An The Stones Tumbled

Easy to condemn,

Harder to forgive.

To ridicule others, effortless.

To praise, harder than meteorite. 

He who is without ought, He said,

the first stone to cast.

Alas, none the courage had,

to cast the stone first.

For none there be without fault.

Yet, they be fault finding!

At last all their stones tumbled,

humbled as their haughty bearers.

What a sight glorious when

all their stones tumbled,

their bearers humbled!

Thank you Sire, for lessons 

so apt, that my future assured.

No matter how filthy, how soiled.

A home for me to find in your

bossom so righteous; that I,

my dirty self, is made whole;

and made acceptable that no

haughty spirit can me torment!

Stones have tumbled indeed.
(Inspired by Jn. 8: 1-11)

© 4th January 2017. Adewale Adeniji.

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UNSEEN DUNAMIS!

  

At our family altar this morning, as I was sharing on “Supernatural Power To Create Wealth” this praise of the Holy Ghost welled up in me. Quickly penned down my poetry as I returned to our room. What is your praise of the Holy Spirit? Please do share! Enjoy mine. Bless up!
(1)

Fountain of all knowledge, Spring of all understanding.

You are God by standing

Holy Spirit Divine.

(2)

Who with you can compare?

Divine in understanding

Chief Executive of God’s will

You’re Matchless in power!

(3)

Worthy, Excellent teacher

Only one that’s Paraclete  

from age to age your works

In man’s life doth shew

(4)

Your works show your worth

My comfort, my helper

(Wo)Men stare and wonder

What mighty help you wroth

(5)

Love you to the bones

Ageless Father Of all lights 

No variableness, no shadow,

No turning! Holy Ghost myLord!
© 22nd April 2016. Adewale Adeniji.

Death, Swallowed In Victory!

  
Death, Swallowed in Victory!
My Lord, my God

What love, what sacrifice

You died for me to live

Made poor for my riches

Scorned and bruised that

Victory I may have

My Lord, my God

What love, what sacrifice!
The grave, though deep

Cannot hold down the king of glory!

Death where is thy sting?

Swallowed up on victory, you are

By my Lord, my God Divine!

Free at last, free at last!

I am free from all the

Vicissitudes of life!!!
Who rolled the boulder away?

Ministering servants, bold

Rolled the stone away

Empty, oh empty is the

Tomb of man. Free, very free

Is the author of life 

Swallowed up in victory is death

For me and you, visa to eternal life!
Come, all ye that thirst 

Drink freely become chargeless

From life and it’s issues sore

If you be dirty with sin, the blood 

Shed at Calvary’s cross cleanses white

As snow. Come, one, come all and imbibe

From this welling Fountain that cannot dry up

The sacrifice that conquered death calleth thee!
© 27th March 2016. Adewale Adeniji.

(To commemorate Easter 2016)

I CANNOT STOP LOVING YOU!!!

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I can’t stop loving you Lord!
You bring purpose to my life
Made me in your likeness, gave me all.
I can’t stop loving you Father!

I can’t stop loving you Lord!
Your sacrifice renewed my life
I can now face tomorrow with confidence, thank you.
I can’t stop loving you Jesus!

I can’t stop loving you Lord!
You bring melody to my life
Where would I be without you, my teacher?
I can’t stop loving you Paraclete!

I can’t stop loving you.
Many may stutter or stop
Me? It’s a ‘life sentence’ I relish
I can’t stop loving you joo! Fi le!!!

(C) Ade. Adeniji. 05/05/2014.

OH, FOR A THOUSAND TONGUES!!!

🎵Oh, for a thousand tongues to sing
My great Redeemer’s praise,
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of Hid grace!

My gracious Master and my God
Assist me to proclaim,
To spread through all the earth abroad
Thy honours of Thy name.

Jesus! the name that charms our fears
That bids our sorrows cease;
‘Tis music in the sinner’s ears,
‘Tis life, and health, and peace.

He breaks the power of cancelled sin
He sets the pris’ner free;
His blood can make the foulest clean
His blood availed for me.

Hear Him? Ye deaf, His praise, ye dumb,
Your loosened tongues employ(
Ye blind behold your Saviour come;
And leap, ye lame, for joy!🎵

Arabaribiti, I praise you; Aribitabata, I worship you!
Me? Who would have thought it!
But Your blood speaks, better than the blood of Abel!
Thank you Lord, Imela Papa!

🎵Imela, Imela; Okaka Onyekeruwa
Imela, imela;
Ese mmoo!🎵

Thank you, Lord for putting the devil to shame. Thank you, the glory and lifter up of my head!
I am grateful for all your mercies over my life. Thank for the beginning if the season of double portions! Thank you for grace to finish well. Thank you, Alagbawi aye mi. I will praise you my King and my God, now and for eternity.

Accept my heartfelt appreciation for your love, forbearance and mercies. E se Sir!

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QUINTAIN FOR MY LORD_His Kind Of Love.

Bright and morning star, my light
My Father, my God,
What love, what sacrifice!
Words, they fail me …

Ancient of days, my world
My Jesus, Saving Lord,
Your love, what a price!
Words, they fail me …

Wonderful Counselor, my comfort
Covenant Father, Holy God,
What love, oh what courage!
Words, they fail me …

Kings of kings, lord’s Lord to boot
Redeeming Father, lover of my soul,
Words, they fail me …
At your kind of love that raise me up!!!

Glory and lifter of my head
This love, so powerful, raises me
From clays miry … to mounts so high
Words I now have to say — THANK YOU LORD!

© Ade. Adeniji, October 2013.387084_10150987681783342_1720939922_n

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