A PASSION FOR CHRIST AT CINEMA

A PASSION FOR CHRIST AT CINEMA

(I had fun with this one!! wrote it in September. We all love the movies yeah?!! lol)

Lets me take you to the movies,

And show you what’s now showing.

Better yet,

Let’s glory in our Christian faith that’s now growing.

For, from the moment of my re-Inception,

Yaani, my recreation,

God’s intention was that I Step Up- 3D,

Step up to eternity,

Call it the never ending story,

Just think Jumanjee.

For though we were useless and Expendable,

Like blades of grass,

God chose and took us as if we were valuable;

As if we were the very last of a dying race, breed,

Indeed; yes you – Airbender!

That’s why Christ the Father sent ya.

You sowed love,

And all I did was shove,

Your love aside.

Call me Quinton Aaron- I was on the Blindside.

And rather than be faithful to You,

I chose The Other Guys-

Lust, greed, gluttony and telling lies.

From one form of darkness to another,

My life a Twilight Saga,

A spiral down the drain,

A mockery of Christ enslained,

And every time I wilfully sin,

It’s a jab to Your face,

And a kick to Your shin,

Spot this Karate Kid.

Yet you care for me,

From dawn to dusk,

Love me Knight and Day.

You send your A-team,

35 ft Cherubim,

To watch me as I dream,

Protect me as I pray.

Hey:

And You are more than Shrek for You are faithful 4ever after,

Even after,

My past of rebellious chapters;

When I wanted to live life up,

Claiming I was all Grown Up,

And ready to rumble,

Drink, stagger and stumble,

Till I forgot myself – amnesia.

Yet, what a pitiful existence,

By my own insistence,

For You considered me royalty,

Like The Prince Of Persia,

And all You want to be,

Is my King, unrestricted by The Sands Of Time.

SSSSSSSHHHHHH!!!!

(So recently I had the honour of saying this piece at "the Notebook - The Greatest Gift under the stars")

SSSSSSHHHHH!!

Sometimes Oh Lord,

All I need is a quiet moment with You,

To quieten my mind,

To quit thinking bout me and mine,

To concentrate on You and Yours,

For beyond myself and my selfish desires,

Lies a longing to live to love the purposes

For which Christ left the Heavens.

This is one such quiet moment.

I sinned once again and I’m to blame,

Embarrassed and filled with shame,

I can’t even look into my Saviour’s face.

Like a campaign poster that’s been defaced,

I just wanna hide my face,

And attempt to save face,

Forget the disgrace,

Of being open to sin like a shoe with no lace.

But the shame I can’t chase,

For I know this wasn’t and won’t be the last case,

Brought up by my faceless accuser,

As he calls me a looser.

For there is a note I was given,

Into my hand it was delivered,

The message on it,

Crushed my heart and destroyed my liver,

Well I’ll be damned!!

The tears in my heart well dammed.

The message one word and underlined for effect-

REJECT!

A man with such defect!

Not one of the elect!

Not worthy to select!

And the note, what of it?

I stuffed it into my back pocket.

Now every so often,

I fish into my back pocket for it,

And re-read “REJECT!”

And the pain if re-succeeds to re-inflict!

It hurts!

And I truly and utterly

Hate the fact I hurt.

How I wish I could switch it all off,

And leave it all off.

But being that I can’t shut it off,

I have often resolved to seek to stash it in the cellar of my mind.

Away from all active places,

Lest it be brought to the forefront of my thought!

Like dust kicked up,

From a pile of rags picked up,

Causing me to cough, shake and convulse from the chest up!

This is truly foolish,

I’m fed up!

Can’t lift myself up

And over this dark cloud.

It’s impossible for I like raising the dead up.

And maybe that’s the point...

That when it only makes sense to give up,

Then the Perfect One lifts up,

Like an elevator when time’s tough.

Thus though I truly and utterly,

Hate the fact I hurt,

I'm happy to have Him,

Who holds and cradles my heart.

For how insignificant I am!

How thoroughly useless is man,

In comparison to our God.

For he stretches out time like a rubber band,

And blows up the universe like Big G bubble gum.

For by His breath it was inflated.

All this is too much to bear,

My mind is too little to stare,

Into Him.

Life’s glory had my ego inflated,

But creation’s reality had me promptly deflated,

Promptly cut down to size,

And I cannot deny,

That I am an object of insignificance...

But he treats me as significant.

Thus Lord I’m working on trusting Your timing,

So that rather than sitting and sulking and whining,

I praise You in days You work till the perfect timing.

Even in times when,

I seem to be marking time,

1 second... 2 seconds... 3 seconds... mine,

I trust the time You see with Your divine eye,

Perceiving past, present and future in line,

Blessing without stressing and withholding no fly thing,

I'm subject to Your goodness and love,

I'm subject to You my King.

*WITHOUT TITLE*

(So i was going through some 'junk' papers in an attempt to clean my stash of past papers and CATs, and stumbled on a 'gem' amidst the trash!!

The following was written in 2009 by my baby sister...she's now 10. Punctuation and spellings are exactly as it is on the paper.)

I may look perfect, and are so cool,
Failing or passing which one is my rule?
You may not understand anything you see,
Someone's in everyone and also in me.
So come on... come on,
I'm sure you want a better life.

