Times without number I’ve been at death’s door,
My body so sick all I could do was lay on the floor;
As doctor after doctor, perplexed and confused,
Said we’ve tried all we know, you've even been transfused;
But I could hear the tremor in their voices, see the fear in their eyes,
They didn’t believe I’d make it, that’s what I realized;
So I cried out to my God, I said, “If Jehovah is Your name,
Come be Jehovah Rapha, and down He came!”
He picked me up, healed my body and then He set me free,
And I’d just like to tell you why He did this for me:
‘Cos He’s God and He is good, Jehovah Rapha is His name,
Cancer, Anaemia, AIDS, etcetera, to Him they’re all the same;
There’s no disease He cannot cure,
Of this I am certain, I’m absolutely sure;
When I was standing at death’s door, and the devil said “It’s over!”
I said “It's not over till i WIN!" ‘cos I know Jehovah!
Yesterday, today and forever, this God is the same,
He’s the almighty omnipotent King, and Jehovah is His name!
See there’ve been times when I couldn’t pay the rent,
Every dollar, dime and penny had all been spent;
The only food I had was the tears I shed as I lay down at night,
And even though I felt like giving up, I knew I just had to fight;
So I said “Lord, you fed the Israelites, for them you made a way;
You promised to supply all my needs, come be Jehovah Jireh today;”
And just when I thought it was too late, and that I’d lost this war,
You know what my God did? - He sent a check to my door!
‘Cos He’s God and He is good, Jehovah Jireh is His name,
There’s no need He can’t meet, abundant provision’s the ‘name of His game;’
Yes He’s Jehovah, rest assured, there’s no bill He can’t pay,
He’s God and I know, He will always make a way!
So whatever you face, whatever your need, be it great or small,
He’ll be your Jehovah as He is mine, and He’ll cover it all!
Yesterday, today and forever, He’s God, He stays the same,
He’s God all by Himself, and Jehovah is His name!
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Friday, October 1, 2010
Time for Celebration or Contemplation?
They say age is just a number, not necessarily reflective of maturity
I say beauty is just an appearance, not necessarily reflective of superiority
I write from a land far away, not my home, I must say
Nevertheless I write about home, for my thoughts lie there, especially on this day
For today, my country celebrates 50 years of independence – it’s our JUBILEE
I can only imagine the celebration – scintillating sights and sounds as far as the eye can see!
So here I sit in a strange land, a beautiful place, my present location
With hours of curious observation resulting in careful retrospection I look around this strange land and can’t help but compare it to my own nation
Inevitably I am left not with joyful thoughts but very sober reflection
For in resources and wealth we are equal, perhaps even greater than they
Yet in productivity, creativity, and beauty we are far less ... so what can I say?
50 years of independence, wow ... Is it just me or do we not seem yet overly dependent?
Relying on others to think for us, create for us, and dictate to us how our wealth should be spent
Our potential exceeds what any mind can imagine – may it no longer remain unrealized
Today many celebrate, a few contemplate, but the truth is all need to ARISE!
Many months ago, I put pen to paper and patriotic poetry was birthed anew
Add a dramatic soundtrack and some nice pictures, and voila! - Nigerians, a special little video for you.
- from Lady InspiroLogos
Visit the following link to View Video 'Nigeria, Arise':
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0fARSTg0lJ0
Monday, September 27, 2010
Pretty Little Polka Dot Butterfly
Dedicated to a brilliant and very talented little lady:
Miss Aastha Modi, from New Delhi, India.
- - -
I was hurriedly walking down the street
My brow sweaty from the summer heat
Lo and behold, there came out of the blue
(Really it seemed almost too good to be true)
An enchanting creature I’d never before seen:
A polka dot butterfly - it’s spots black and green!
Of course, I stopped right in my tracks
My jaw instantly dropped quite slack
Watching it’s fluttering, flittering, fluid flight
Wondering at this incredible, inspiring sight
And the question that was foremost in my thoughts:
How could a butterfly have green and black spots?
Alas I’d forgotten that I was in a hurry
Gone was the memory of my hustle, bustle and scurry
In those few moments the butterfly danced around
I felt so light I thought my feet left the ground
The Creator must have the most ingenious mind of all
To put so much beauty and grace in a creature so small
Well, all things that begin, must come to an end
Including those precious moments with my little ‘friend’
As I watched it soar higher and higher in the sky
I admit, I was quite tempted to wave goodbye
I’ll tell you one thing though; believe me, I tell you no lie
I’ll never forget that pretty little green and black polka dot butterfly!
_ _ _
Take out time to enjoy life's simple pleasures, every day.
InspiroLogos.
Miss Aastha Modi, from New Delhi, India.
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I was hurriedly walking down the street
My brow sweaty from the summer heat
Lo and behold, there came out of the blue
(Really it seemed almost too good to be true)
An enchanting creature I’d never before seen:
A polka dot butterfly - it’s spots black and green!
Of course, I stopped right in my tracks
My jaw instantly dropped quite slack
Watching it’s fluttering, flittering, fluid flight
Wondering at this incredible, inspiring sight
And the question that was foremost in my thoughts:
How could a butterfly have green and black spots?
Alas I’d forgotten that I was in a hurry
Gone was the memory of my hustle, bustle and scurry
In those few moments the butterfly danced around
I felt so light I thought my feet left the ground
The Creator must have the most ingenious mind of all
To put so much beauty and grace in a creature so small
Well, all things that begin, must come to an end
Including those precious moments with my little ‘friend’
As I watched it soar higher and higher in the sky
I admit, I was quite tempted to wave goodbye
I’ll tell you one thing though; believe me, I tell you no lie
I’ll never forget that pretty little green and black polka dot butterfly!
_ _ _
Take out time to enjoy life's simple pleasures, every day.
InspiroLogos.
Friday, August 27, 2010
Sometimes...
Sometimes, I just don’t know …
Why the day is dark and the night so long
Why I hope and pray and things still go wrong
Why I sow good and seem to reap bad
Why the wicked do wrong and stay glad
Sometimes, I just can’t see …
A way out of all the complexity
Why can’t I have simplicity?
Oh for an end to all infirmity
Oh for a rise out of mediocrity
Sometimes, I wish I wasn’t me
I wish I could change my history
Switch my calamitous genealogy
Choose an enviable nationality
Would I then attain a great destiny?
Sometimes, I just don’t know
Sometimes, I just can’t see
Sometimes, I wish I wasn’t me
Surprisingly, the one I wish I could be
Secretly wishes that she could be me!
- Lady InspiroLogos
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I wrote the above on a very difficult, dark and lonely day, in a long stretch of similar days; just trying to express the raw emotions that I felt. Nevertheless, my conclusion is just my poetic way of pointing out something I've learned: Everyone's got bad days, or bad weeks, some people even have bad years! And in tough times, the grass always looks greener on the 'other side.' What you may not realize though, is this: for the one looking from that 'other side' it's your grass that looks greener!
