Father,
Have you seen your child?
She stands stranded on life’s way,
Stumbling with dreams too heavy to lift
As Asclepius hides his face .

Father,
Have you seen your child?
She sits at Hygieia’s gate,
Crutched, crouched and cramping
Hoping to find her home.

Father,
Have you seen your child?
She sits and waits,
Sekhet trails this route they say.
Bethesda,
He who tumbles in lays safe.

                    ©LifeasChristy

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Redemption

Posted: April 22, 2018 in JESUS
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​The beauty in channeling,

The inflow of peace.

I made a pact with him

Now i feel divine.

Cosmic energy

The Waves of divinity

An Illusion that breeds insanity.

 

Then they came for me

Just me, a felon,

Reckless heavenly hosts!

What an army!

Propelled by love they said.

Wings,

Swords,

Darkness and light,

I’m never alone,

I’m followed.

©lifeasChristy

(Inspired by “Piercing the darkness” by Frank Peretti)

Let’s Do 8thMile Again

Posted: February 28, 2018 in Faith, memories
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    Last week i swam in love, love so deep i came alive.
Oka autonomous community in Isiala Mbano Imo state was where 8th mile held.
On reaching the residence for volunteers i was in awe, prior to that i envisioned that since we were going to a village, we would probably get to sleep in a “village looking” house or community hall (like we always did on geological field trips), we didn’t.

    I remember the cool Doctors i met on my way to the village; the begining of an amazing friendship.
Throughout the love-outreach, i was a Doctor, 😎

Literally,

Okay, fine i served with the Vitals team. I felt like a Doctor, i mean i got to check blood sugar, BP. The name “Dr” got dropped on me here and there by the locals so i picked it up. 😎
   

    Love was in the air, love so thick i could cut it if i tried.

From the laughter that sprinted from a local’s mouth when Joy said; “Ba Igbo” to a woman who kept speaking Igbo to her to Nono helping a woman walk towards a Doctor.

I saw wonder mixed with contentment in the smile of some of the local’s when they got treated and issued glasses, it was as though they saw the world for the very first time.
I remember loving the patience in Dr Ogo’s eyes, readily listening and the humor in Dr Ada’s eyes ready to burst with laughter, the fire in Dr Williams eyes ready to set diseases ablaze, the compassion in Dr Emma’s eyes, spelling hope.
I remember trying to fill a form for a 78years old man and i asked if he was married, he started laughing and kept laughing telling me it was impossible for a 78yrs old man to be single.
I can still feel the joy that poured in with testimonies from young folks in the school stepping forward and making Jesus their all.
    It was a total love experience for me, everything seemed to fit, every step generated the next like organs relating in unison from my roommates, three to be precise (  A talker, a gist partner and an untroubled water) to the rest of the volunteers, different characters coming together to spread love.

8th mile was like a solved puzzle,          each act leading to another act of love.

     Let’s do 8thMile again for that woman who dropped her brokenness and sorrows at the feet of Jesus, i tell you there are more like her.
Let’s do 8thMile again for the  kids that got drugs,

Let’s do 8thMile again for the 786 persons that were treated,

Let’s do 8thMile again for the 544 people that made Jesus their all.

                      Let’s do 8th again,

                      Please, 

                      let’s do 8thMile again.

*( The YWAP (Youth With A Purpose)  8th Mile Project is built on the foundation of practical love of Jesus Christ in Matthew 25:35-36. We make available tokens of free medical, surgical care and welfare relief materials for residents in rural areas as well as urban slums in Nigeria and Africa.  

Www.ywap.org 

TODAY.

Posted: January 31, 2018 in Faith, poetry, victory
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Today,

  I want to lose my uncertainty

  I want to bury my doubts,

  I want to taste a love that lasts

  And make a living through hope,

  I want to run towards my fear

  And give my dreams wings.

Today,

  I want to run towards something

  Not away.

LifeasChristy

​Lately,little things have a way of teaching me life’s lesson.

  To get to work most mornings I have to go through two means of transportation, a Keke and a bike. The Keke from my bus stop to a particular bus stop then the bike from there to the office. Not only is it really stressful it is time consuming. I often prefer the straight trip’s which was by a taxi from my bus stop straight to work. To find a taxi on that road in the morning was like finding a needle in a hay sack( no kidding).

  Today I was running late and if I couldn’t get a straight means to work I was bound to be very late. I said a little prayer ” Please I need a taxi to take me straight to work,Jesus amen”. Somehow I expected on reaching the road to find a taxi there waiting but I didn’t.Instead I saw shoals of Keke swimming by. After sometime I reasoned; ‘perhaps I should just flag down one and stick to the normal routine since the one I prayed for was no where in sight. Hence I would just manage.

Then I heard it clearly in my spirit “Wait for your prayer”. For a moment I froze because the realization those words brought hit me. Seconds later right at the end of the fleets of Keke was the taxi I needed.

  Oftentimes we pray for something and it seems not to have arrived or happened when we expected it to,so we settle for ” sorta-kindas”/ almost-like-it because we are scared to arrive, achieve or make it too late. See don’t give in, just a little patience,a little more patience and you would see right at the end of those fleets of Keke lies that taxi, that answer you have hoped for.

     Stay with your prayer.

“God’s never late,we’re just impatient”–Lecrae

                                   LifeasChristy.

​You are,

A painter’s touch

The spring of existence 

A sculptor’s hand

The root of creation

A poet’s word

The psalm of David.
You are,

The beauty of a broken branch;

The mockery of perfection.
You are,

The courage in Daniel;

The bravery in David,

The strength of a thousand warriors,

A ray in the rain,

The dance in Jehoshaphat.
You are the reason the sun meets the Earth in an endless horizon.
You are God’s brush strokes.
#LifeasChristy

BEING A GOD

Posted: March 26, 2017 in Uncategorized
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​Being a God must be lonely,

No friends to have lunch with

Just worshipers trying to get their bread for living.
Being a God must be lonely,

No one to take a stroll with

Or talk about what a long day you had to deal with.

Just whiners pointing out the things they found lacking on their plates.
Being a God must be lonely,

No one to really ask

How are you doing.
#lifeaschristy