path,
I drew my line,
I followed my mind,
To a radiant, like Venus raising from a foam-flecked sea.
With you I want to see years go by,
To you I will sing sweet lullaby,
Only you I would love or go blind
... Blah blah blah.
.
Balogun David
(drunk🍺Poet 📝)
© 2017

I'd have Imagined a world without you
Laughing and smiling indiffrently
To the boring jokes we hear
It wouldn't just converge

You lighten up my life
You bring out smiles to the back of my head
I'm lost in joy with our discussions
You mean the world to me

Our compatibility is like an unseen force
Darest anyone to stop it?
For during the thickest moments
We stand for each other like a soldier and his gun

You're full of surprises,laughter, brightness
The best person I know
A space for two I place not in my heart
For who can understand me like you do

If I could wish
I'd wish for you all over as my blood again
So I'd make you more proud
And be your best bud

You're my number 1
I admirest thou so much
You're an incomparable person
You're so unique

I write out of joy,happiness
Thankful to have met someone like you
Who at thought brings me joy
The greatest person i know

©Tujahsuccess
Dedicated to Olakunle comfort

My head hidden in the valley
Deeply clothed with sparks of blood
I see guns smiling and dancing
The nation in a happy turmoil

I hear the pulpit crying for peace
The streets full of deserted bones
Where Did we go wrong?
Forgetting the golden path

When will our world get better
When bullets and bombs are like sugar and honey
With our wounded tongues
We lick our lost and dried blood on the floor

I am an advocate
I seek for peace
Let us live in harmony
And be as a new born child

Let us drink the milk of love
And eat the meat of patience
And let us now walk through our memories
Like the days of old

Let our minds. Be as the clouds
Our heart as calm as water
Not like a burning furnace
But like the blossoming of fresh daffodils

©Tujahsuccess

The fear of love or emotional relationship is called aphenphosmphobia

I've seen more people suffer the pangs of love than the stings of vipers....I've seen more hearts broken in the mines of love than the grains in the mill...

So tell me friends, if a poisoned drink is  offered a sane man and he drinks conscious of the hankering doom, what use is it complaining of rumbling stomach....

If a man with his eyes wide opens falls in love, let him walk softly... Romeo and Jack never made it through the vault of affection... But if you are on the glades of emotions already, best of luck friend...

Right now I'm sitting on  lofty stairs shuffling my gaze between the stars and the pads of my phone wondering why between the pumping of my veins lies that very thing ____aphenphosmphobia

©Olatuja Oloyede

The sick healer

My soul aches,
Like a brain suffering from tumor.
My soul breaks,
Like that of a new day,
Telegraphing my tears  along with dolor,
Sormoning the beams of the sun each day.
.
So I sought this healer amongst waters,
Where birds sings and monkeys dance
Along the boulevards of blindness,
In a great hall of fame and great matters.
And herds converged, minds convened
Only with the Polaroids of sightlessness.
.
Like a drunkard she prays,
Come! Come to me she says,
To an abode of hypocrisy, jealousy, blasphemy and misery.
The therapeutic healer, healing in agony,
Dealing in the paradise of nightmares.
She would make a good gift in heaven,
But a better bribe in hell.

Balogun David {drunk poet}
Drunk Poets Society
© 2017

By Faith Abraham Obeyed

By faith Abraham, when he was called to go out into a place which he should after receive for an inheritance, obeyed – Heb 11:8

Whither he went, he knew not; it was enough for him to know that he went with God. He leant not so much upon the promises as upon the Promiser. He looked not on the difficulties of his lot, but on the King, eternal, immortal, invisible, the only wise God, who had deigned to appoint his course, and would certainly vindicate Himself. O glorious faith! This is thy work, these are thy possibilities; contentment to sail with sealed orders, because of unwavering confidence in the wisdom of the Lord High Admiral; willinghood to rise up, leave all, and follow Christ, because of the glad assurance that earth’s best cannot bear comparison with Heaven’s least. —F. B. M.

It is by no means enough to set out cheerfully with your God on any venture of faith. Tear into smallest pieces any itinerary for the journey which your imagination may have drawn up.

Nothing will fall out as you expect.

Your guide will keep to no beaten path. He will lead you by a way such as you never dreamed your eyes would look upon. He knows no fear, and He expects you to fear nothing while He is with you.

The day had gone; alone and weak 
I groped my way within a bleak
And sunless land.
The path that led into the light
I could not find! In that dark 
night God took my hand.

He led me that I might not stray, 
And brought me by a new, safe way 
I had not known. 
By waters still, through pastures green 
I followed Him—the path was clean 
Of briar and stone.

The heavy darkness lost its strength, 
My waiting eyes beheld at length 
The streaking dawn. 
On, safely on, through sunrise glow 
I walked, my hand in His, and lo, 
The night had gone.
—Annie Porter Johnson

Streams in the Desert

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MY HEART

My Heart
Like an abode
Where God dwells
Like a source
Where the words of my mouth flows
Like a camera
Pictures my future

My heart
Little as it is
Yet keeper of great things
Secured in God's word
Creating a brighter tomorrow

My heart
An epitome of beauty
A  carrier of strength
That loves endlessly
Even when hurt
Why do you act  strong?
Why do you hide your weakness?
Even when you are so fragile

My heart
Your strength is your shield
Against young boys
Who wants to break you
Because you are fragile
Your strength will shield you and
Protect you for your own love

© Oluwaferanmi Victoria

Honor Him in the Trials

Glorify ye the Lord in the fires – Isa 24:15

Mark the little word “in”! We are to honor Him in the trial—in that which is an affliction indeed and though there have been cases where God did not let His saints feel the fire, yet, ordinarily, fire hurts.

