This is for the lovers, the pursuers, the hungry souls, the hearts longing, for Him that is worth laying down everything for:

“My heart overflows with a good theme; I recite my composition concerning the King. My tongue is the pen of a ready writer. You are fairer than the sons of men; Grace is poured upon your lips.”

This is for them that find pleasure in gazing upon the beauty of Him that is the bridegroom:

“His eyes like a flame of fire, on His head many crowns.”

This is for those who know Him as the lamb that was slain , yet victorious over death; the lion of the tribe of Judah:

“Gird your sword upon your thigh O Mighty one, with your glory and your majesty. And in your majesty ride prosperously because of truth, humility and righteousness.”

This is for those who recognize Him as altogether lovely, meek and lowly yet holding the reins of all power and authority in heaven and on earth. Their true satisfaction, the joy of their salvation, in whom all things hold together:

“He is the brightness of the Father’s glory, the express image of His person.”

“He is the living bread, with Him is the fountain of life, in His light we see light, the Bright and Morning star.”

This is for them that know Him as the desire of all nations, the one who was, who is and will always be the center, the one worth running to:

“And the Spirit and the bride say ‘come’

And let him who hears say ‘come’

And let him who thirsts ‘come’

And whoever desires, let him take of the water of life freely.”

This is for them that have raw love for the Son, lovers of Jesus.



Indulge the words

I love words, I really do. I consider them to be my building material, my legal tender facilitating life’s transactions. I am not surprised then that I fell in love from a tender age with books, music and creative spoken word.

Numbers don’t move me, in fact they have a way of fazing me. Ask why back in the day there would be assertive As in my language test papers and confounding Cs in mathematics? You see, number seven is just that, seven. It cannot be thirteen nor can it be four. But the word lovely cannot be just lovely. It is also spot-on, amazing, just right, perfect and the list can go on and on.

Yet besides this intrigue for the command of attention, the creativity, the wit, the humor, deep emotions and the charge that words convey and birth, I connect to them because they open our eyes to see. Truth is seen, so are lies, fibs, tales and fables. It takes the eyes to know which is which. Wisdom is seen but so is foolishness, vain-ness, shallowness and superficiality. The eyes must speak! Which is which? Love is seen so is hate, dislike, rejection and disdain. The eyes must show us.

We have to see, whether with the eyes on our face or with those in our heart. When we see, we feel, we think, we act. Words pull the trigger on the gun that fires our sight. They open us up to the process of living.

Stories are life, music is life, poetry is life and today I share an eye-opening piece of spoken word from a stumbled upon author and poet now turned a favorite. Indulge! It is thriven and thro, it is on fleek, it is ace!