MORE THAN JUST RHYMES

   

                                                                                                                        Timothy Abegunde- Nigeria

I prayed for the auction to function not only for myself but also for the congregation. The following is what I got after the intercession:

“Don’t seek for lifeless innovation. Perspire for real revelation. Be cautioned when you get those inspirations; for without sincere consecration your manifestation will not have divine impartation. Be submissive to the administration even when you protrude powerful ministration. Your admonition can only yield positive infection when there is heavenly intervention.

“Endeavour to preach sanctification before beautification. Encourage brethren with great missions so that they will achieve great vision. The Divine is faithful; He will reward every dedication with promotion.

“You however must not forget to always give God the adoration. Only God can cause meaningful transition for transformation. Make sincere evaluation of all situations and information and deduce sensible interpretation before any sort of application. You see, the devil goes to the Almighty with meagre accusations. Therefore, you need to work in all God’s instructions. Sometimes, there is need for demolition and rebuilding of character with separation and amalgamation of habits. For example, it is not all times that imitation is limitation; don’t allow intimidation. You could be saved from destruction by simple submission.

“Love and never allow infatuation. Why should fornication be heard among us? Abomination! Anyway, genuine confession, repentance and restitution will work out genuine salvation and there will be remission of your sins.”

THE BATTLE SO FAR

Timothy Abegunde - Nigeria

In a feast, I came in this year

Ignorant of the continuous battle in transition

The battle for who will be the lord of my soul

The clash that will determine who rules the now

The battle for who get the praise of my next story

Still in my banquet; unaware me

I perceived a sparkle – a flash of the war

The lord of sin and death reached out for my soul

He threw his jabs of hate and lust

‘Mercy!’

The MORNING STAR rose in me for a defense

The monster yet approached me with fury

He threw me a blow of pride and envy

‘Mercy!’

The HAND THAT KNEW NO SIN blocked the fist

Again the accuser loomed with fierce rage

His eyes burning with fury, he struck me with a slap of ignorance

And I cried, ‘There is a thorn in my flesh!’

The SUN OF RIGHTEOUSNESS arose with healing in His wings

He patted me saying, ‘My grace is sufficient for you’

I jerked in strength, though weak

Then what…

The beast roared, called out his agents

In reality, I still dine, oblivious of hell’s new strategy

The demons injected me and I fell flat, frail

Soon, the LIGHT OF MEN shone on me,

Extends His two edged sword to me

My eyes opened, I was spirited

‘He was wounded for my transgressions

He was bruised for my iniquities

The chastisement of my peace was upon him

And with His stripes I am healed’

By grace, I resisted the devil, he fleed

But…

The battle continues…

What more…

The PRINCE OF PEACE assured me of victory on His side

MANIFESTATIONS

                                                                                                                 Timothy Abegunde - Nigeria

The CREATIONS enerstly await a change

The creations are ill-fed, unfit to be staged

The evil one had touched the cosmoses

The works of the beginning are crashing

Tribulation and suffering eat up the creations

Now, we hear the whole creation cry,

“Where are the SONS OF GOD ?!”

The manifestation of the various ones are faulty

The DANCING ONES are short of steps

The are naive of moves that could relief the creation

The SINGING ONES now use high pitched sonority

With time the singing birds and their songs fade out

The creations yet wail for better existence

The STUDIOUS ONES continuously investigate man’s calamity

The discoveries, the statistics and assumption of the geniuses

Are clueless of the creations’ inner pains -

Their mundanities just tickle our senses, we are mal-satisfied

Wind of change blows and we see the RICH ONES

The wealthy ones in sequence vomit promises

As the creations handle these consolations,… they are vain

Like ants before the elephants, we summon the FAMOUS ONES

But, the popular ones are themselves helpless – check their shells

Consequently, with passion like of stormy sea

The RELIGIOUS ONES climb the podium of manifestation,

Call the entire creation, exposing our deformities,

Soothing us with streams of possibilities of miracles,

“Will the lame walk, will water fuel fire ?

Will the blind see, will the trees now talk ?

Will the dead rise, will beasts run our errands ?”

The religious ones discharge words like of thunder,

Yet nothing happen, we just pretend in our mythical museums

Obviously, religion just spray perfumes on our caskets…

Oh my…!

