As many of you can tell from my blog, I’m a Christian. This means I believe in Christ: his coming, his dying, his resurrecting and his second return. I also believe in the Holy Spirit who is my comforter and revealer of hidden truths. I believe in God, who is my Father, my mighty warrior, creator of the universe and my closest friend.
He was both the lantern and the lamb
He was the light
Clothed in a dusty frame
That still shone brightly
In spite of the darkness surrounding him.
It was the night before Christmas. Everywhere was dark. Save for the brightness of my screen as I tapped my keyboard. It felt as though my heart would burst. Continue reading “All About Christmas”
Merry Christmas Ladies and Gents! *Christmas music playing in background* I trust this will be a beautiful day as we celebrate the birth of Jesus who came on earth to save mankind đ The best Christmas gift is giving your heart to Him! Please don’t let this year pass you by! Continue reading “Day 25”
Sometimes God uses extreme situations to get our attention. I’ve found this to be true. Days when I’m doing everything right and following my usual routines seem âblahâ in comparison to days when I trip and fall into temptation. Days when imperfection is boldly written across my forehead. Such days when I feel like a worthless piece of rag God wouldn’t want to have anything to do with – those are the days when I hear Him. When I feel Him. When I know without a doubt, the undiluted grace of God. You wouldn’t know the gravity of forgiveness until you’ve done something really wrong.  Continue reading “Extreme”
When living like you is want I want to doÂ
I find myself being called an imposterÂ
âCause I only love when I feel likeÂ
Talk about God when itâs convenientÂ
Heck!Â
I’m so scared of being called a ‘Jesus Freak’Â
When I would rather be the coolest one on fleekÂ
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Loving you?Â
Pssst! That’s easy!Â
Loving them?Â
Do I really have to?Â
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See I know you died for my sinsÂ
But every day I feel like I’m nailing you to the crossÂ
By the lies and pretence I play like candy crushÂ
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Help me Lord!Â
Now that’s my heart cryÂ
I realize I’m no superhumanÂ
Even though I have the supernatural genesÂ
In my bloodÂ
Flowing from the blood which spilled on the crossÂ
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Now how do I,Â
A child of the kingÂ
Live on earth with no authority?Â
How do I rule and reign with ChristÂ
When my eyes still lust after the kingdom of the world?Â
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I want to live like youÂ
Now that’s more than just a prayerÂ
Cause I know living like youÂ
Means loving others the way you doÂ
Staying at peace with all men like youÂ
Withdrawing from the crowd and fameÂ
To go to the Father, hallowing His nameÂ
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I realize I can’t live like you on my ownÂ
They can see through my facadeÂ
So please help meÂ
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A mere mortalÂ
Made immortalÂ
By the touch of immortalityÂ
Keeping me above immoralityÂ
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Help me not to get entangled in the webÂ
That I forget to ‘X’ the pageÂ
And turn to you for a clear rebootÂ
Unclutter my soul and ‘shift + Del’ my messesÂ
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I want to be like you in every single wayÂ
And if I have to die everydayÂ
Help me pay the prizeÂ
Cause being just like you is all I want to be
ŠMfon Etuk, 2016
Death has died!
Scream it in the streets!
Let the world know
The darkness is gone
The light has come
Death has died!
The unrestricted restricted Himself
To set us free from the chains
That have restricted us
Oh death!
Where is your sting?
Oh grave!
Where is your victory?
Alas!
The end has come! They cheered
Aha!
It is finished! He said
They thought it was over
They thought they had Him bound
But He could never be put down
By His strong hands death has died!
Oh death that scares the sons of men!
Oh grave that has swallowed up warriors!
What power do you have
To keep the one who is Life, dead?
Victory! He shouts
Bursting out of the belly of hell
With the keys of death in His hands
Death has died!
Shout it in the streets
Let the world know!
He is risen!
With an empty grave left in His wake
Nothing can hold Him bound
Not even the clenched jaws of death!
And as for you,
Rejoice!
For the victory won
Was a gift to give
Death was the bride price
To make you His very own adorned bride
Do not be afraid
Do not be sad
For your groom is alive!
And by His mighty hands
Death has died!
ŠMfon Etuk, 2016
