CRUCIFIXION TYPE OF LOVE.

My biggest prayer is to love her right
I want to…
Love her like Christ loved the church
Love her like her Father in Heaven
Loves Her Love her like the Holy Spirit loves her soul
And love her like she was created to be loved

But sometimes….
Sometimes my flesh tries to intimidate me with that kind of love
Its like my spirit cries out from the depths of this corrupted prison
With the voice of abel screaming that
I have not loved her to the extent Christ loves the church

Everytime I hug her I want my arms to be spread out on the cross
And I want to die to my childish ways
Everytime I look into her eyes
I want a crown of thorns to be placed on my head and surrender my thought life to her honor
I want the walks we take in the park
To be nails driven into my feet so that they will lead her with the authority of Moses

I want my side to be pierced every time we laugh together
so that ill always remember that she is my rib
Everytime I sleep and dream of her
I want my back to be beaten with a catonine tails
so that I’ll always carry her burdens for her
Everytime I’m not with her
I want to stand before pilate and stand true to my relationship with her
I want those who have seen me to have seen her in ME when we are apart

I want a love that will cause dead men to rise
When people gaze on us, they want to know who is this Christ that we speak of
Everytime she falls I want to take her in my arms like my cross and carry her up to calvary
I want men to mock me for not wanting to be like them
For not wanting to squander my love on various women
But to have the passion to pour out my love onto one soul for all of eternity

I want a love that was predestined before eternity
I want a love that was birthed in my mother’s womb
I want a love that is willing to give up this world for her
I want a love that is immaculate
I want a love that makes the angel’s wish they were in our shoes
I want a love that will make me pray to God and say
Who am I that YOU are mindful of me to bless me with her

I want a love that bleeds purity
I want a love that people will lie on us just to see us split apart
I want a love that will make me run away to a far village,
build a mansion for you with my bare hands
and send you love letters every day reminding you of me
letters that you can keep in a book and spend time reading them every day
I want a love that will make my spirit pray for you
I want a love that will make me walk on water
in the middle of the most dangerous storm for you

I want a love that my friends will betray me because of my affection for you
I want a love that after we’re gone,
that for centuries to come men will aim to follow in our legacy
Everytime I rise in the morning
I want it to be my cross being raised upright for you
To stand on the hill of my life and portray a beautiful sacrifice
I want to be placed into the tomb of your heart
The Tomb that your mother and father built
I want a love that will rise with all power over adversity
I want a love that people will flock to see if it is real

I want a love that shows my yearning for you
I want a love that even when we argue,
I still have a burning passion & desire to be with you
I want a love that heals
The kind of love that covers the wounds that were dug deep by the knives of infidelity and insecurity
I want a love that makes God get up and dance around his throne every time he sets his eyes on us

So with all of that said
Lord, give me the strength to love her like you love me
Like the way you didn’t consider being equal with the Father a thing to be grasped
But you came and gave up your throne for the filth of this world
And in love, you served In the same way
Let me serve her unconditionally infinitely
Let me MAN UP
And quit wasting time playing games
and pursue her like you pursue your church
Because you have chosen me to be entrusted with her heart
So let me cherish it like a jeweler cherishes a diamond
Let me examine it and find out every minute detail about her worth

I want to love her
like Abraham loved Sarah
Like Isaac loved Rebecca
Like Jacob loved Rachel
Like Boaz loved Ruth
Like Solomon loved his QueenSo into your hands I commit this relationship

Because I want to love her like you Love your church

I WANT a Crucifixion…type…love…

READY OR NOT by RHETORIC POETS, Ezekiel & Janette Ikz

ROOM FOR IMPROVEMENT

Talk is cheap and actions speak louder than words ... sometimes our good intentions are not enough, we need to commit to following through with the required action. This may come with some effort or at a cost to our comfort, ego, preference etc .. If our sincere motive is to be better then it's time for change ...... after all the biggest room in the world, is the room for improvement.