God is the best thing i can ever get,
Knowing that i will never have to regret,
He never let me down,
I was never on the ground,
So what's the worry,
If He is in such a hurry,
Saving is what is laying in Christ,
Hatred?
Ya right, in your dreams, y'all!!!

*insert picture of a teddy bear here*

Lovin' is in our blood. HALA!!

LOVE IS INCONVENIENT!!!

(Allow me to make a bold statement here...)

LOVE IS INCONVENIENT!!!

If it was up to me,

See,

I would have let go,

A long time ago.

Because never before,

Have I experienced anything so...

Out of my way,

So... inconvenient,

So... exhausting,

With the longing,

And the patience,

When defiance,

Would be a much better approach,

A better way to handle,

The tears,

And the pain.

I’d rather claim,

Irreconcilable emotional differences,

And Usain Bolt,

Straight out the door,

And ignore all;

Than to continue,

On this path‐

With its fears,

And nothing to hold onto,

But a dream...

And a promise...

And a fond memory,

Of what the grand picture is meant to be.

A beautiful blue sky,

Was the theme;

A cloudy moonless night,

Is what we were dealt.

And even as I fight not to let this,

Overwhelm my senses,

I have often thought this “LOVE” thing senseless,

And gross in its entirety!

That’s why I thank God,

That the salvation of humanity,

Rested on another,

And not me.

For love is inconvenient,

And must be unconditional,

Or it isn’t love at all.

FATIGUE

(JE, UMECHOKA? I think every one of us has seen today’s daily newspapers‐ namely Daily
Nation 31/06/2010 ‐ calmly informing us that the MPs have ever so casually increased their salaries by more than 300,000 /= per month backdated to May 2008 ‐ that’s 24 MONTHS ago!! Don’t resign yourself to accepting this as normal!! IT ISN’T!!)

FATIGUE

TO: THIEVES IN PARLIAMENT

RE: FATIGUE!!

Officially,
I’ve had enough,
I need to leave,
For all grace to remain has run out.
Personally,
I couldn’t handle,
Yet another mantle,
For you to step up on and look down at me.
Nimechoka,
Na hiyo si siri!!
Kweli,
I can no longer stomach
The nonsense that you’re dishing out,
Dishing out in large enough loads,
To horizontally turn over,
The wall of my patience.
Such decadence,
Will no longer fly with me.
For all this while,
I have chosen to ignore,
All that you have done,
And now my body is sore.
Imetosha!
Move over!!
This scene is under new management,
And to a large extent,
I intend,
To route you out.

Why the surprised expression,
That streaks your countenance?
You weren’t expecting,
That the day would come,
When your time would be done,
And you would be evicted,
With such speed and efficiency,
As tissue flushed down the toilet,
A building brought down by dynamite?

For you observed me with such spite,
Called me lazy and dull,
Good‐for‐nothing to be blunt,
Except to submit,
To your whim as you lay it!!
But no more!
For you have fed off the store,
Of my good graces.

I'm done!
Taking in your words,
For breakfast, lunch and supper,
Like I like it,
Like I like the fact it makes me vomit!!
Well today marks the end
Of your dynasty over me.
Today I'm breaking free!!
You beat me down,
For eleven rounds,
But I choose to beat you NOW,
And that’s all that matters!!

PRAISE ON MY LIPS

(The following piece was written as 2 different pieces. Part 2 was written before part 1, but it all flows seamlessly into one)

PRAISE ON MY LIPS

The plans of a man are many,
But God’s plan is one.
And though logically,
The odds are stacked against it,
It is God’s plan that succeeds.
So what is man’s role in all this?
Man’s role is to submit!
Don’t get me wrong,
I do not advocate for man to be CARELESS or CAREFREE,
I admonish man to FEAR LESS and LIVE FREE,
In the knowledge that God cares for His children,
And by far He wouldn’t,
Gift His kids with serpents instead of fish,
Nor supplement bread with bricks!
No tricks!!
God isn’t selfish!
He has a wonderful plan for men’s lives,
He doesn’t crush our dreams,
Or send our hopes into a nosedive.
He strives,
To bring out the best in man,
To build him up for what he’s worth.
And what a man is worth,
Is the life of God’s Son.
Now such a demonstration of extravagance,
Would be inconsistent if God’s aim was to bring harm to us.
And so...
I stand absolutely in awe,
Of a saviour who loves me with His all.
A King so magnificent,
Commanding the army of heavenly hosts.
Who came as a babe so innocent,
A manger for a throne to boast.
Thus a song of praise,
I raise,
To my Saviour and my King,
I bring,
My will, my soul, my mind.
I surrender these to Him,
For they are no longer mine.
Even then,
Who can fully comprehend,
This love our God had to give?
That He who bears the universe in His hand,
Would die that I might live?
For by His death He did forgive,
My every inequity,
Past, present and those to be.
With full knowledge of the magnitude,
Of my dissension,
And ill attitude,
He saved me long before I recognized His salvation.
And NOTHING COULD EVER COME CLOSE,
TO A FRIEND WHO’D DIE FOR HIS FOES!!