THE CHURCH SHOULD STOP SENDING SOULS TO HELL FIRE.

The Church has lost many souls
To the cold hands of death
Through their humanly act
Of what they call "discipline"
But for how long shall the church continue.

A lot of people are dying
Emotionally and psychologically
Has drin so much from members
And soul is been send to hell
On daily basis for how long?

We this mess continue
And the church humanly orchestrated
Leadership continue to serve justice
All in the name of discipline
Am not saying they should condole sin.

Nor better still pampering sin
But exercise discipline in love
Not sending the person into deep to satan snare
That we entrap them deeper into the sin they fell into.
The church must rise up to this course.

LOSING YOURSELF.

It is easy to lose yourself in the crowd

When you try to fit in and
It is easy to lose your magic
When you attempt to make people
See you from a different perspective.
 
From how they choose to view you
Sometimes we find ourselves
Drawn away and carried away from our track
As we race on in life race of living the life
Making a self-assessments on things that are not important.
 
Limiting our potential
Of going beyond average
Breaking limitation to live out our real purpose
Is very easy at this stage to begin in
Losing yourself.
 
It is perfectly okay to embrace feedback
Especially if is coming from those
Who have traveled further on their life journey
And also from those you’ve guided
Remember you cannot control what others want to see in you.
 
Live your life
Be distinct
Be the magic that you are
Take responsibility for your decision
And allow life to take it course.

LET THE POOR BREATHE

He came out with the slogan
Allow the poor breathe
Yet the land is starving of hunger
High cost of living yet your senators
Went head long demanding for two million and SUV.
 
The pain is so too much
The street is filling the heat
The people are dying of pain
The pain killer cannot take away their pain anymore
Don’t suffocate us.
 
The cost of fuel is on high rising
Allow the poor to breathe
Righteousness exalt the nation but sin is a reproach
If the senator are sensitive
They won’t be asking for SUV’s car and collection two million.
 
The street are empty
Company are laying people off
The presidency is shouting pregnancy pain
But do you know there are woman
Who die from the pain of child labour.
 
Is it when you kill the people
Of pregnancy pain
When will they be alive to enjoy
The babies that are being born
President Tinubu you have good intention for this country.
 
But allow us to breathe
Hunger, starvation and all manner of sorts
Are present in the land allow us to breathe
Let the poor breathe don’t suffocate them
Let’s do things righteously, just two million naira
 
In token these people (senators and all)
Do not have the masses at heart at all
The pain is so much in the land
Day in day out our nation is collapsing
Let the poor breathe.

I SEE CORRUPTION SMELLS.

I see corruption smells
On the streets of my country
Where the big money bags
Buys the justice system in the land
And the nation marches on deepen into starvation.
 
Inflation is on rising point as dawn arrives
Now going down our Gross Domestic Product (GDP)
Is losing it as one who is losing it sanity
Insanity parades the land at will
I see corruption from the common man.
 
Who is tired of holding up to morality
And losing it to hunger and tired of been different
As a hungry man is an angry man
And the pain goes on and on
I see corruption smells on the streets.
 
The streets everywhere you turn and walk into
From Lafia to Lagos you cannot contain it
From Nasarawa to Jalingo bandit over the place
From Oyo to Ogun the center cannot hold again and the list goes on and on
From the seat of power spread out to all sectors.
 
I see corruption smells
That Lagos has now become
Entitled to one set of tribes
Then where is the one Nigeria we loudly preach
Is no longer our Nigeria is their own Nigeria for one certain tribe.
 
I see corruption smells
At the corridor of power
The seat of the justice of land
Justice is no longer for all but few selected corrupted individual
I see corruption smells and has eaten to the fiber of this nation’s serenity.
 
I see corruption smells
When all is falling to its root foundation
And we stand still waiting for God knows when
Where our national offices staff resumes at will
And close once is not yet official time of closure.
For how long we corruption smell on the shore of our country Nigeria.

A TRAP CALLED NIGERIA.