To each her own. C'est la vie!
Why the day is dark and the night so long
Why I hope and pray and things still go wrong
Why I sow good and seem to reap bad
Why the wicked do wrong and stay glad
Sometimes, I just can’t see …
A way out of all the complexity
Why can’t I have simplicity?
Oh for an end to all infirmity
Oh for a rise out of mediocrity
Sometimes, I wish I wasn’t me
I wish I could change my history
Switch my calamitous genealogy
Choose an enviable nationality
Would I then attain a great destiny?
Sometimes, I just don’t know
Sometimes, I just can’t see
Sometimes, I wish I wasn’t me
Surprisingly, the one I wish I could be
Secretly wishes that she could be me!
- Lady InspiroLogos
- - -
I wrote the above on a very difficult, dark and lonely day, in a long stretch of similar days; just trying to express the raw emotions that I felt. Nevertheless, my conclusion is just my poetic way of pointing out something I've learned: Everyone's got bad days, or bad weeks, some people even have bad years! And in tough times, the grass always looks greener on the 'other side.' What you may not realize though, is this: for the one looking from that 'other side' it's your grass that looks greener!
To each her own. C'est la vie!
Monday, April 19, 2010
I Love Her, I Love Her Not ...
Copyright © Ifueko Fex Ogbomo 2009
A faithful friend, she’s always there
A constant companion, she’s ever near
So compassionate, sensitive, and gentle is she
A more noble being there never could be
She gives to every needy person we meet
Even stops to help old ladies cross the street
Alas no one is perfect, no, not even she
Her motives are no doubt, as pure as can be
But I fault her in this, she’s a little too nosy
In my affairs she finds herself a little too cozy!
When I ‘stretch the truth’ to get out of trouble
She’s makes me come clean on the double
When I’m enraged and ready to give out a piece of my mind
She tells me to save it and instead be long-suffering and kind!
I once wished my fellow contestants would fall
So that I would be crowned the Belle-of-the-Ball
But one look into her baby brown eyes
And the error of my ways I at once realized
When controversy arises she’s ever equipped with a word
That pierces my heart like a double-edged sword
How I hate that I can’t seem to win whenever we fight
The exasperating fact is she’s always darned right!
When I secretly plan my revenge, executing it swiftly
She inevitably discovers it, and makes me feel so guilty
I wish she’d butt out and let me have my way
I wish she’d shut up and let me have my say
I love her not, Miss goody-two-shoes
She’s a friend I sometimes wish I could loose!
Alas, whenever I take a walk down memory lane
And I peek through my historical window pane
I see that in good times and bad, in glad moments and sad
She’s been there, always near, with a listening ear
I see that whenever I’ve taken her advice as I should
It’s always, always, worked out for my good
How happy I am when she’s constantly near
How sweet I sleep when she’s crystal clear
Oh I love her, and strive daily to love her more
For of this one thing I’m absolutely sure:
The most wicked of creatures I'd undoubtedly be
If my darling, my conscience, were ever to leave me!
_ _ _
Indeed, a tender conscience is a priceless treasure. One of God’s greatest gifts to mankind. A ‘divine red-flag’ as it were - warning us when our thoughts, words or deeds fall short of God’s standard of Love. Learn to be sensitive to follow the promptings of your conscience. I assure you, your life and the lives of those in your sphere of influence, will be better for it. Ignore your conscience often enough and eventually, it’ll stop speaking. What a tragedy that would be, for a man without a conscience is not a man, but a monster.
Selah.
Lady InspiroLogos.
A faithful friend, she’s always there
A constant companion, she’s ever near
So compassionate, sensitive, and gentle is she
A more noble being there never could be
She gives to every needy person we meet
Even stops to help old ladies cross the street
Alas no one is perfect, no, not even she
Her motives are no doubt, as pure as can be
But I fault her in this, she’s a little too nosy
In my affairs she finds herself a little too cozy!
When I ‘stretch the truth’ to get out of trouble
She’s makes me come clean on the double
When I’m enraged and ready to give out a piece of my mind
She tells me to save it and instead be long-suffering and kind!
I once wished my fellow contestants would fall
So that I would be crowned the Belle-of-the-Ball
But one look into her baby brown eyes
And the error of my ways I at once realized
When controversy arises she’s ever equipped with a word
That pierces my heart like a double-edged sword
How I hate that I can’t seem to win whenever we fight
The exasperating fact is she’s always darned right!
When I secretly plan my revenge, executing it swiftly
She inevitably discovers it, and makes me feel so guilty
I wish she’d butt out and let me have my way
I wish she’d shut up and let me have my say
I love her not, Miss goody-two-shoes
She’s a friend I sometimes wish I could loose!
Alas, whenever I take a walk down memory lane
And I peek through my historical window pane
I see that in good times and bad, in glad moments and sad
She’s been there, always near, with a listening ear
I see that whenever I’ve taken her advice as I should
It’s always, always, worked out for my good
How happy I am when she’s constantly near
How sweet I sleep when she’s crystal clear
Oh I love her, and strive daily to love her more
For of this one thing I’m absolutely sure:
The most wicked of creatures I'd undoubtedly be
If my darling, my conscience, were ever to leave me!
_ _ _
Indeed, a tender conscience is a priceless treasure. One of God’s greatest gifts to mankind. A ‘divine red-flag’ as it were - warning us when our thoughts, words or deeds fall short of God’s standard of Love. Learn to be sensitive to follow the promptings of your conscience. I assure you, your life and the lives of those in your sphere of influence, will be better for it. Ignore your conscience often enough and eventually, it’ll stop speaking. What a tragedy that would be, for a man without a conscience is not a man, but a monster.
Selah.
Lady InspiroLogos.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
The Picture of Peace
It's two weeks into the new year! Already? ... Yes, time flies!
Anyway, despite the many resolutions, conclusions, aspirations, and expectations for this awesome year, things might not be going as smoothly you thought they would. When a storm is in sight, wishing on a thousand stars won't still the storm. What you need is some real peace!
Speaking of which, I was inspired to paint a picture of peace.
As usual, my paintbrush is a pen, and my paint, some choice words from my imaginative vocabulary. ;-)
The result? ... Voila!
The Picture of Peace
Copyright ©Ifueko Ogbomo 2009
A picture of peace ... A picture of peace ...
How would it look, this picture of peace?
Stillness. Serenity. Quietness. Tranquillity.
Blue skies. Green Meadows. A soft breeze. A bright rainbow.
No yelling parents. No crying babies.
A Day-off - no labour. A leisurely drive - no traffic.
All debts paid. All needs met. All going good.
Ahh, 'tis the picture of peace, is it not?
I think not; ‘tis simply a picture of ease.
