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smartblogger: HEAVEN’S GATE

smartblogger: HEAVEN’S GATE: HEAVEN’S GATE There once was a man named Jacob Whose name meant a cheat And from the womb he had started practicing his craft An...

HALIMA

I think her name is Halima

She was just five

She came to me with pleading eyes

She begged that we rescue her from her predicament

From oppression in the hands of kith and kin

We couldn’t believe her, no, we couldn’t.

We thought she was deluded

How cruel our incredulity must have been

How so mean and cruel our indifference

I could hear as they called her

She was about to return to a life of suppression

A hollow existence, a life of suffering and pain

A mere existence, shadows that’s all

I saw her quiet resignation at our indifference

How brave her manners

How courageous her demeanor

That someone as she could welcome each day

That she could continue to live in a world that treats her so

A world filled with violence and hatred

A world of cruel oppression and chauvinism

Halima, what a noble spirit!

I ran after her

My heart melted for her

I just couldn’t let her go

I simply couldn’t!

What gracious and generous spirit

Tender and brilliant

Her eyes, brilliant, yet without sorrow

What spirit, she?

Halima!

I ran after her

What could I do?

I was helpless or was i?

Could I do nothing for her?

Will she continue to suffer like this without help?

At the hands of insatiable wolves that continue to ravish her

My heart is broken for her but I couldn’t stop her

So I told her about a champion

A hero, her hero, everyone’s hero

The great champion of the down trodden and oppressed

The man who met cruel death bravely so that people like her could be free

I couldn’t go back with her but the man Jesus would

I wouldn’t be there all the time but he would be with her always

I told her of a savior, a mighty savior

Who had come to rescue her

I told her of a lover

Who understood all she had ever been through

And all she would ever go through

I told her of my savior, everyone’s savior

THE MAN CHRIST JESUS

I commended her to his keeping

To His shepherding care

I can’t promise her that she won’t suffer again

But I know He would be with her always

Now she has a friend, a companion and a hero

Whereas all the men she had known were tyrants

This one is different

Whereas she stoically bore her humiliation

And secretly dreamed of a deliverer

Now her dreams have come true

She has a true, real hero!

This poem is a tribute to the girl child and all who suffer and are oppressed all over the world especially women and children, written today, the 3^rd of June set aside by the United Nations as the International Day for innocent children and all victims of oppression.

Naked before thee

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Naked before thee

Naked before thee

See me as I am

Just as I am, naked before you

Nothing to hide

No covers

No hindrance

No pretenses

Stark naked before you

You know me as I am

You know all about me

Why do you ask me questions?

As though there were something you do not know

You know me just as I am

Oh my God!

I throw myself shamelessly at you

I am vulnerable and exposed

I am uncovered with no place to hide

Be my hiding place

Be my cover

Be my shield

All of me I throw to you

For before whom else can I be this open?

I am tired of running, of hiding

Tired of false appearances

Tired of double standards

I am simply, altogether thine

Do with me as you will

Even if no one else would have me

You can have all of me, my prince and my God

Totally naked I throw myself at thee.

Adimba Chizoba Noel

Editor.

BECAUSE OF YOU

BECAUSE OF YOU

It is because of you that I came

I left everything: father, mother, siblings

Ambition, prospects, dreams heeded the call and came

Just because of you.

Sometimes I want to give up

Sometimes I wonder whether it is worth it

Whether I am not wasting my time

Whether all is not in vain,

Then I see your face, hear your laughter

Then I feel like going on

Through tears and pain through lack and insults

When I despair and would think of doing something else

Then you walk into my office

And I say, “wait a minute” I think I must continue

To wipe your tears, hear your stories and laughter

To see you smile, to smoothen the furrows at your brow

To help you carry your burden, to give you a helping hand

To be by your side when you need a friend,

To lift you up when you are down

To whisper courage when dark clouds hover over the horizon

To point you ever steadily to the one who loves us so

Friend, that’s why I came.

When I am sad and downcast

When I faint and find it difficult to stand

When tears fill my eyes

When my body is broken because of toil

When I get to that misty frontier

That place where hope seems lost and despair nigh

When I feel I can no longer take one more step

When everything in me says give up!

When all I hear is pack you bag and run,

Run far away and never come back!

Then I remember you, I think of you

How can I leave you, how can I abandon you?

‘Just now I hear Him say I will never leave you nor forsake you’

Friend I resolved to stay just because of you

It was because of you that I came!

Love Bids Me Serve

Love Bids Me Serve

Love bids me serve

No slave of duty shall I be

Though slave indeed for my king

It is his love that has called me

Called not just to serve but called me first to Him

Called me to abide

And only then to truly serve

Yes, love indeed has called

And to Him have I answered

It is his passion that runs thru my veins

The zeal for his house has consumed me

I leap and run, about my duty with resolve

Not for the approval of man

Nor for the mere call of duty

No. It is love that bid me serve

 And for loves sake have I come.

I follow after Him who first followed after me

And in his love have I found LIFE.

A Soldier At My Post

A Soldier At My Post

I am a soldier called to my post

Bludgeoned by the fatal blows of the enemy

Pressed and wounded on all sides

Yet I would not quit my post

I will stay, I will abide

‘twas the great apostle who said that we are not

Ignorant of the devices of the enemy

Even we have an idea, he a master strategist and foe

Bids us quit our post, drop our weapons and flee

He surrounds us on all sides, he presses

For he a novice is not, he is a master at his craft

Experienced and well capped, a veteran of no mean repute

He seeks our surrender, he wills our retreat

But for us we have sworn, there is no retreat no surrender

We have sworn to the oath, we have answered to the commander’s beagle

We have chosen our course well, we shall not quit, no, not , never, no-how!

Sons of the Immortal Spirit, we shall never quit, we shall not play the coward

We answered to royal summons and took holy orders

And there is no looking back, we have broken the bridge

Success or not, fame, glory or shame we have died to these

For us the road is not two, front or back nay our road is only forward

Forward! That’s the order I hear from my own commander

His wish is my command, and his command is my duty

Forward then let us march to life or death what is that

We will fight to the death, to the last man

Till the last ounce of our blood is shed

We seek for no trophies, we have despised the shame

To the last man and to the death

For our captain, commander and King

MARANATHA!

I dedicate this to the good Shepherd who first gave his life for his flock