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I have a dream

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I wasn’t always this way;
I was a child shut in by tradition, afraid to speak of my dreams;
Lest I be thrown into a well and shipped off to Egypt;
So I learned to dream under wraps:
Hidden by thick blankets of self-doubt and people pleasing,
A prisoner of despair: my little heart-broken beyond repair;
Broken into pieces by the hammer of discouragement,
The hammer who spoke a language only I could understand:
A language whose chief alphabets spell “YOU CAN’T DO THIS” –
“THIS ISN’T WHAT YOU WERE CALLED TO DO“.

For so long, I stayed imprisoned by the shackles of depression and repression;
Pushing the gifts deeper down, denying their existence for fear of being unique,
I feared being special:
being Saved, Prepared, Equipped, Constructed Intrinsically Agile for Life;
I couldn’t fathom that I had to be different; it didn’t make any sense to be;
Because being different meant being bullied;
Different meant being too proud;
Different meant being too scared of being wrong;
Different meant accepting me for all I was;
Different meant accepting the responsibility that I was carved & created for a time like this;
That my frame was tall and weight light so I could fly;
That my mind worked non-stop so I could provide solutions;
That my heart beat with passion for a reason;

I wasn’t always like this,
I failed to see that being mediocre was what was killing me;
Failed to identify that voice of fear and replace it with faith;
Fear that made me stoop and squat when I was made to stand;
Fear that crippled me and kept me from running when I was designed to fly;
I never used to be this way;
Never used to be confident in who God made me to be;
Didn’t imagine I could be an influence, much more a positive one;
Never dreamt of being a voice to my generation;

I thank God for the revelation;
That I was made for such a dispensation;
That provision had been made for the great vision;
That I had nothing to do with discouragement;
Because my influence and fulfilment of purpose and vision is by divine arrangement;
I thank God for the liberation;
That has caused my life to be a constant purpose celebration.

Whoever you are and whatever you are going through whilst trying to follow God’s will for your life, be encouraged that the vision is for an appointed time and that though it tarried, it will surely come to pass. God doesn’t start anything He wouldn’t or can’t finish. Keep trusting.

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Posted in Christ Life, Poetry

Go labor on

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Go labor on, tired or tried;
Go labor on, persecuted or welcomed;
Go labor on; despised or celebrated;
Go labor on; supported or left alone;
Go labor on; afraid or courageous;
Go labor on; for it is thy calling.

The journey isn’t an easy one;
But the love always has to be an even tone;
For the master has made your heart his home;
That to others you may reach to change;
Your selfish desires may rear their head;
Your tired body will want to rest; but there’s the need to ace the test;
As others’ lives depend on your success;

Give up because they are not trying enough?
Plot against them because they plotted against you?
Feed them a dose of their own medicine because they despised you?
Run away because they fight and attack you?
Flare up because they irritate and annoy you?
Harden up because they don’t deserve your love?
What  way did the master go?

Reach out and save;
Closer to the savior draw them;
Love them in their undesirable states;
Don’t be the one to judge their fate;
For their sake, do sacrifice;
Lay down your life if it will suffice;
Turn them over to the Holy Spirit’s office.

Go labor on, depend on the master for strength;
Go labor on, let His joy always be your source;
Go labor on, be cheerful and full of praise at all times;
Go labor on, connect even when there’s a barricade to accepting the love;
Go labor on, rescue the perishing, snatch him from the grave;
Go labor on, peace your trademark shall be;
Go labor on, your reward in due season you shall receive.

 

We all have times when we feel like giving up in the Christian journey. Let’s not forget that God is always there to help us keep walking and making a difference in the world. Don’t forget that with every breath, step, action etc. the glory of God is being showcased by you. So go labor on, keep on, even if men don’t appreciate your efforts. 

Check out this track by NF — I’ll keep on

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Posted in Poetry, Prompts

Vicissitudes

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The seas roared loudly, breaking eardrums;
The winds beat against this sinking ship, no more room for conundrums;
It is my heart, deeply in trouble at the turn of events;
Sucked in beyond what I can bear, dragged in deep by hugs sparsely given;
Your touch on my skin sent millions of cells rushing into the titanic, only to be crushed when reality hit;
You tore me apart and wrung open my treasure chest, the island that no one ever dared venture to;
Like a pendulum, you kept wavering, shifting to the left, then to the right;
I was in my physics lab all over again, with my graph book and pencil;
Sketching the “hi’s” and “low’s”, trying to gauge the next value of balance;
Your love had induced me to sleep, a trance I wasn’t ready to awake from.

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Posted in Poetry, Prompts

Automatic

Let there be light and there was light

My pain was supposed to take flight,

The darkness was supposed to turn bright,

The time was supposed to be right, for everything to be alright,

Alas, it’s not automatic, who will save me from this sorrowful plight?

My fate was tied to my faith, my faith was to keep me from being late;

Love the Lord thy God with all thine heart, and iniquity you shall hate;

Yet I chose to entertain iniquity, it became the food I ate;

Goodness and mercy shall follow me, but depression and misery filled my plate;

Alas, nothing comes automatic, how will I get through this gate?

Like an eagle, I was supposed to soar: high above all worldly limitations;

Breaking barriers of lies and blazing new trails of hope and love –which conquers all,

Like a lion, I was supposed to roar: boldly and loudly enough to scare off all principalities and powers,

Cause my Jesus already made a public display of them and dismantled their kingdom,

But alas, nothing comes automatic: I had to put my knowledge to application.

Automatic or strategic?  Planned or surprise?

Robotic or manual? 

Controlled or free range?

The choice remains yours to make,

Alas, nothing comes automatic: life becomes what you make it…

Inspired by  daily prompt: AUTOMATIC

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Musings of a success addict

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You plague me like a disease;

your fragrance does things to me,

Sometimes making me sick;

other times making me confused,

You have a way of infiltrating my mind and taking over,

Leading me through the valley of deep thinking which sometimes ends up in the lows of worry;

You drive people away from me and bring others close to me yet,

Should it always be this difficult trying to be you?

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