I looked far and wide, searched high and low
That a picture of peace I might see and know
And just when I thought I had no choice but to quit
There I saw it, in the pages of the Holy Writ
Ah, I stood back and stared in awe
As at last, the picture of peace I saw:
A raging storm. Boisterous winds.
Menacing waves crashing. A boat tossing and turning.
Uproar! Chaos! Cabin and crew madly rushing about.
They're shaking with trepidation.
Lips mumbling, stumbling over fear-filled prayers.
Minds frazzled, dazzled with images of a watery grave.
They're screaming in terror:
‘Abandon ship!’ ‘Women and children first!’ ‘Every man for himself, and God for us all!’
All perturbed. All disturbed. All save one.
See him: curled up in a corner, as though oblivious of the surrounding danger.
All worries forgotten. All cares forsaken.
See him: curled up in a corner, on a pillow he lies, fast asleep!
Assured that He who never sleeps, watches over him.
See him, the Prince of Peace; see thus, the true picture of peace
'tis not the calm before the storm, nay.
'tis the calm within the storm!
(My inspiration came from the scriptural story recorded in three out of four of the gospels, although Mark's account is my favorite. See Mark 4: 35 - 41.)
In Conclusion:
Life's challenging - that's a given. When you are blessed with a vivid imagination like mine, it's easy to get anxious over unpleasant unforseen circumstances and undesirable unexpected happenings. However, if you can keep the wanderings of your mind focused on God, focused on His abilities and not your inabilities, His strength and not your weakness, His omniscience and not your limited knowledge, and if you can trust Him, then that picture of peace, will be a picture of YOU.
How do I know that? Simple. it says so in Isaiah 26 verse 3:
"You will keep him in perfect peace,
whose mind is stayed on You,
because he trusts in You"
If it's in the word of God, then it's inspired by God, who cannot lie, and that's good enough for me! Selah!
- - -
Lady I. - Positively Peaceful
Anyway, despite the many resolutions, conclusions, aspirations, and expectations for this awesome year, things might not be going as smoothly you thought they would. When a storm is in sight, wishing on a thousand stars won't still the storm. What you need is some real peace!
Speaking of which, I was inspired to paint a picture of peace.
As usual, my paintbrush is a pen, and my paint, some choice words from my imaginative vocabulary. ;-)
The result? ... Voila!
The Picture of Peace
Copyright ©Ifueko Ogbomo 2009
A picture of peace ... A picture of peace ...
How would it look, this picture of peace?
Stillness. Serenity. Quietness. Tranquillity.
Blue skies. Green Meadows. A soft breeze. A bright rainbow.
No yelling parents. No crying babies.
A Day-off - no labour. A leisurely drive - no traffic.
All debts paid. All needs met. All going good.
Ahh, 'tis the picture of peace, is it not?
I think not; ‘tis simply a picture of ease.
I looked far and wide, searched high and low
That a picture of peace I might see and know
And just when I thought I had no choice but to quit
There I saw it, in the pages of the Holy Writ
Ah, I stood back and stared in awe
As at last, the picture of peace I saw:
A raging storm. Boisterous winds.
Menacing waves crashing. A boat tossing and turning.
Uproar! Chaos! Cabin and crew madly rushing about.
They're shaking with trepidation.
Lips mumbling, stumbling over fear-filled prayers.
Minds frazzled, dazzled with images of a watery grave.
They're screaming in terror:
‘Abandon ship!’ ‘Women and children first!’ ‘Every man for himself, and God for us all!’
All perturbed. All disturbed. All save one.
See him: curled up in a corner, as though oblivious of the surrounding danger.
All worries forgotten. All cares forsaken.
See him: curled up in a corner, on a pillow he lies, fast asleep!
Assured that He who never sleeps, watches over him.
See him, the Prince of Peace; see thus, the true picture of peace
'tis not the calm before the storm, nay.
'tis the calm within the storm!
(My inspiration came from the scriptural story recorded in three out of four of the gospels, although Mark's account is my favorite. See Mark 4: 35 - 41.)
In Conclusion:
Life's challenging - that's a given. When you are blessed with a vivid imagination like mine, it's easy to get anxious over unpleasant unforseen circumstances and undesirable unexpected happenings. However, if you can keep the wanderings of your mind focused on God, focused on His abilities and not your inabilities, His strength and not your weakness, His omniscience and not your limited knowledge, and if you can trust Him, then that picture of peace, will be a picture of YOU.
How do I know that? Simple. it says so in Isaiah 26 verse 3:
"You will keep him in perfect peace,
whose mind is stayed on You,
because he trusts in You"
If it's in the word of God, then it's inspired by God, who cannot lie, and that's good enough for me! Selah!
- - -
Lady I. - Positively Peaceful
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Celebrating the Celebrant!
Over 11 months gone, the year is almost done
It should be Celebration Time for everyone!
No matter how challenging the year has been
The mercies of God you’ve surely seen
So forget about the Stress, Struggles and Strife
Sing, Dance, Shout, Clap and thank God for the gift of LIFE!
Spread the Love that comes from above
Spread the Joy to every girl and boy
Spread the goods and some delicious food
Spread the Word about the Birth of the LORD
Spread the greetings of this Special Season
Share a hug and a kiss, with those you love and miss!
A Very Merry Christmas and HAPPY New Year,
From LADY I to everyone far and near!
p.s. Don't forget to celebrate the actual celebrant in this CHRISTmas season!
And in that spirit, allow me to share with you a little poem I wrote years ago, specifically on November 12th 2002:
HIS STORY
He was a baby, born in a manger, watched by the shepherds, served by the Kings
He was a boy, caught in the temple, teaching the aged, what His father taught Him
He was a man, baptized in the Jordan, from which He emerged as the dove descended
Then God proclaimed: "This is my Son, in Him I'm well pleased, He is my beloved"
He was still a man, hung on the cross, wounded and bleeding, despised by other men
His blood was shed, your sins to cleanse, your ills to heal, your hearts to mend
He is a King, a high priest is He, esteemed above all, the one I adore
Soon He will come, come for His own, the ones who choose to love Him more and more
From tiny babe to great King, He remains humble, with hands stretched out to you, He calls
Will you respond, will your surrender; your heart, your life, your love, your all?
_ _ _
Lady I. - Willingly Surrendered
It should be Celebration Time for everyone!
No matter how challenging the year has been
The mercies of God you’ve surely seen
So forget about the Stress, Struggles and Strife
Sing, Dance, Shout, Clap and thank God for the gift of LIFE!
Spread the Love that comes from above
Spread the Joy to every girl and boy
Spread the goods and some delicious food
Spread the Word about the Birth of the LORD
Spread the greetings of this Special Season
Share a hug and a kiss, with those you love and miss!
A Very Merry Christmas and HAPPY New Year,
From LADY I to everyone far and near!
p.s. Don't forget to celebrate the actual celebrant in this CHRISTmas season!
