His Promise, My Confidence.

Your promise still stands, great is Your faithfulness. I’m still in Your hands, this is my confidence; You’ve never failed me yet.

– ‘Do it again’ by Elevation Worship



This is my confidence…

But am I confident?

How positive am I that my Lord and Saviour would never fail me?


But like all humans, we err.

But God makes a way when there seems to be no way.

And we turn to flesh instead of the Spirit.

We revel in the carnal, feeding it till the carnal overflows.

And the spirit gets a drip drop.

Nothing like the pitter patter of the rain as it falls.

Oh no. Nothing like that.


Where do you think you are hiding, my child?

I see you.

In the darkness?

I see you.

In your sin?

I see you.


But you don’t see me.

I’m am here!

I’m right in front of you!

Why won’t you open your eyes?

Is the plank in your eye so large that you cannot see?

Are you blinded by fleshly cataracts that block your feeble flesh from seeing the one and only King… The True God?


Stop, my child.

Just stop.

Give your pains to me.

Give your sorrows to me.

I can heal you.

I can make you new.

I can make you whole again.


Just give me you.

Let me live in you.

Let me work through you.


Just surrender.

Do not doubt.

Do not fear.

Do not worry.

For I am making all things new.

I will never fail you nor forsake you.

I am always here with you.

Look! My hands are outstretched, but you do not reach out for me.

I’m always reaching out for you but you give up before you’ve even started.





In Time

The winds blew strongly,

The leaves were scattered.

Heaven let go of its burden.

The temperature dropped,

The sky darkened with a reddish hue,

Lightning flashed

and the thunders roared.


And myself?

I sat.

I gazed longingly at the changing weather

and basked in sorrow.

I basked in disappointment.

I basked in failure.


Slowly, the winds calmed,

The tint faded,

The sky lightened,

The rains disappeared,

And my spirit?

It felt at peace.

Great are You Lord

Great are you Lord

It’s your breath

In our lungs

So we pour out our praise

To You only

– “Great are You Lord” by All Sons and Daughters

Lord who else but you?

Can do the things that you do?

The mighty acts

Revealing facts

Things in our lives that




As patients of this world

We are impatient

We want to feel the Holy Spirit

But our lives have the whole world in it

This life of the earth we don’t know how to quit

And every day we’re being bit-

Infected by the sins of this world

Listening to things that humans have told

Us and believing them as though they are bold

Words that we can’t ignore

And I’m not sure

How much more

God can take.

Do you believe?

I believe in one God

Our Saviour and Lord

Jesus Christ

Who I might

Add died one night

For us

On the cross

For our sins

That have been



He suffered

And was condemned

Tortured to no end

Tried and crucified

Oh my

When Jesus was sentenced to die

For us

On the cross

For our sins

That we won’t let go

Instead we show

Our response of the word no

By living in the world

And not in His word

Which we all have heard

And deferred

So that we can be worldly

And not Holy.


How many of you are like Judas

Who betrayed Jesus

The King of Jews,

All you had to do was choose.


But wait, your life you’re going to have to lose.



Oh, not you?

Then I wonder who?

What do you believe?

NB. This poem is for all my Christian/ Methodist peers.
For all you non-believers, oh well. It’s of no concern to me.

We are all Christians.
We are all Methodists.
Do you believe that?

There is a God.
We believe in a God.
We believe in God.
(I know I do.)
The very same God who gave His son for us.
The very same God who gave His one and only son for us.
The very same God who gave His son to die on the cross for us.
Do you believe that?

I believe it.

I believe in God. I believe that there is a God who gave His one and only son to dir for me, and for that, I am eternally grateful.

I believe that Jesus died and rose again.
Do you?

Are you like those people?
The ones who come to church, sit down, listens to what happens, goes home, and that’s it?
Like the ones who only know where their Bible is after searching every nook and cranny for it?
Like the ones tho talk to God when they’re hoping for something they want, or are in trouble?
Are you that kind of person?

Or are you the person that prays everyday, who reads their Bible regularly, who talks to God and thanks Him for every little thing that happens, both good and bad?

There’s a saying, “Show my your friends and I’ll tell you the kind of person you are.”
There’s another saying, “Show my your schedule and I’ll tell you the kind of person you are, spiritually.”

What kind of person are you?

Maybe you should lock up your distractions for a week or more, and observe how different you life would turn out to be.

You would find that you suddenly have “more time” on your hands and that you’re always bored.

How about you take that extra time that you acquired and do something positive with it, like reading your bible.
Talking to the man upstairs.
He’s waiting for you, you know?
He;s waiting for you to make that decision.
Your life is in your hands.
Your life is in His hands as well.
But you only hand one life, so whose hands will you put your life in.
Yours or His?

Who will you believe?
The one who says everything in your favour?
Or the one who says, “I have a plan for you, for your life.”?

What will you believe?
Who will you believe?
Make your choice,
And soon.


What do you know about me?
Don’t judge a book by it’s cover.
My cover may be wood, brick, paper, silk, cotton.
My outward appearance may be dull, hard, weak, appealing.
But it isn’t necessarily who I am inside
To be honest
I don’t even know who i truly am.
Who are you truly?
Beneath the surface,
What kind of person are you?
People tell me what kind of person they think I am.
If it’s something I hear quite often,
and from observations of my own actions,
I can assume some things about myself.
What do people tell you about yourself?
What do you believe?
What kind of cover do you have?
Is your cover embedded with gems?
With diamonds and rhinestones?
With spikes?
Or s it just paper, or some other type of cloth.
Will it catch on fire?
Is it fire-resistant?
You and I won’t know if we don’t try, or take a couple of risks.

What is your shell type?
Rough? Hard? Soft? Smooth? Fragile? Tough?
Is it hard to break?


Have you ever stood… and felt the wind on your face?
Did you turn towards it? Or did you not move?
That feeling, of air… of breeze, flowing over your skin…
Cooling you.
Something you can’t see… or smell,
Or even hear…
But we can see and hear it’s effects…
Like the swaying rustling of the trees and its leaves.

Do you ever feel that, the wind, in all its gentleness,
Can just sweep you off your feet
And blow you around like a sheet of paper?

Have you ever wondered how it felt to be a sheet of paper?
Forced to succumb to the will of the wind.
What if we are all sheets of paper-
Unique just like snowflakes.
Instead of simply falling like snowflakes do,
We would be flying high and low,
Landing in numerous places:
On rooftops, in garbage dumps, somewhere else.

But we’re not sheets of paper.
We’re just human.
We enjoy how the wind makes us feel on a hot summer day.
Blowing against our face
Messing up our hair