I sooo enjoyed this movie :D.
“Ready Or Not”, by Janette and Ezekiel.
“Almost”, by Ekeziel Azonwu.
I liked the message and it’s delivery. Sweetness.
“The Symptoms”, by Ezekiel Azonwu.
Listen.
love that song..cartoon network days
I remember thiiiiiiiiis!!!Next lines:
“Maybe bay-be found sombody neeeww/
La-da-da-dew-dewl-de-dew….”
LOL!
AFRIKANI…
Yesterday’s wedding was so beautiful. Not because the details were pretty or the bride looked stunning, but because there was love in abundance. Several moments throughout the day I found myself choked up, totally confronted by the love that flows through generations, the love that makes and sustains a family, the love that blooms and blossoms in the springtime of our hearts but lives on, persists even in the winters sure to come. So. much. love.
and during the ceremony, the priest said something that hit me deeply at my core, almost as if my Father himself was speaking gentle truth and conviction over me: Seek to love not to be right or righteous, but in the wild hope that it might restore and heal what is hurting.
Do not love because it makes you more saintly. That just makes you pious and pharisaical.
Instead, love because you want to heal. Love in humility. Choose love because you have some ragged inextinguishable conviction that it is the only anecdote to pain and hurt and brokenness. Love because it restores, redeems, and reconciles all things to Itself. Love because you have been loved. Choose love for all these reasons, otherwise it is not love that you are choosing.
Thank you Lord that you use even my work, even my sickest and weakest day, to teach me powerful lessons. Father, teach me to love like you have loved. Not because it is righteous or correct, but because you desire deeply to meet us, no matter what the cost. Lord I repent of my pharisaical designs for love. Forgive me God, my heart is dark without You. I want to love like you have loved. Not for my glory, but for yours, Father.
This is beautiful.
God bless.
And so I tread this road
No shoes, on clothes
I dread this load
No use, all of my soul
Is burdened, a past life’s trappings have me locked under
Recollections surface, memories flounder
Writhing, a wraith in amnesia’s bog
Cackles, and promises to clear my mind’s fog
What is this! Sickening, he brandishes brashly, then sinks his sickle in
My flesh, he begins to drag me down a lane called Memory
Of past good deeds and misdeeds, indeed
This path is smooth in places, recollections of past good sets my soul in joy
So I may enjoy
A small measure of respite
Despite the deepening cold of this wraith’s ice-sickle
An icicle pointing me down this path’s jagged places
Recollections of desperate faces
I refused to love, be kind to, rejected, spat on far outweigh
The good I’ve done. I can’t bear this weight!
These jagged places tear deep into my bare sole
Tear deep into my naked soul
So on he leads me, this sick slave master
Dragging me faster, Lord, it’s getting darker
I can hear his laughter; What will happen after?!
After? After?
There will be no after
Other than a life that is death, an afterlife that never gets
Better.
So he drags me to hell,
With his ice-sickle called Guilt, this wraith called Sin
I can’t resist; I must let him win
But then what is this!!
A light too bright! I’ve never seen any like this
Burning my iris
I can hear sin’s hissing
Wait; no more, the slave master’s bonds are missing
Night was swallowed in this flood called Love
Crimson coloured, descended from above
Poured out in good measure and way overflowing
I feel a tendril in my heart’s recesses, growing
Phototrophic, seeking out this sun’s light
Seeking out this Son’s life
Life freely given, not something I sought
I respond, acknowledge it’s my life He has bought
Paid the price to my slave master and released my bonds
I may now share in His floating
Knowing
I am rising up to a greater love
I am rising to the Source of the crimson flood from above
Love.
Soli Deo Gloria….
Originally posted on http://holyinginuity.wordpress.com.
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