And in that spirit, allow me to share with you a little poem I wrote years ago, specifically on November 12th 2002:
HIS STORY
He was a baby, born in a manger, watched by the shepherds, served by the Kings
He was a boy, caught in the temple, teaching the aged, what His father taught Him
He was a man, baptized in the Jordan, from which He emerged as the dove descended
Then God proclaimed: "This is my Son, in Him I'm well pleased, He is my beloved"
He was still a man, hung on the cross, wounded and bleeding, despised by other men
His blood was shed, your sins to cleanse, your ills to heal, your hearts to mend
He is a King, a high priest is He, esteemed above all, the one I adore
Soon He will come, come for His own, the ones who choose to love Him more and more
From tiny babe to great King, He remains humble, with hands stretched out to you, He calls
Will you respond, will your surrender; your heart, your life, your love, your all?
_ _ _
Lady I. - Willingly Surrendered
Saturday, December 5, 2009
How Do I Go On?
This poem is dedicated to you who are facing overwhelming circumstances and wondering if you will ever get through. I feel you.
HOW DO I GO ON?
Copyright ©Ifueko Ogbomo 2009
A body broken. A love lost. A dream destroyed.
Pain indescribable. Misery irrepressible. Agony insurmountable.
A body racked with pain is brutal
A heart wrecked by despair, fatal
One minute all is well: The sky is blue, the grass is green,
birds sing sweetly, laughter rings freely;
One minute, you’re walking with a pep in your step; a twinkle in your eye and a super-sparkly smile
The next minute, everything changes
An argument. An accident. One morbid message. One calamitous call.
Instantly laughter is transformed into tears, exuberant joy into immeasurable sorrow
The light of day becomes a gross darkness, crushing your very soul
Life as you know it ceases to be
Then questions arise: Why this? Why now? Why me? Why? ...
The answers elude, thus the despair deepens.
The broken body will never mend. The lost love will never be found. The destroyed dream will never be realized.
Then the many questions become one: ‘How do I go on?’
When each dawn is but a despicable reminder of another dreaded day
The laughter of others but a dagger thrust deeper into my despondent soul
How do I go on?
Would that I stop feeling, for all I feel is raw, incessant pain – I long to go numb
Would that I stop seeing, for all I see conjures up terrifying memories – I long to forget
There is no more light, no, just a dark dark night
I am become but a shadow of what I once was
How do I go on?
My past, forgotten; my present, traumatic; my future, what future?
I know of none. I imagine none. I envision nothing.
How do I go on?
I have but one desire: to close my eyes in eternal sleep, and no more ever weep.
Or know you another way? Pray show me, please, tell me...
How do I go on?
_ _ _
In answer to the above question, let me say the following:
You go on by looking up, and you do it one day at a time.
Don’t look downward or inward because all you’ll see is sorrow. Don’t look around you because your circumstances will overwhelm you.
Just look up to God.
Whenever I face situations that make me wonder how I could ever go on, I find solace in two scriptural facts:
1. Nothing, absolutely nothing, neither death nor life, the present or the future, will ever be able to separate mefrom the unconditional everlasting love God has for me (Romans 8: 38,39; Jeremiah 31:3).
2. Since I love God, and I’m called according to His purpose, then I know that God causes ALL things to work together for my good, ultimately (Romans 8:28).
When I’m overwhelmed by life, believing these facts give me the strength to go on, one day at a time and I hope they will do the same for you.
Remember, no matter how long a night is, it must give way to the rising of the sun - the light of a brand new day. Look up!
_ _ _
Lady I. – Still Standing Strong!
HOW DO I GO ON?
Copyright ©Ifueko Ogbomo 2009
A body broken. A love lost. A dream destroyed.
Pain indescribable. Misery irrepressible. Agony insurmountable.
A body racked with pain is brutal
A heart wrecked by despair, fatal
One minute all is well: The sky is blue, the grass is green,
birds sing sweetly, laughter rings freely;
One minute, you’re walking with a pep in your step; a twinkle in your eye and a super-sparkly smile
The next minute, everything changes
An argument. An accident. One morbid message. One calamitous call.
Instantly laughter is transformed into tears, exuberant joy into immeasurable sorrow
The light of day becomes a gross darkness, crushing your very soul
Life as you know it ceases to be
Then questions arise: Why this? Why now? Why me? Why? ...
The answers elude, thus the despair deepens.
The broken body will never mend. The lost love will never be found. The destroyed dream will never be realized.
Then the many questions become one: ‘How do I go on?’
When each dawn is but a despicable reminder of another dreaded day
The laughter of others but a dagger thrust deeper into my despondent soul
How do I go on?
Would that I stop feeling, for all I feel is raw, incessant pain – I long to go numb
Would that I stop seeing, for all I see conjures up terrifying memories – I long to forget
There is no more light, no, just a dark dark night
I am become but a shadow of what I once was
How do I go on?
My past, forgotten; my present, traumatic; my future, what future?
I know of none. I imagine none. I envision nothing.
How do I go on?
I have but one desire: to close my eyes in eternal sleep, and no more ever weep.
Or know you another way? Pray show me, please, tell me...
How do I go on?
_ _ _
In answer to the above question, let me say the following:
You go on by looking up, and you do it one day at a time.
Don’t look downward or inward because all you’ll see is sorrow. Don’t look around you because your circumstances will overwhelm you.
Just look up to God.
Whenever I face situations that make me wonder how I could ever go on, I find solace in two scriptural facts:
1. Nothing, absolutely nothing, neither death nor life, the present or the future, will ever be able to separate mefrom the unconditional everlasting love God has for me (Romans 8: 38,39; Jeremiah 31:3).
2. Since I love God, and I’m called according to His purpose, then I know that God causes ALL things to work together for my good, ultimately (Romans 8:28).
When I’m overwhelmed by life, believing these facts give me the strength to go on, one day at a time and I hope they will do the same for you.
Remember, no matter how long a night is, it must give way to the rising of the sun - the light of a brand new day. Look up!
_ _ _
Lady I. – Still Standing Strong!
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Nigeria, Arise!
Copyright © Ifueko Ogbomo 2009
140,000,000 people, old and young
250 ethnic groups, numerous tribes and tongues
49 years of independence from British rule
36 states from Abia to Zamfara, with 36 capitals too
3 major languages: Hausa, Igbo, Yoruba; 4 if you add ‘pidgin’ too
2 National colours: the serene white shade and the vibrant green hue
1 Federal Capital Territory: Abuja; sum all that up and what do you find?
Nigeria, a nation that’s one-of-a-kind!
