I want to make beautiful things with my words and my life. I want to start from where I am not jumping ranks, remembering that in time all good things will come and growing up is the best way to stay up. Welcome to The Voice. . . Let it speak to your heart.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
MY CYBER - ED HEART
Thursday, March 17, 2011
JAMIE'S STORY - STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART
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Wednesday, March 9, 2011
SUNDAY BLOG - INFLUENCING A STORY
TEMPORARY HOME
I saw Carrie Underwood some days back after a very long time. A friend of mine just gave me the DVD of the 2011 Grammys after giving me a thousand and one reasons why I should watch this year's edition. Justin Beiber did this, Lady Gaga moved that way, the all new beau Esparanda Spalding who stole the coveted award for best new artist ( now that's shocking and not so shocking, shocking : I never heard of Esparanda till my friend mentioned her. Not so shocking : Grammy always does that, I mean, with people like Norah Jones, like nobody knew her before Grammy forced her on the world. :)). So here was I with the awards and later that same nights I decided to skim through, (if you call watch for some five minutes and fast forward and watch for some another five minutes then continue. . . And then fast forward and then go back to the beginning of this sentence :) ).
So here I am settled in a comfy chair and watching people taking up awards and thanking God and their fans and also the girl with the red hair dancing and singing ' hey na na what's my name'. Now tell me how on earth did she get to forget? I guess I forgot too :D . One moment steals my heart away in all of this. It's when the nomination for best female country artist ( with vocals I think, I'm not really sure of the category but I know it has to do with female, country and music). The nominees are scrolling and Carrie Underwood shows up singing a number which she was nominated for. And I was like waoh! That sound still haunts me still. Soft, poignant, and beyond the surface. I could see it in Miss Underwood's eyes, the deepness. If you know what I'm talking about. She had something beyond the words and the music she wanted to express. All I could remember from the song was ' this is my temporary home'. I am in no way recommending this song cause I myself haven't listened to it in full length but all I just want to say is it's amazing how we can be captured in a moment if heart is expressed indeed. And it's got me thinking, how many lives would be touched if I decide to live from my heart from day to day.
GIRL
I remember walking down a road once and I saw a girl coming the other way. It was a busy afternoon. People In shorts and shades and everything looked so beautiful still. The hustle and bustle of the city and there she comes in shades, wearing something trendy and just cute for the weather. I must confess, she was indeed adorable. I have never met her before but sincerely I just wanted to walk up to her and tell her how good she looked, the attire and all. But I was simply held back . . . By the fear I guess. The fear of simply looking stupid. 'just mind your business boy'. I walked past her and I heard in me ' you just missed a chance to influence a story. . . She really could have used some compliments'. I missed that opportunity. I missed the chance to give someone a reason to smile. I missed the chance to change someone's story forever. So sad the opportunities we miss all because of the fear.
STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART
Can we imagine . . . A world , yeah a world were hope, love and all the good things are the languages spoken. Each of us are learning to be selfless and living more for the other. There is so much love to go round and our hearts are bursting forth with the joy of freedom. Can we imagine a world like that?
I hear people complain a lot of the amount wickedness, harshness, pain, and cruelty available in the world. I really don't want that and I don't want to be a contributor to that. To let love lead the way in our life journey is a choice. It's time we stopped complaining about all the wrong things. It's time we stood up and do the right things. It's time we started living deeply straight from the heart. It's time we started giving compliments more freely from the deepest part of us without sarcasm or flattery. It's time we gave a genuine smile and reassure someone ' I will be there for you no matter what'. It's time guys. I hear you asking ' what if I don't have what it takes?'. Well maybe it's time we rolled up ourselves and get the strength we need
GOD SOLUTIONS
I run into a brick wall most times I try to tell someone how to live a better live without mentioning Jesus. Are there lasting solutions to Earth's problems without him? Really I've been thinking hard about that for a while and I have come to a conclusion - I really don't think so.
I remember reading a book on politics in the developing countries of the world and the author after discussing the various election problems faced in such countries gave various solutions based on his scientific research. Before the end of the book, the author himself was already highlighting the problems arising from his solutions and I'm like what in the world is wrong? We just can't save ourselves. We need God solutions.
WHERE TRUE STRENGTH COMES FROM
I love the church. Though not perfect yet she''s blooming in her entirety in this new generation. She is coming to realize her place from a God view and from a world view
From a world view- She's needed. She's the only one who can provide the solution to the CORE human PROBLEM. Even if the world wouldn't admit that, it yearns still for it's manifestation
From a God view- She is God's hands and feet on the earth. Better said God's body on the earth.
Dogs would always bark no matter what you try to change about them. We really can't force ourselves to produce that which isn't in us. It takes love to love. The emphasis of us needing God and being a part of his living body (the church) in these matters cannot be over emphasized. We need God to live a life that doesn't dwell in self. We need the provisions of the father in his son Jesus to be the new people needed to make a change in a world already believed by many to have gone wrong. Otherwise our dogs will still bark no matter how we want them to sing a love song. It's in God, it in God guys and all he has for us through his son Jesus that true strength comes.
My prayer, that we are there for someone else and not just ourselves, that we take time to give compliments and it isn't only us that look good in our eyes, that we garner the courage to roll up our sleeves from someone else when their world seems to be falling apart and that we live from our hearts and get out of the cocoon of self, cause it's then we TRULY begin to live.
P.S. - and yeah I hope you all enjoyed last week's offerings. Something bigger is on the way :D
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Saturday, March 5, 2011
MY STORY
He kept describing how an amazing God snatched him out of a road to no where
How he met the Light of the world on the road to Damascus
He kept telling it with Joy
The joy of grace. . .
