Life as I see it


I live my life by the day

Not minding whatsoever people think or say

Not everyone will surely stay

Some persons will eventually walk away.

 

I like to be naughty and happy – that’s how I play

I make my mistakes and learn – the price I pay

I’d fight every darkness till there’s a tiny light ray,

And every giant of fear in my heart I shall slay.

 

This life sometimes seems a wanton delay

We find ourselves in a constant fight to keep a lot at bay

Preacher after preacher describe it as a relay

We’ve all got to pass on some baton someday anyway.

 

So Lord Jesus, help me to my bed properly lay,

And while the sun shines make hay

So that when my hairs have all turned grey

Without fear or shame I shall return to clay.

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To: Madmoiselle Joli Yeux


Miss Pretty eyes, I’m getting into you crazily

This doesn’t happen to me easily

Sometimes it seems like I’ve known you momentarily

Other times it seems we’ve known from eternity

 

Call it déjà vu or voodoo

But it’s no Hollywood series nor boo-boo

I can’t wait to gaze at you and say ‘I love you’

And hope and crave for an ‘I love you too’.

 

I want to be able to love you and not be scared

Should it be a no in the end, at least I dared

I give my fraidy heart away and now I feel bared

My safeguards are off but I have hope instead.

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Greatest Lover of All Time


Thou Ruler of the Heavens
Wonder and Splendour and Power
Thou Creator of living and non living
Authority, Dominion are yours forever.

My heart is forever yours
Not because I’m compelled to
I wouldn’t withhold one even if I had two
You won all of me on the cross.

Your blood, Your blood, Your pain
My ransom, my ransom, my gain
Your cross, Your cross, Your death
My life, my life, my birth

Your sovereignty respects my will
Your love is the source of my zeal
My manliness is lost in your presence
You drain me of ambition and fill me with essence.

Nations Cry


From the depth of emotions
For the dying visions
I set my eyes upon nations
So forgotten and in incarceration

How precious the gift of freedom
How determinant the power of decisions
How hardened the hearts that do not see
How insignificant the truth could be.

Is it not the truth that sets free?
How come it has done nothing for me?
I know it like the back of my palms.
I’ve sang it more than I’ve sang the Psalms.

I’m in chains of course I know
My life lies mortgaged, that’s for sure
My hands are clean, still I serve my term
I’m just a prisoner of a failed system.

 

Inspired by a visit to Ikoyi Prisons, Lagos.

Titled by Ayomide (a cool colleague).

The Bond Free Man


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Why does my heart love you,

And then wish it was independent of you?

Why does your will bring pain?

And then fulfilling it joy and gain?

Why does my strength fail,

And my hands grow pale

When I realise I’m far from you?

Why must I be close to you?

Are you for real? Sometimes I ask

Is believing in you such a great task?

I try to wish you did not exist

So I would be free from you at least

You should have just made me your servant

Or better still left me totally free from your command

But you have made me more than just a servant

And yet I must do all your bidding and command

I once was free and bond and damned

But now I’m free and bond but saved

You gave me life by taking my life

Now I have a life that isn’t mine

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Having Done All


Called-to-Stand

Having done all to stand, stand.
The victory lies not in preparation.
Though preparation lays the foundation,
the victory comes by taking the stand.

Having done all to love, love.
Conviction lies not in our feelings.
Though feelings may transcend to dealings,
conviction comes by expressing the love.

Having done all to believe, believe.
Reward lies not in hearing the word.
Though the word be the battle sword,
reward comes only to those that believe.

Having prepared your heart is never enough.
Having felt the need to love is not sufficient.
Having heard the word one may still be deficient.
What wilt thou do when the road turns rough

 

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