There’s no land like Nigeria, wondrous to behold
Olumo, Aso and Zuma rocks, amazing, they never grow old
See the hills of Katampe, watch Gurara’s waterfall
Several Rivers: Niger, Benue, Sokoto, Kaduna, I cannot name them all
Tourists flock to see the Obudu cattle ranch, and Yankari game reserve
With festivals like Tinapa, Argungu, the Abuja carnival, our heritage is preserved
Behold industries: Petrochemicals, Agro-allied, textiles and so many more
Combined with vast resources to complete our solid infrastructure
A plethora of resources indeed, but the most important one
The Nigerian intellect – surely second to none
Observe our gifted ambassadors, icons of intelligence, passion and creativity
Like Alh. Dangote, an entrepreneurial giant; Oluchi, symbol of our beauty
Kanu Nwankwo, international sports star and philanthropist; Chimamanda, all hail our literary queen!
Fela Durotoye, motivator-par-excellence, and Asa just keeps rocking the musical scene
Now Lady I, inspirational poet unveiled, the list goes on and on and on
They make us proud to be Nigerians, to boldly sing our national song
A truly blessed nation in every way
A force to be reckoned with, anytime, any day
Call me patriotic if you will, but I just have to say
Been east, been west, NAIJA IS BEST!
‘The greatest nation on earth’ within us that potential lies
But it needs to be realized, therefore Nigeria MUST ARISE!
For too long our story has been a sad, sad tale
Of resources wasted, labour exploited, youth misspent in jail
We’ve imported the unnecessary, exported our necessities
Making others rich, while we sink deeper into poverty
Now beat down and rejected, we groan and we weep
With no help in sight, we cry ourselves to sleep
Oh Nigeria, how can this be, when we’ve got-it-all?
Riches of agriculture, crude oil, precious stones and much more
The wonders of nature are seen all across our lands
Indeed, we are a people of great minds and gifted hands
God has blessed us immeasurably, now the ball lies in our court
It’s time for us to take action with a new sense of worth
North and South, old and young, rich and poor, we must unite
Set our differences aside and join hands in one good fight
Against corruption, injustice, selfishness and greed
As good people building a great nation indeed
A new day has come, our new dawn is here
The darkness is fading, so the light can shine clear
Nigeria, Arise!
It’s time to bring an end to shame and sorrow
To set a new standard that others might follow
It’s time to lay afresh a good foundation
To take your place amongst the nations
Nigeria, Arise!!
The world is waiting, it’s anticipating
The sound of a strong beat, from the heart of Africa
Nigeria, Arise!!!
Fulfil your destiny!!!
- - - - - -
Lady I. - Proudly Nigerian
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Beneath My Lovely Mask
Everyone wears a mask of some sort! None of us is perfect, no matter how beautiful we appear on the outside. Thus some people are extremely pretentious, perhaps trying to impress others or gain favor, while secretly afraid that if they show their true selves, they will be rejected. Indeed, we have all experienced fair-weather friends who 'love' us when the going is good, or 'love' us for our outward appearance, or 'love' us because of some benefit they can gain from us, only to disappear when the tide turns against us. It's a harsh reality.
Ahh, but deep down, we all desire to be loved for who we really are, and accepted exactly as we are. In expression of this deep desire, I wrote a poem. This poem is very dear to my heart, and is now being celebrated because it was my final piece and the winning piece at a recent performance poetry contest. (You can read a newspaper publication about my championship at this link http://www.thisdayonline.com/nview.php?id=142952 )
And now, i'd like to share my poem with you:
Beneath My Lovely Mask
Copyright © Ifueko Ogbomo 2009
The applause is thunderous! The Cheers are deafening! Everyone is out of their seats!
I feel like a goddess, as they blow kisses at me and throw roses at my feet
Encore! Encore! They scream; longing for another captivating performance
So they can bask in my presence; as my enchanting words and melodious voice fill their hearts with romance
Backstage they’ll be scrambling over each other, hoping to get my autograph,
Pleading to have a memento of me, a personal item, or even just a photograph
The men will ask to have drinks with me, some will stammer, some can only stare,
The ladies promise to name their little girls after me, all to show how much they care
I smile politely, embrace occasionally, and wonder to how this can be
Do they truly love me, and would they still love me, if they knew me,
The frightened child beneath the flawless celebrity
Me, beneath my lovely mask.
Fashionably late, and dressed to kill, I glide into the circular hall
It’s almost comical, tiresomely predictable; I’m instantly appraised by one and all
Calmly making my way to the VIP section, my perfume leaving a sweet scent in the air;
I hear snatches of the conversations, as I part the sea of admiring glances and the occasional envious glare
'What beauty,' they say, 'what poise, an incredible figure,' and 'did you see her flawless face?'
'What lovely long legs, and luscious hair, what a dazzling smile, oh my, such grace'
Holding my head high, I quietly take my seat, disregarding the flattery that assaults my ears
I am sure they would neither envy me, nor lust after me, if they knew my silent tears
The sad girl beneath the stunning woman,
Me, beneath my lovely mask
What a day! - A book signing, cocktail dinner, and yet another proposal
Let’s see, that’s the third this week, nothing special, he said the usual
How my beauty is beyond compare, my face altogether breathtaking, a priceless work of art
My voice, soft and sonorous, music to his ears; and my lips pure perfection when they part
My skin is smooth as silk, the shade of lightly creamed chocolate, and my eyes, he says, oh my eyes
The entire solar system does not hold a candle to the depth or the glory in my beautiful brown eyes
Did I tell you he claims to think of me all day and dream of me all night
And that if I could only be his, he’d love me always, and never have another in thought or in sight
Ha! All this from someone who knows neither my dress size nor my favourite song,
Let alone the things that touch my heart - what a travesty, a shame, oh, an undeserved wrong!
“Why not take the mask off?” you ask, “let all see the real you;” alas you have struck upon my deepest fear
You see I did take it off once - I unveiled my eyes, revealed my heart, and allowed all to come near
But then the admiring glances became non-existent, the gifts and praise, inconsistent
My many fans became oh so few, and the once pledged faithful became untrue
No, no, no, indeed, I cannot afford this flawless facade to fade
No matter how lonely or lithesome I be, I cannot, I must not, this lovely mask trade
Don’t you see, if I unmask myself, he’ll discover my luscious hair is artificially enhanced
He’ll find out my long legs are actually unequal, and my silken skin is spotted and scarred
He’ll see my eyes are pools of sorrow that nightly swell and spill over, soaking my satin sheets
And my dazzling smile is masterfully doctored, to veil my bleeding heart
Alas the undying love he now professes, would vanish like vapour before a boisterous breeze
And then what would I be left with? ... Loneliness. Misery. Emptiness. Dis-ease.
Therefore don’t ask me to take my lovely mask off, NO!