REST IN PEACE 'MADIBA'

Due to the recent passing of Freedom fighter and Conqueror Nelson Mandela, there have been a lot of talks and showcase about his struggle as well as South Africans. Before to me apartheid was a history lesson, something mentioned in perhaps our social studies books, but now hearing the story told over and over I understand it was the lives of people like you and me being stunted, gagged, choked, sat on, stepped on, spat on..... how dare someone who eats and (excuse me) s***s, like you make you feel inferior and worst of all on your own brown dusty earth, the soil of your own fathers... Apartheid was more than segregation it was evil from the very pits of darkness. Many fought and many took their stance but one man lead I guess that's why today we mourning, to give oneself and of ones self freely and willing but definitely not easily but to do it any way???? We can only hope or I can only hope, in fact I hopefully believe, that we have Mandelas in our generation (including my humble self), those who can deny self, in accordance to the will of God and for the love of one another to do what has to be done, to do right....

I just keep thinking of each life it must have affected or infected, the childhoods it maimed, the lover birds it shot down, the empire building minds it deny room to develop, the great minds of science and art that just couldn't...

We thank God for change, lets not mess it up now, but the right to be free dier, if our God on high has blessed us with such, dare no man, mortal being, homo sapiens take it away. (except rightfully within the confines of the law that governs us, lol)

So Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela, Rest in peace in the bosom of our Maker. AMEN.

I CRY

Sometimes when I'm alone
I Cry, 
Cause I am on my own.
The tears I cry are bitter and warm.
They flow with life but take no form
I Cry because my heart is torn.
I find it difficult to carry on. 
If I had an ear to confide in, 
I would cry among my treasured friend, 
but who do you know that stops that long, 
to help another carry on.
The world moves fast and it would rather pass by.
Then to stop and see what makes one cry, 
so painful and sad. 
And sometimes...
I Cry 
and no one cares about why. 

IF, In the Making

If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be the ONE!..."A MAN"

WHEN I BECAME A MAN

When I became a man
I put away childish things 
But before I became a man 
I didn't always fit the shoes of a King
I was a child trying to find his way 
The toys I played with kept my eyes occupied 
And left my eyes in a lustful boyish frenzy

Before I became a man 
I saw how God made Adam from dust
So likewise I tried to make love out of lust
I didn't know any better
I was taught by example 
“Let your mouth spit game, but never let your heart say much, ” 
I treated his daughter like a beauty pageant contestant..."sorry"
There seemed to be zero return on her investments
Proverbs 31 was never a criterion for my selection
Keep in mind this was before I became a man

Before I became a man 
I would unlock my curse and throw away the key
I allowed anger to set up a construction company inside
Bitterness never rested
It left no time wasted
Whether Father loved me or not
All I could regurgitate was hatred
I became allergic to showing any form of compassion

Before I became a man 
I was much shorter
Not just in height but in spiritual insight
Because I never had a picture
Nor did 'Universal Pictures' ever have a film 
Showing me what God’s man really looked like

But when I became man
Oh, When I became a man
I learned how to love Father God right back
Even though I’m good at falling short of the glory
I reflect on my story
Through my praise I’ll self publish a testimony

When I became a man 
I learned how to cry
Because I’m not ashamed of my tears
Since I became a man 
I’m not longer afraid of the dark
I’ll wrap my hands around James 5: 16
Confess, Pray, and Heal my Heart
I have discovered something 
That there are medicinal qualities 
Right down the corridor of introspection

When I became a man 
I learned how to love her
My Esther, My Ruth
I learned how to honor her like she was Jesus’ mother
Because one day she’ll be pregnant 
With the seed that will transport my legacy
So that my God and my name will both have longevity 
Even after they bury me

I could not love her before 
Because I was not able
My insecurities and my perfectionism had me 
Looking in on the next best player 
That was checking in at the scorer’s table
How could I possibly be her covering? 
When I was an umbrella with holes in it
But I learned to love her like I ought to
Because I want Him to be my Father and my Father-in-law
Since that’s his daughter

When I became a man 
I learned to love my brother
I’ll share my heart, my hug and my hallelujah
Because a hug and a hallelujah without my heart 
Leaves room for his spirit to respond with “I never knew you”
I became a man so that when he became a man 
He would know a man 
Who picked up the gospel and put the toys away

When I became a man 
                                                                                        Agbesi Courage Enam