Will Never Again Be Shamed

She made her way through the crowd,

Gathered around, to board the ship to Syria.

Looking out through the window, 

The past couple of years flew across her head,

The missing ship and a father, who was lost at sea,

A war ravaged land, the nasty relatives, a host of creditors,

Living like an Orphan from a young age, the song in her heart was totally dead.

The news had come out lately the prisoners of war were soon to be released,

“I am taking my chance, Oh God, 

I trust you to keep me safe and make me successful in what I undertake”, she prayed.

The prisoners were released one by one,

Her heart  skipped a beat ,each time a name was called.

"O please let him  be alive," she begged God from the inside.

To her astonishment the last name was that of her father's,

A gasp flew out of her mouth “Dad!" she found herself crying out,

There was an eerie silence as the captain turned to look at his daughter,

He stood electrified as the image of his dead wife stood in front of him in the form of his little girl,

Who was now a beautiful young woman who looked just like her mother.

With quick steps she ran towards him

“Dad! Yes child!, "He embraced his daughter tightly.

Looking intently at her,

He started reciting slowly from the word of God, CJB Joel 2:25-26

“I will restore to you the years that the locusts ate,

The grasshoppers, shearer-worms and cutter-worms,
my great army that I sent against you.
26 You will eat until you are satisfied
and will praise the name of Adonai your God,
who has done with you such wonders.
Then my people will never again be shamed. Holding his daughter’s hand, joyfully they made their journey home wards, Assured of getting back their days the locusts had eaten.

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The Dance of Zorah

  

Defeat could not hold them down,

Countless failings could not keep them from hanging on,

Hope swept through their souls each day,

Faith kept them plodding away,

“Wasteful cause, as your labor has so far been in vain.” people often taunted them.

 “If the vision is His, the timing is His too, we need to just hold on and wait,” they would explain.

 Life‘s troubles and pains kept them constantly on their toes,

They had no other choice but to cling to Adonai for all their woes,

Adonis answered them as he promised, 

For Adonis says, “I will spread shalom (Isaiah 66:12) CJB

Over her like a river,

And the wealth of nations

Like a flooding stream;

You will nurse and be carried in her arm

And cuddled in her lap.

Like someone comforted by his mother,

I will comfort you;

Sure enough, His abundance poured down on them.

Flooding their hearts with untold joy and thanksgiving.

They brought out their drums and tambourines,

And danced and danced and sang praises to His name!!

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Will Go Ahead of You

It’s begun. My journey, young Diana whispered shakily to herself.

Her fingers shook as she stared pensively into the cup of hot chocolate.

There was a strange chilliness in the morning air, the mysteries of the sea.

Lurking before her, beckoning her to come towards death trap like an evil witch.

Fear seems to envelop her. She shook herself to break its spell and said

“I am the master of this ship and I am the master of my soul,

I am going to take on this journey nothing can stop me not even the demons from hell.”

James the old porter, arrived just then holding some large journals in his hand

“The late captain, your father had asked me to give them to you when you about to take off on your own”, he said.

Anxiously she turned the yellow pages of her daddy’s journals.

"Your big day has come,"her father wrote,"there are some books you need to refer to and believe in with all your might.

The book of Adoni to hold on to with all your strength and memorize these verses in front of you as you start the jouney of life."

Isaiah 62:12 CJB

For Adonis will go ahead of you,
and the God of Israel will also be behind you.

Isaiah 42:16 the blind I will lead on a road they don’t know,
on roads they don’t know I will lead them;
I will turn darkness to light before them,
an.d straighten their twisted paths.

These are things I will do without fail.

"The other books are my journals," he continued to tell.

"Follow them as a road map for your life on the high seas of life.

Never be afraid. You have a God who will go ahead of you

And your earthly fathers journals to tell you what he did do on all the issues which will confront you too."

The tears rolled from her eyes and splashed onto the books

With courage flowing in strength renewed,

She blew her captain‘s horn and shouted out to the crew on deck,

"Ahoy boys get on board!The journey has begun.

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Do something new

Every night for the past year and a half,

Elizabeth whispered the same prayer to her God each night,

“Do something new in my life, O God,” she cried.

Shut in by herself in a little house by the hillside

Trying her best to reconcile herself to a world without John her beloved,

Who died two years ago after being terminally sick for over a decade.

Their house was so empty, her life felt so dead.

“O God she often thought, how am I going to live through each day,in the years ahead?

Her work kept her busy O but her heart was so empty,

Memories hurt, loneliness killed,

But she had to pull on there was no other way.

“Elizabeth,” pastor said, when her met her in church that day.

“We have all been praying for you,

And we believe this is what Adonai wants you to do.

There is an assignment for a missionary school in West Africa

If you say yes, everything will be arranged for you,

But you will have to leave early tomorrow.” he said.

Elizabeth nodded a yes, with tears flowing down her face.

Whatever said and done it was hard to leave the only life she knew.

She then recollected those words from her morning prayer which seemed like a confirmation.

“Stop dwelling on past events
and brooding over times gone by; 
 I am doing something new; 
it’s springing up — can’t you see it?
I am making a road in the desert, 
rivers in the wasteland. Isaiah 43:18-19 CJB

 “I trust you God”, she whispered over and over again,

As her journey began and she reached her destination.

Knees knocking, heart pounding she made her way.

Towards the large burly dark man who met her at the airport that day.

And they drove miles and miles in the hot desert land,

They reached an old dilapidated school by the river bank.