Don’t let me unveil my sorrowful brown eyes, I implore you
Please, don’t make me reveal my broken and bleeding heart, I beseech you
For I cannot, I cannot! Let me be! Let me lie still, beneath my mask
It is flawless, stunning, it’s perfect, and day after day, I must keep it on
Secretly hoping that one day, one memorable day, someone special will come along
Someone kind, compassionate, patient enough, to slowly, softly uncover me
Someone who’ll see my flaws, my scars, my tears and nevertheless, embrace me
Someone who will love the frightened, lonely, sad, little girl, hiding deep within me
Will Someone please Love me, beneath my lovely mask ...
_ _ _ _ _
Last Words:
There is only one true, unconditional, undeserved, irrevocable and everlasting love, and that is the love of a perfect God, for an imperfect human - the love that God has for you!
God sooooo loved you, that he sent his ONLY Son Jesus to die in your stead, so that you could live forever!
If you can believe that Love, and receive that love, it'll change your life for good and forever!
- Lady InspiroLogos
Ahh, but deep down, we all desire to be loved for who we really are, and accepted exactly as we are. In expression of this deep desire, I wrote a poem. This poem is very dear to my heart, and is now being celebrated because it was my final piece and the winning piece at a recent performance poetry contest. (You can read a newspaper publication about my championship at this link http://www.thisdayonline.com/nview.php?id=142952 )
And now, i'd like to share my poem with you:
Beneath My Lovely Mask
Copyright © Ifueko Ogbomo 2009
The applause is thunderous! The Cheers are deafening! Everyone is out of their seats!
I feel like a goddess, as they blow kisses at me and throw roses at my feet
Encore! Encore! They scream; longing for another captivating performance
So they can bask in my presence; as my enchanting words and melodious voice fill their hearts with romance
Backstage they’ll be scrambling over each other, hoping to get my autograph,
Pleading to have a memento of me, a personal item, or even just a photograph
The men will ask to have drinks with me, some will stammer, some can only stare,
The ladies promise to name their little girls after me, all to show how much they care
I smile politely, embrace occasionally, and wonder to how this can be
Do they truly love me, and would they still love me, if they knew me,
The frightened child beneath the flawless celebrity
Me, beneath my lovely mask.
Fashionably late, and dressed to kill, I glide into the circular hall
It’s almost comical, tiresomely predictable; I’m instantly appraised by one and all
Calmly making my way to the VIP section, my perfume leaving a sweet scent in the air;
I hear snatches of the conversations, as I part the sea of admiring glances and the occasional envious glare
'What beauty,' they say, 'what poise, an incredible figure,' and 'did you see her flawless face?'
'What lovely long legs, and luscious hair, what a dazzling smile, oh my, such grace'
Holding my head high, I quietly take my seat, disregarding the flattery that assaults my ears
I am sure they would neither envy me, nor lust after me, if they knew my silent tears
The sad girl beneath the stunning woman,
Me, beneath my lovely mask
What a day! - A book signing, cocktail dinner, and yet another proposal
Let’s see, that’s the third this week, nothing special, he said the usual
How my beauty is beyond compare, my face altogether breathtaking, a priceless work of art
My voice, soft and sonorous, music to his ears; and my lips pure perfection when they part
My skin is smooth as silk, the shade of lightly creamed chocolate, and my eyes, he says, oh my eyes
The entire solar system does not hold a candle to the depth or the glory in my beautiful brown eyes
Did I tell you he claims to think of me all day and dream of me all night
And that if I could only be his, he’d love me always, and never have another in thought or in sight
Ha! All this from someone who knows neither my dress size nor my favourite song,
Let alone the things that touch my heart - what a travesty, a shame, oh, an undeserved wrong!
“Why not take the mask off?” you ask, “let all see the real you;” alas you have struck upon my deepest fear
You see I did take it off once - I unveiled my eyes, revealed my heart, and allowed all to come near
But then the admiring glances became non-existent, the gifts and praise, inconsistent
My many fans became oh so few, and the once pledged faithful became untrue
No, no, no, indeed, I cannot afford this flawless facade to fade
No matter how lonely or lithesome I be, I cannot, I must not, this lovely mask trade
Don’t you see, if I unmask myself, he’ll discover my luscious hair is artificially enhanced
He’ll find out my long legs are actually unequal, and my silken skin is spotted and scarred
He’ll see my eyes are pools of sorrow that nightly swell and spill over, soaking my satin sheets
And my dazzling smile is masterfully doctored, to veil my bleeding heart
Alas the undying love he now professes, would vanish like vapour before a boisterous breeze
And then what would I be left with? ... Loneliness. Misery. Emptiness. Dis-ease.
Therefore don’t ask me to take my lovely mask off, NO!
Don’t let me unveil my sorrowful brown eyes, I implore you
Please, don’t make me reveal my broken and bleeding heart, I beseech you
For I cannot, I cannot! Let me be! Let me lie still, beneath my mask
It is flawless, stunning, it’s perfect, and day after day, I must keep it on
Secretly hoping that one day, one memorable day, someone special will come along
Someone kind, compassionate, patient enough, to slowly, softly uncover me
Someone who’ll see my flaws, my scars, my tears and nevertheless, embrace me
Someone who will love the frightened, lonely, sad, little girl, hiding deep within me
Will Someone please Love me, beneath my lovely mask ...
_ _ _ _ _
Last Words:
There is only one true, unconditional, undeserved, irrevocable and everlasting love, and that is the love of a perfect God, for an imperfect human - the love that God has for you!
God sooooo loved you, that he sent his ONLY Son Jesus to die in your stead, so that you could live forever!
If you can believe that Love, and receive that love, it'll change your life for good and forever!
- Lady InspiroLogos
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Meet Miss Mosquito
You can never laugh too many times in one day!
A merry heart does good like medicine, so it says in Proverbs 17:22.
Now we all know life is not a bed of roses, (if you didn't know that, just keep living!). Therefore I conclude that merriness of heart has more to do with perception than actual circumstances. If you look hard enough, you'll find something to smile about even in circumstances or people that seem completely negative! Let me give you a personal example: I think mosquitoes are the most insufferable creatures, they've caused me hours, days and weeks of misery, an inummerable number of times, and i'd no sooner be rid of the lot of them!!!
One day, I took a closer look at mosquitoes, and thanks to my hyperactive imagination, I found something to make me smile, and as usual, found a creative way to say it! Enjoy!
Miss Mosquito, the fairest of all
Copyright © Ifueko Ogbomo 2009
Miss Mosquito fancies herself to be, the fairest and most fortunate of all creation
She is delicate in frame, yet wherever she goes, she commands undivided attention
She has the most sonorous of voices, for whenever she sings, fervent clapping begins
She is skilled in her art, yet so soft in her touch, and treats great and small the same
She hails from a prestigious lineage indeed; her ancestral accomplishments are world-renown
Thousands of books, documentaries and even songs, celebrate the Mosquito family name
The rich and poor, the young and old, all have felt her unmistakable impact
She’s the talk of the town and it’s a well known fact that her favourite colour is RED!