Who are you?
What were you rescued from?
What road were you travelling before this journey?
Did you see a light on the road to Damascus?
In these answers is your story
Take time to answer to know your story
When you have known it
Let the power behind it give you enough strength to say with boldness in your eyes 'This is my story'
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Friday, March 4, 2011
NIGHTLIGHTS
I stare out my window for a ray of light
It's dark and cold
Blackness covers the face of God's green earth
My heart goes out to a lone traveler trying to make his way through
Navigating the roads of earth for a safe abode
Journeying in darkness praying for the morning sun
I join him as I pray along that the morning comes
It's a desperate move
It's a desperate act
His is a desperate heart
To grope in darkness for a safe abode
To find treasures with no lights on
It must be a measure of survival
Can't he rest his head?
At least for the night
My heart goes out to him
With prayers to find treasures without the light
With prayers to find his path through the night
With prayers for a morning light
But in the reality of things
And there was no light
The world gropes in darkness
The people search for treasures without a light
It's a need not just wants
It's a measure of survival
My lonely stranger is me
My lonely stranger is you
I am a light of the world
But what happens when I choose to hide under a bushel?
I leave my world in a night that lasts forever
Then we grope
Pounce around and hit each other
There is a commotion
There is a birth of grudge
I am a light of the world
A city on a hill
Can I stop changing the position of this beautiful city?
Heaven has found a place in my heart
Its better I let it stay
It's a responsibility we've been given
Yes us Christians
Yes us who have chosen to walk the path of The Nazarene
Can we be the light we are called?
Can we?
Imagine a night that lasts forever
A part of our lives are hindered
We can't live as we should
The fear of the dark alone is torment enough for some
Now imagine more
A world with never ending mornings
The light never goes out
The people are happy
They find a sense of direction for their lives
Purpose is renewed
Dreams are achieved
Intimacy with the Divine isn't a fairytale any longer
That's the world we were called to live in
That's the world we are made for
Only if our Christianity was more than having something to fill in the religion column of forms
Only if our Christianity made it through Sunday night norms
Imagine a world where my lone traveler finds clarity
He's in the night but it seems like day
We are the light and nothing seems gray
He's convinced of right and wrong
He chooses right cause he knows it would lead him to his long lost treasure
I'm still at my window and my heart goes out to a lone traveler in the dark
Prayers are that he would find his way in the night
Prayers are that he would see the light
And prayers are that we would take up the cause we've been given as children of the light to be the light
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Thursday, March 3, 2011
THE EDGE OF THE WATER
All I once held dear the water took away
It seems like a part of me the water took way
Torn and divided at the edge of the water
Crying for something beyond the loss
I have failed to place my trust in the right places
At the edge of the water I realize it all
All the water took, the water had to take
They weren't really treasures after all
They couldn't stand the test of time
They couldn't stand the current of the water
The water like a flood came and washed it all away
It did a good thing
It pointed me back to You
You were all I really had
You were all that really mattered
I just got carried away
Yes, I let it all carry me away
That's why a part of me felt carried away when the water came and took it all
Now I see better the hazy things
You are all that matters
You have stood the test of time
You would stand the test of time
The edge of the water is my point of reconciliation
The edge of the water is my point of recollection
And oh how I long to come back to you
Indeed You are the Treasure
Yes You are. Sweet Jesus
And You are The Water that quenches the thirsts for anything taken away at the edge of the water
P.S. - For those who hold the world dear . '. .This world is fading away, along with everything it craves. .' 1 John 2:17
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Wednesday, March 2, 2011
THE VEIL SONG
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
THE TRAITOR WITHIN
Our hope
That the traitor within becomes our dog
Our watch dog
I do all I can to keep this castle safe
But at the brink of victory
You let down the castle doors and let him in without my consent
Or is it?
This is my castle
This is my house
The rooms I have given as a sanctuary for the Holy
But how?
How come?
All of sudden I realize
Like I'm awaken from a drunken slumber
The drug wears off and I find the enemy having a feast at the table of my heart
I find the enemy having a room all to himself
I chase him out
And I try to start over again
At my sore moments
In the quietness of a morning after the slumber of drunkenness
I wonder out loud sometimes
How did He ever get in this time
I swear for the thousandth time never to let him again
And I try to start over again
There's a traitor within
He is the flesh of old
He needs to be mastered
Or else he will be master
Sin is always knocking at our heart-doors
Tap tap tap
Some loud
Some not so loud
When the traitor is master
It is not so loud
When he is mastered
It is just so loud
When the traitor opens the door
He is still master
He has not been mastered
We haven't found ourselves a watch dog
We keep in us, in our castle
A dragon capable of devouring
Our dream
That our castles are safe from all that flaws
Our fantasy
That dragons become dogs overnight
Our reality
The dragon has been defeated twice
And the third defeat already a prophecy which has come to pass in a reality that transcends our minds
Our hope
That the traitor within
Who is the flesh of old
Becomes our watch dog
We rather have a watch dog living in our castle than a dragon
" I decide to do good, but I don't really do it; I decide not to do bad, but then I do it anyway. My decisions, such as they are, don't result in actions. Something has gone wrong deep within me and gets the better of me every time" - Romans 7: 19-20 (The Message)
" You will be accepted if you do what is right. But if you refuse to do what is right, then watch out! Sin is crouching at the door, eager to control you. But you must subdue it and be its master" - Genesis 4:7 (The New Living Translation)
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