I never belief that there is an individual
Who are bigger then nationality
This can be seen only and only in Nigeria
A country where those in office steals at will
Where the hope of the common man is stolen.
 
The men and women in black
Act as oppressor that oppress
The weaken whose got no defense fence
Covering around them as they walk around
On the streets of the same country called Nigeria.
 
The evil of our land
Are out there in the seat of power
Becoming judge in their own
As they have compromise justices
Beyond reduction there is no longer justice in the appeal court.
 
As they have been captured
In the trap called Nigeria
Justice must come only if we
Start taking our voice global
Is high time we take off our voice from locality.
 
And go to global platform
To speak up on ill-maltreatment
Of the ill manner act minted out
To the less privilege in our nation
Making this beloved country a trap for her citizens.
 
As many citizens has turn it to a prayer
That Nigeria will not happen to any of us
Imagine how do we get here?
That we that owns the home
Has now becoming strangers at home.
 
Oh the cry of the bloodshed on daily basis
Are crying out the oppress are sponsoring the oppressor
We live among the oppressor once they taste power
The colour of their mentality change
A trap called Nigeria.

YOU FELL.

God got you
You let it go
But He never let go of you
You’re weak
He is your strength when you become weak.
 
So weak and left
For satan to slay you in pieces
He came through
To shed you from satan slaying sword
You fell but He never left you for dead.
 
You fell
He never allows your feet
To dash to the ground of stones
You wake up and see Him bears you
On His everlasting arms.
 
All along he carries you
You fell
He becomes your sight
Feet for you as you walk
Through stormy waters in the stormy hours of your life.
 
Your anchor holds within the gate
As you sang with confident and faith in your heart
That on Christ the solid rock you stand
Declaring all other ground is sinking sand.
 
You aren’t afraid
Of tomorrow nor the fall
Because is divine grace
Is what you have and enjoy each moment
Your life is a proof of falling never kills.
 
You fell
You stand back
You fall severally
But your fall never defines who you are
Because you got the greater I am inside of you living.

BE CAREFUL OF WHAT YOU ASK.

Life can turn at 3600
Sweet moment can turn into bitter moment
Certain event will come to test our stand
On certain of life when it comes living
Just be careful of what you ask of life.

Life happens
And this occurs every moment
Of life journey as we live our life
Here in this life many things abound
But in all be careful of what you ask.

The greatest asset
Anyone can acquire
Is not houses nor car and never wealth
But a peace of mind coupled with good health
‘cos when you have these two and God inclusive you have it all.

Be careful of what you ask of life
Life is like a game of card
You play it and it sweetens you
Other time you lose and that comes with bitter taste
The people you surround yourself

Will really go a long way
If you must have a fulfilled life
Especially the so called life partner
Can result to a slowing your journey
To achieving greatness and living out to your full purpose.

Be careful and watch it with all undivided attention
Because life happens and life is lived just only once
And that once make it matters shun all side distraction
Be focus as a cheetah racing off towards her prey
Be careful absolute carefulness of what you ask of life.

A SOLDIER IN WAITING.

We all have been listed in this life
In the army of God's own army
Each one of us is a general
In the Lord's army
our commander in chief of arm forces.

Is the Lord our God
The strong and mighty He is
He calls us out from the world
And from its idols to flee
To be enlisted in the army of the Lord.

Will fought endless
Will stood for the faith
Will contend on all sides
With our breastplate of righteousness
Our feet ready to take the gospel to the world.

A soldier in waiting
Waiting to contend
Against falehood
Against sin and lukewarmness
Against self and lust of the flesh.

A soldier in waiting
With hand held grip to the sword
Resisting the power of darkness
With God's Word as Spirit gives life
To the words find therein in the God's Word.

Waiting for the command
To go to set the captive free
To heal the sick given eyes to the blind
Feet to the lame and recovering of Spiritual sight.

To throw out the lifeline
To those who are seated in the dark
To redeem men back to God again
To reawaken the Spiritual slumberness
Among the body of Christ in contending for the faith.