A celebrity, no doubt Miss Mosquito is, but she knows not to believe all the press
She’s aware of her many enemies, green with envy they wish she was dead
So she tries to remain down to earth, often retreating to still waters and quiet halls
And she keeps away from the noisy crowds, preferring the company of one instead
After an all-day beauty sleep, she awakens at sunset, and carefully plans her night
So much to do and so little time, such a hassle for one is as diligent as she
But all work and no play will ruin Miss Mosquito’s day, and no one can play alone
So she must find herself a lucky man, yes, she’ll surprise him with a visit at home
Having groomed with utmost care, and dressed to kill, she’s off on her evening quest
No need to call in advance, experience has proved, she is always a welcome guest
The man may play hard to get, but he’ll doubtless lie still, feigning sleep while awaiting her piercing kiss
She will swiftly oblige, and if he is receptive, also present him her famously fatal gift
Of course she knows what’s next – the lucky devil abruptly ‘re-awakens’ shouting for joy
He’ll never say so, but He’s obviously pleased for he’s up on his feet, dancing around like a little boy
Mission accomplished, miss mosquito gracefully heads home, her sense of self-satisfaction unequalled
She’s absolutely certain her sweet songs and unforgettable kisses, will again be warmly welcomed!
Remember to Smile Wide, Laugh Hard, and Spread the Joy!
Lady InspiroLogos
A merry heart does good like medicine, so it says in Proverbs 17:22.
Now we all know life is not a bed of roses, (if you didn't know that, just keep living!). Therefore I conclude that merriness of heart has more to do with perception than actual circumstances. If you look hard enough, you'll find something to smile about even in circumstances or people that seem completely negative! Let me give you a personal example: I think mosquitoes are the most insufferable creatures, they've caused me hours, days and weeks of misery, an inummerable number of times, and i'd no sooner be rid of the lot of them!!!
One day, I took a closer look at mosquitoes, and thanks to my hyperactive imagination, I found something to make me smile, and as usual, found a creative way to say it! Enjoy!
Miss Mosquito, the fairest of all
Copyright © Ifueko Ogbomo 2009
Miss Mosquito fancies herself to be, the fairest and most fortunate of all creation
She is delicate in frame, yet wherever she goes, she commands undivided attention
She has the most sonorous of voices, for whenever she sings, fervent clapping begins
She is skilled in her art, yet so soft in her touch, and treats great and small the same
She hails from a prestigious lineage indeed; her ancestral accomplishments are world-renown
Thousands of books, documentaries and even songs, celebrate the Mosquito family name
The rich and poor, the young and old, all have felt her unmistakable impact
She’s the talk of the town and it’s a well known fact that her favourite colour is RED!
A celebrity, no doubt Miss Mosquito is, but she knows not to believe all the press
She’s aware of her many enemies, green with envy they wish she was dead
So she tries to remain down to earth, often retreating to still waters and quiet halls
And she keeps away from the noisy crowds, preferring the company of one instead
After an all-day beauty sleep, she awakens at sunset, and carefully plans her night
So much to do and so little time, such a hassle for one is as diligent as she
But all work and no play will ruin Miss Mosquito’s day, and no one can play alone
So she must find herself a lucky man, yes, she’ll surprise him with a visit at home
Having groomed with utmost care, and dressed to kill, she’s off on her evening quest
No need to call in advance, experience has proved, she is always a welcome guest
The man may play hard to get, but he’ll doubtless lie still, feigning sleep while awaiting her piercing kiss
She will swiftly oblige, and if he is receptive, also present him her famously fatal gift
Of course she knows what’s next – the lucky devil abruptly ‘re-awakens’ shouting for joy
He’ll never say so, but He’s obviously pleased for he’s up on his feet, dancing around like a little boy
Mission accomplished, miss mosquito gracefully heads home, her sense of self-satisfaction unequalled
She’s absolutely certain her sweet songs and unforgettable kisses, will again be warmly welcomed!
_ _ _ _ _
Remember to Smile Wide, Laugh Hard, and Spread the Joy!
Lady InspiroLogos
Monday, May 4, 2009
Three Little Words
Copyright © Ifueko Ogbomo 2009
They're just three little words, seven English letters; one might easily dismiss them as insignificant
A hasty conclusion that would be, for they are perhaps of all words, the most significant
Though sometimes seeming brand new, they’re as ancient as speech and maybe even time itself
And there isn’t a language that has been or will be, that is without these three little words
These three little words when voiced, elicit an astoundingly diverse range of reactions
Anything from tears to tremors, scorn to surprise, from disgust to desire, envy to ecstasy
They can cause a blood-curling chill, or result in a spine-tingling thrill
Dependent upon the manner of the speaker, but more so on the perception of the hearer
Three little words, so few; but many are the contexts in which they are used:
The soccer-crazy husband glued to the TV says them to silence his nagging wife
And the gold-digging vixen craftily uses them to ensnare an unsuspecting millionaire
An obsessed, deranged killer might even say them remorsefully as he sobs over his dying victim
Indeed, many parents use them to soothe the sorrows of their freshly-spanked kids
Yes, they’re often heard, but more often misunderstood; often said, but more often silently left unsaid
These words can be scribbled, stamped, simply stated or even screamed, but they’re best softly spoken;
For then they are able to break the strongest of men, and mend the most broken of hearts
Many have tried and failed to comprehend how something three little words could be so powerful!
Uttered carelessly or consciously, irrespective of gender or age, we all say them now and then
Three little words that could mean entirely nothing, but could change absolutely everything
And from the one we hold most dear, they are the sweetest music to our ears
That wonder-working, life-changing, heart-warming phrase of three simple, little, magic words
- I Love You.
In Conclusion
Don't you think there's someone who you really need to say those three little words to right now? Call them. Send them a text. Maybe an email. Betterstill, say it in person. And don't wait another minute, because life can be unexpectedly short - make it good to the last drop!
Get inspired, Stay inspired, Go inspire!
- Lady InspiroLogos
They're just three little words, seven English letters; one might easily dismiss them as insignificant
A hasty conclusion that would be, for they are perhaps of all words, the most significant
Though sometimes seeming brand new, they’re as ancient as speech and maybe even time itself
And there isn’t a language that has been or will be, that is without these three little words
These three little words when voiced, elicit an astoundingly diverse range of reactions
Anything from tears to tremors, scorn to surprise, from disgust to desire, envy to ecstasy
They can cause a blood-curling chill, or result in a spine-tingling thrill
Dependent upon the manner of the speaker, but more so on the perception of the hearer
Three little words, so few; but many are the contexts in which they are used:
The soccer-crazy husband glued to the TV says them to silence his nagging wife
And the gold-digging vixen craftily uses them to ensnare an unsuspecting millionaire
An obsessed, deranged killer might even say them remorsefully as he sobs over his dying victim
Indeed, many parents use them to soothe the sorrows of their freshly-spanked kids
Yes, they’re often heard, but more often misunderstood; often said, but more often silently left unsaid
These words can be scribbled, stamped, simply stated or even screamed, but they’re best softly spoken;
For then they are able to break the strongest of men, and mend the most broken of hearts
Many have tried and failed to comprehend how something three little words could be so powerful!
