Hi guys. How has your week been? Last week Wednesday, I told you I would get someone to write about the topic of forgiving yourself. It turns out Lisa Hammer from My Ecclesia family felt led to share some words with us and it was all about forgiving yourself. The way the Spirit works is AWESOME!!! Excitedly, I asked her if I could post the poem and she responded with a big YES! So you will read that next week.
Today, I have something from Abiodun Ogunnaike for you. He is a poet and fellow blogger who has shared about 2 products from his beautiful mind with us before. I recently met him when he came for Ten Days @Shiloh. Meeting him was such a delight.
‘We fall down and we get up’. Falling is not the problem; the problem is refusing to get back up. You will always need to get back up because God’s loving arms will always be wide open, ready to receive his beloved. Of course, as your walk with God becomes stronger, there will be a need to reduce the number of times you fall, but if you don’t rise now, your walk with God won’t get better. So darlings, carefully read Abbey’s words and let it speak to you like it spoke to me. Much love awesome readers. Much love!
ONLY IF THEY KNEW
Entangled in a mess
due to the stench oozing out
of my weaknesses, still I put
on my best fragrance,waving at
their adore of me even as I itch
with filth beneath garment,
only if they all knew.
Daily in bed i twist and turn,
my peace fails to return
I have quoted his holy words
prayed to his holy name,yet i
keep loosing sleep,it just slips
away from me as I reach,
right now I feel not so rich
the peace I lack,money can’t acquire.
What they see is a sage
that has come of age
walking among mere mortals
only if they knew am not perfect
at least not as picture perfect
as I appear, I too weep in despair.
We wrestle against powers,
principalities and dark forces,yes!
But my fight is more internal,
It’s a fight against sin of scandal
unknown to all that I know
It’s a fight with my ‘standards’
A score sheet that has only
recently made me feel like ‘shit’
It’s a fight to live above regrets
as nothing never seems to satisfy
My goals, this have failed to rectify
perhaps ‘success’ I must redefine.
Only if they knew that I
wither away with worry like
a plant without water, i wish to
drink from heaven’s fountain.
I won’t mind if it will rain
on me all of the peace have lost
to the feeling of blemish,
to feeling as though incompetent.
These with every passing time
brings me pain, feeling like I have
failed all those that matter
as I submit; nothing else matters.
But the love of my father said “No,
my redeeming blood still matters
enough to sanctify thy sanctuary”
Only if we all knew our soul
We can renew with the freedom
attached to forgiving ourselves.
Deducing I need to forgive myself,
for “if I don’t, who will?”
then will peace make me still.
P.S: It’s okay to have imperfections. That is why I believe you are allowed to forgive yourself of your short comings. There is absolutely nothing wrong in forgiving yourself. Peace!0