A sea of little orphans burst through the door

And threw themselves at her in ones, two and fours,

“Our mother has come they yelled in joy!”

To be called a mother a word which sounded so strange to her

But oh it sounded so sweet to her tired ears.

“Thank you Adonai, she whispered to her God.

As she hugged the little ones back,

For doing something new and giving me new lease of life!

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All My Mountains Into Roads

Isabelle looked about her

“Oh!   Yet another mountain”, she cried

“Why is that when I set out to do anything?

There is always a mountain standing large in front of me.”

“Yes child,” Grandfather answered her “It’s always the mountain within which needs conquering first.

You need faith child, believe Adonai for his words,

That he will turn all our mountains into roads. Isaiah 49:11-12 CJB.”

“There is a saying which says mountains cannot be surmounted except by winding paths.

 We need to find the path. “He continued.

“Look, “Isabelle cried, “Tonight our soldiers are expected to return from the sea.

Somebody needs to put the light on at the light house it’s got to me.”

“It’s too dangerous, Grandfather said, the rocks there are too steep,

But Isabella did not listen on her way she went,

She reached by dusk and pushed the door,

The next thing she knew she was on the floor.

An iron beam from the ceiling had come out loose

And struck her head and across the eyes the metal flew.

Blinded with pain and with her vision impaired,

She felt darkness around her and she screamed in despair.

Her dreams, her future seem to fade away into the black night as she turned to.

 Adononai, and cried with all her might.

"Help me; find the way, to make it to the top,

 The men out at sea are depending on me.”, she sobbed.

By the light from the light house .The men reached safely.

Isabelle the girl was nowhere to be seen.

The young soldier Joshua, pale like a ghost, ran like the wind

With his heart beating wildly prayed from within.

"Lord please save her, the thought of losing her makes me realize how much I love her".

He found the unconscious girl and brought her down.

Temperature, bandanges and a swollen head,

It took her a week to see again.

Grateful and thankful to the almighty

 “She smiled happily to see them all again.

Not only did you conquer a mountain, “Grandfather whispered into her ear. “One of  your dream is coming true, did you know!”

“Joshua the young soldier whom you always loved from before just announced to all of us that he wants to marry you.”

The young girl blushed and looked to the sky and said these words to Adonai.

“Not only did you save me and help me cross my  mountain but you have given him to me whose bride I always wanted to be”.
"Thank you Adonai!". 

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Dont Be Afraid

It was the beginning of the year

A lot to think and plan.

Mediating on God’s word,

The same words kept propping up for Peter again and again.

Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid.

So true, Peter thought, how I can move forward without

Clearing all the debris from my head.

Fears, negativity, pessimism and lack of confidence

Are building dungeons in my mind.

Some of my works lie dead, Like bones on the desert ground.

How can I put my hand on the plough?

When I think of all that I had invested and lost time and time again...

“Peter,” his uncle, the Rabi came in just then and said.

God had given me a word for you

Turn your bible to 37:12-14 CJB

 ¹² Therefore prophesy; say to them that Adonai Elohim says, ‘My people! I will open your graves and make you get up out of your graves, and I will bring you into the land of Isra’el. ¹³ Then you will know that I am Adonai — when I have opened your graves and made you get up out of your graves, my people! ¹⁴ I will put my Spirit in you; and you will be alive.

Don’t you think the God who gives life to dead bones cant He breathe life into your dead dreams again?

True, Peter nodded .“God is not done with you, yet, Peter”

See what he has promised for this year in the book of   Haggai 2:5-9 CJB

  ⁴ Nevertheless, Z’rubavel, take courage now,” says Adonai; “and take courage, Y’hoshua the son of Y’hotzadak, the cohen hagadol; and take courage, all you people of the land,” says Adonai; “and get to work! For I am with you,” says Adonai-Tzva’ot. ⁵ “This is in keeping with the word that I promised in a covenant with you when you came out of Egypt, and my Spirit remains with you, so don’t be afraid!” ⁶ For this is what Adonai-Tzva’ot says: “It won’t be long before one more time I will shake the heavens and the earth, the sea and the dry land; ⁷ and I will shake all the nations, so that the treasures of all the nations will flow in; and I will fill this house with glory,” says Adonai-Tzva’ot. ⁸ “The silver is mine, and the gold is mine,” says Adonai-Tzva’ot.⁹ “The glory of this new house will surpass that of the old,” says Adonai-Tzva’ot, “and in this place I will grant shalom,” says Adonai-Tzva’ot.’”

Peter smiled, Uncle said

“Get to work son, and start ploughing, God is with you.

“Thank you dear God,” Peter replied,” I am no longer afraid to try once again.”

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Remember Who You Are

He buried his head in  between his legs,

The voices within him continue to yell,

Remember who you are, remember you’re my son.

Go back; go back to where you belong.

“How can I, God, he said out loud, and almost let out a sob.

I have been a junkie so long,

And who would want me back after the life I have led”,

He got up and walked about restlessly,

Desperately hoping to get a respite from the sounds in his head.

The paths seemed strangely familiar,

He walked down the driveway of a home,

Which resembled the one he grew up in,

He rang the bell,

Hoping to get one peek back into the memories which haunted him,

Like a shadow every moment he was awake.

A lady answered the bell,

She let the key drop which she was holding,

“Tim! She gasped, with trembling lips and ash white face,

Mum! He answered, holding her tight,

In between the tears, she whispered, “You remembered”,

He nodded, “God made me, by pounding my head”,

He made me, come home again!

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