Uttered carelessly or consciously, irrespective of gender or age, we all say them now and then
Three little words that could mean entirely nothing, but could change absolutely everything
And from the one we hold most dear, they are the sweetest music to our ears
That wonder-working, life-changing, heart-warming phrase of three simple, little, magic words
- I Love You.
In Conclusion
Don't you think there's someone who you really need to say those three little words to right now? Call them. Send them a text. Maybe an email. Betterstill, say it in person. And don't wait another minute, because life can be unexpectedly short - make it good to the last drop!
Get inspired, Stay inspired, Go inspire!
- Lady InspiroLogos
Sunday, May 3, 2009
What's the colour of Love?
Copyright © Ifueko Ogbomo 2008
What is the colour of love? Maybe Red?
A dozen red roses, perfectly scented, handpicked and delivered to your door,
Champagne on ice, served with juicy strawberries, who wouldn’t ask for more?
The lady in the fiery red dress - every curve accentuated;
You ask her name, she slowly leans over and whispers “call me Devon”
With perfect manicure, 6-inch heels and shimmering red lips to match,
you think to yourself, ‘man, I’ve died and gone to heaven!’
Salsa caliente! Two bodies moving as one, to the rhythm of the congas, and the beat of the drum!
Oh the Passion, you forget that you’ve only just met;
your hearts racing, as you break out in a sweat
What’s the colour of love? Some say, Flaming Hot RED!
What’s the colour of love? Perhaps Blue?
6-foot plus, a six-pack to match, funny and charming too
Cool, calm, and collected, and he’s got his eye on You
the perfect gentleman, opens doors for you, and says “I’m sorry” when he’s wrong
listens to every word you say, and girl, he even remembers your favorite song
with a smile so warm it melts your heart, and you know you can’t say No
to that voice, a beautiful baritone, saying “I just called to say hello”
you’re the envy of your friends, they say he’s too good to be true
It’s only been three dates, but in your heart you know, he’s the man for you!
What’s the colour of love? you might say simply true BLUE!
What’s the colour of love? Depends; what’s love to you?
I know a Love, one that is true, a love that’s gentle and so mild
It’s loyal and trusting, like the innocence of a child
It’s patient and kind, not known for pride, malice or greed
It’s pure in thought, in motive, in word and in deed
Selflessly putting others first, it seems somewhat maternal
But taking a closer look, you see it’s much more; called ‘Agape’ it’s eternal
What’s the colour of love? Some say Red, others Blue, there’s no need to fight
It’s obvious to me, ask any bride and she’ll say, the colour of love is WHITE! :-)
“But does love really have a colour?” you ask. Yes indeed! and I'll show you, but I need you to first answer me:
What’s the colour of a starving family, getting a hot meal from a stranger?
Of nakedness clothed in beauty, or being rescued from intense danger?
What’s the colour of complete guilt deserving of judgement, instead receiving mercy and abundant grace;
You’re dreading disdain, but receiving honour, you expect a cold shoulder, but get a warm embrace;
Tell me the colour of a man laying down his life for another
One that’s neither father, nor mother, not sister or brother
Tell me that, and then my friend, the colour of love I need not name
For THAT colour and Love’s hue are one and the same!
TRUE WORD:
There is no fear in love, but perfect love casts out fear, because fear involves torment.
But he who fears has not been made perfect in love.
In this is love, not that we loved God but that He loved us, and sent His son to be the atoning sacrifice for our sins. We love Him because He first loved us.
Beloved, if God so loved us, we also ought to love one another.
He who does not love, does not know God, for God is Love.
... 1 John 4:8,10,11,18,19
What is the colour of love? Maybe Red?
A dozen red roses, perfectly scented, handpicked and delivered to your door,
Champagne on ice, served with juicy strawberries, who wouldn’t ask for more?
The lady in the fiery red dress - every curve accentuated;
You ask her name, she slowly leans over and whispers “call me Devon”
With perfect manicure, 6-inch heels and shimmering red lips to match,
you think to yourself, ‘man, I’ve died and gone to heaven!’
Salsa caliente! Two bodies moving as one, to the rhythm of the congas, and the beat of the drum!
Oh the Passion, you forget that you’ve only just met;
your hearts racing, as you break out in a sweat
What’s the colour of love? Some say, Flaming Hot RED!
What’s the colour of love? Perhaps Blue?
6-foot plus, a six-pack to match, funny and charming too
Cool, calm, and collected, and he’s got his eye on You
the perfect gentleman, opens doors for you, and says “I’m sorry” when he’s wrong
listens to every word you say, and girl, he even remembers your favorite song
with a smile so warm it melts your heart, and you know you can’t say No
to that voice, a beautiful baritone, saying “I just called to say hello”
you’re the envy of your friends, they say he’s too good to be true
It’s only been three dates, but in your heart you know, he’s the man for you!
What’s the colour of love? you might say simply true BLUE!
What’s the colour of love? Depends; what’s love to you?
I know a Love, one that is true, a love that’s gentle and so mild
It’s loyal and trusting, like the innocence of a child
It’s patient and kind, not known for pride, malice or greed
It’s pure in thought, in motive, in word and in deed
Selflessly putting others first, it seems somewhat maternal
But taking a closer look, you see it’s much more; called ‘Agape’ it’s eternal
What’s the colour of love? Some say Red, others Blue, there’s no need to fight
It’s obvious to me, ask any bride and she’ll say, the colour of love is WHITE! :-)
“But does love really have a colour?” you ask. Yes indeed! and I'll show you, but I need you to first answer me:
What’s the colour of a starving family, getting a hot meal from a stranger?
Of nakedness clothed in beauty, or being rescued from intense danger?
What’s the colour of complete guilt deserving of judgement, instead receiving mercy and abundant grace;
You’re dreading disdain, but receiving honour, you expect a cold shoulder, but get a warm embrace;
Tell me the colour of a man laying down his life for another
One that’s neither father, nor mother, not sister or brother
Tell me that, and then my friend, the colour of love I need not name
For THAT colour and Love’s hue are one and the same!
TRUE WORD:
There is no fear in love, but perfect love casts out fear, because fear involves torment.
But he who fears has not been made perfect in love.
In this is love, not that we loved God but that He loved us, and sent His son to be the atoning sacrifice for our sins. We love Him because He first loved us.
Beloved, if God so loved us, we also ought to love one another.
He who does not love, does not know God, for God is Love.
... 1 John 4:8,10,11,18,19
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