The creations worsen in relation to the Creator !

“Where are the SONS OF GOD ?!”

Untill the God-representatives emerge and take-charge

Real manisfestation that soothe man remains a mirage…

IDOLS

 

                                                                                                                 Timothy Abegunde - Nigeria

The religion sikhism was born out of abhorrence and opposition to idols. I read through a publication on world religions and noticed an irony; the skihs believed in sacredness, thus a transitory sacred literature - the 'granth' emerges. The Sikhs placed high regards on their sacred book; dressed it in costly brocade and sit it on a jeweled canopy throne. Soon, they began to worship their sacred writings. Thus, the religion that began by repudiating idols now idolizes its own sacred book.

World history record birth of several levels and degrees of religions as a result of man's endless internal crave to worship something. Generally, humans tend to believe that there is a supernatural power that tends to effect our living. Even science of evolution idealizes that there is an initial force that sparked up something that gradually, in time lead to everything.

 Every man revere something(s) – whether consciously or otherwise; It is our in-born nature

(You can examine yourself and confirm that). Even the bad guys as we call it (their chiefs - Hitler, Napoleon, Capone, Pharaoh, Osama Bin Ladin and many more) do the evil they did out of deep desire for something - something they love or believe in - say for example power, fame, wealth, religion among many more.

Again, every being tends to worship that which he worships until that which he worships begins to influence him to influence himself or/and others (pun intended). It happens to us all, very consistently. Let me at this junction ask, 'What/who do you worship? What/who is your idol?'

Now, don't be quick to answer me by saying 'God': Somehow, our generation had seen the worship of God as the ultimate, a modern or civilized phenomenon; God been the corresponding idol. But truth is, that deduction had been right only in the outward; a social thing. God till now seeks worshippers. Those who will see reverence to their creator in spirit and in truth as their only desire. This consciousness will eventually place you on the track he actually predestined for mankind through Christ Jesus.

This my point: If your Creator is your Idol, other things he created will make you their Idol. If you make other things he created your idols he will move away from you, hoping that one day you will see the simplicity of worship.

Now, Who Cares?

Timothy Abegunde - Nigeria

I saw this on twitter some days ago;

‘20% of people don’t care about your challenges; 80% are glad you had them.’ In other words, no one actually cares.

I wanted to retweet but upon deeper thought, I did not. I never believed that statistics can be right. I mean, there should be exceptions; your family members, your friends and the religious ones, among other random good guys.

However, as I was on my way to deliver a message for my grandmother, I slipped through a path and fell into a mud. The bright-coloured clothes I put on were battered. I felt embarrassed. I decided to go back home (you could guess how I felt; like covering my face or having a compassionate companion all through the journey).

I met people on the way back. The first person that crossed my path was a ‘good’ friend. I was happy within and showed it without, thinking someone is going to pity and help envelop my embarrassment. My induced, hilarious hailing was complimented so coldly that I could read from my friend’s face that he had personal issues bothering him too.

The next two persons I met on my way back were my protégées. They just greeted me and pretended they never saw anything (now, should I guess they referenced my ‘batteredness’).

Then, I collided with some preachers (okay, I’m a preacher too, I am not about to rubbish them). I expected more than just preaching: like express sincere sympathy as regarding my unintentional grossly degraded appearance or walk me home. If they preached to me afterwards, I would be an ingrate not to listen. My expectation was however cut to pieces; they added salt to my injury. They ignored my largely stained outlook, gave me tracts and started explaining something I couldn’t even wait to fathom. I sped off. They actually created an unsolicited scene in that street and I felt I was being mocked.

Neighbours too pretended they never saw anything odd.

Now, at home; my grandmother, who was eating, saw me and continued her eating (no comment, perhaps for health purpose). My siblings invent jokes out of my appearance (I guess they were being creative, at the expense of my instantaneous happiness though). We are family after all.

So far, no one really showed that concern, that physical care I needed. It was painful. I went in my room, do some clean-ups and refreshed.

Now, who cares?

I would have done same if I were in their shoes. However, I gave myself the care and true concern I needed. Everyone shows that self-pity to themselves. If only we all see one another the way we see ourselves, the world will be filled with sincere care here and there; a home of peace. I care.