HOLD STILL…

Have you ever had to wait?
Wait in line in a bank?
Wait a while to gain admission?
Wait for things to get better???

Want to know something about waiting?
There are lessons to be learnt.
I’ve heard it said
That waiting is to build your muscles.

The lessons are numerous;
Could be for you to learn patience
Could be for you to better appreciate what you are waiting for
Could be for you to appreciate what you already have; to count your blessings
Could be for you to grow
Could be for you to draw nearer to God
Could be for you to understand time…. or timing
Could be, just for you to stand still and reflect
Stand still and know that He is God,
Could be for you to make mistakes, and then learn from them.
Waiting is for you to have ample time,
Time enough to stumble,
Time enough to find out what made you stumble
Time enough to remove the cause of your stumble
Time enough to stand up and get back on track
Time enough to learn…

Get this,
You still get what you’re waiting for.
God is never early but He’s never late either,
God’s timing is just right.
Hold still enough to learn!

O. Hannah
Writers’ Unit, CFG

A change of identity – a poem by Tope Akinnibosun

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Out of void, in all he was in charge
In his word, his will and spirit

Then he thought of a creation
A creation just like him, existing from him
For the creation he made a great plan
Creating stars and moon and sun as light to see
Green plants and animals for food
Land and sea for a place to dwell on
Everything that was created was made for the creation
A pre-type of the creation he also made
The pre-type to exist in the perfect creation
Then I was born of the pre-type
That became the identity I had to live by
Having the imperfect, sinful, pretype nature
I ruled from my mind, dwelt on logic
Couldn’t see beyond my eyes
Everything I had was limited
All that was created for the creation worked against me
From global warming to acid rain
Food poisoning and others causing diseases
Earthquakes and volcanoes breeding death
I just wandered off and couldn’t make head way
All I wanted was mine, self, I, just me
Even when I decided to help, it’s me first
Always looking beneath for what I had to gain
Then the word came my way
Speaking from people he was living in
As I heard the word, it fell on deaf ears
Then all over the place it was, and I listened
Next faith was made available, I believed
Then I received the word into my life
It was an animation, a total translation
The word was that plan – the creation
He changed my identity straight up
And now I am the creation
The original plan God wanted
The image with his identity
I now carry the fullness of the word
I share it out to others
I now live my true identity
Kapopte

THOUGHTS…

Sometimes, I sit and wonder,
What this life has to offer.
It’s disheartening at times…

We sit here with our bodies in whole,
Knowing not what other people go through.
We complain day and night,
Like we have the right to.

The saying goes,
“We know not what we have until it’s lost”.
This would only be understood,
By a cripple who once walked,
By the blind who once saw,
By the dumb who once talked,
But never by the dead, because it’s all gone.

Ingrates!!!That’s what we are.
When would we learn?
And be grateful for what we have?

It’s just a thin line between life and death,
Once seen today,
May be gone tomorrow.
Once heard today,
May be forgotten in sorrow.

My heart bleeds,
Bleeds for the faint hearted.
It wages war against those,
Who take things for granted.

Dear Lord, Help us to understand,
The gravity of the things we do.
For this life has nothing to offer,
Except we live by You.

. . .Chika Nwankwo

This poem was first published in LIGHTHOUSE Magazine 2012…