But just here we are to glorify Him by our perfect faith in His goodness and love that has permitted all this to come upon us.

And more than that, we are to believe that out of this is coming something more for His praise than could have come but for this fiery trial.

We can only go through some fires with a large faith; little faith will fail. We must have the victory in the furnace. —Margaret Bottome

A man has as much religion as he can show in times of trouble. The men who were cast into the fiery furnace came out as they went in—except their bonds.

How often in some furnace of affliction God strikes them off! Their bodies were unhurt—their skin not even blistered. Their hair was unsinged, their garments not scorched, and even the smell of fire had not passed upon them. And that is the way Christians should come out of furnace trials—liberated from their bonds, but untouched by the flames.

“Triumphing over them in it” (Col. 2:15).

That is the real triumph—triumphing over sickness, in it; triumphing over death, dying; triumphing over adverse circumstances, in them. Oh, believe me, there is a power that can make us victors in the strife. There are heights to be reached where we can look down and over the way we have come, and sing our song of triumph on this side of Heaven. We can make others regard us as rich, while we are poor, and make many rich in our poverty. Our triumph is to be in it. Christ’s triumph was in His humiliation. Possibly our triumph, also, is to be made manifest in what seems to others humiliation. —Margaret Bottome

Is there not something captivating in the sight of a man or a woman burdened with many tribulations and yet carrying a heart as sound as a bell? Is there not something contagiously valorous in the vision of one who is greatly tempted, but is more than conqueror? Is it not heartening to see some pilgrim who is broken in body, but who retains the splendor of an unbroken patience? What a witness all this offers to the enduement of His grace! —J. H. Jowett

“When each earthly prop gives under,
And life seems a restless sea,
Are you then a God-kept wonder,
Satisfied and calm and free?”

Streams in the Desert

Though love is just four letters
Which the mouth may utter in just one breathe
Yet full of mines
A wandering heart like mine has never grasped

Love is like a strong force
That takes the mind far off Many miles
Love is also that feeling that lights up smiles on the face
Like a melody,  love makes the heart joyous

Over and over again,  i thought about true love
I searched the hearts of men,  but couldn't find that love
Then I discovered that true love is a mystery
It can only be seen in the Creator

© Oluwaferanmi Victoria

Do Not Yield to Discouragement

They looked...and behold, the glory of the Lord appeared in the cloud – Exod 16:10

Get into the habit of looking for the silver lining of the cloud and when you have found it, continue to look at it, rather than at the leaden gray in the middle.

Do not yield to discouragement no matter how sorely pressed or beset you may be. A discouraged soul is helpless. He can neither resist the wiles of the enemy himself, while in this state, nor can he prevail in prayer for others.

Flee from every symptom of this deadly foe as you would flee from a viper. And be not slow in turning your back on it, unless you want to bite the dust in bitter defeat.

Search out God’s promises and say aloud of each one: “This promise is mine.” If you still experience a feeling of doubt and discouragement, pour out your heart to God and ask Him to rebuke the adversary who is so mercilessly nagging you.

The very instant you whole-heartedly turn away from every symptom of distrust and discouragement, the blessed Holy Spirit will quicken your faith and inbreathe Divine strength into your soul.

At first you may not be conscious of this, still as you resolutely and uncompromisingly “snub” every tendency toward doubt and depression that assails you, you will soon be made aware that the powers of darkness are falling back.

Oh, if our eyes could only behold the solid phalanx of strength, of power, that is ever behind every turning away from the hosts of darkness, God-ward, what scant heed would be given to the effort of the wily foe to distress, depress, discourage us!

All the marvelous attributes of the Godhead are on the side of the weakest believer, who in the name of Christ, and in simple, childlike trust, yields himself to God and turns to Him for help and guidance. —Selected

On a day in the autumn, I saw a prairie eagle mortally wounded by a rifle shot. His eye still gleamed like a circle of light. Then he slowly turned his head, and gave one more searching and longing look at the sky. He had often swept those starry spaces with his wonderful wings. The beautiful sky was the home of his heart. It was the eagle’s domain. A thousand times he had exploited there his splendid strength. In those far away heights he had played with the lightnings, and raced with the winds, and now, so far away from home, the eagle lay dying, done to the death, because for once he forgot and flew too low. The soul is that eagle. This is not its home. It must not lose the skyward look. We must keep faith, we must keep hope, we must keep courage, we must keep Christ. We would better creep away from the battlefield at once if we are not going to be brave. There is no time for the soul to stampede. Keep the skyward look, my soul; keep the skyward look!

“Keep looking up—
The waves that roar around thy feet,
Jehovah-Jireh will defeat
When looking up.

“Keep looking up—
Though darkness seems to wrap thy soul;
The Light of Light shall fill thy soul 
When looking up.

“Keep looking up—
When worn, distracted with the fight;
Your Captain gives you conquering might 
When you look up.”

We can never see the sun rise by looking into the west. —Japanese Proverb

Streams in the Desert