AN INFINITE GIFT

In this poem I try to expound on the importance of why Jesus Christ had to be born in this world, why did He live the way He lived and reasons why did He had to suffer the way he suffered and die an ignominious death. Read on.

Isaiah 9:6, 7:- “For to us a child is born, to us a child is given, and the government will be upon his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. Of the increase of his government and peace there will be no end. He will reign on David’s throne and over His Kingdom, establishing and upholding it with justice and righteousness from that time and forever. The zeal of the lord almighty will accomplish this.”

AN INFINITE GIFT

An infinite gift far beyond human imagination

Is this mysterious gift: the eternal incarnation

Also so mysterious is the idea of eternity

And the idea of Jesus taking our infirmity

For Jesus to die for all our transgressions

This is the most mysterious of divine lessons

How long is the mysterious length of eternity?

What is the count-ability of years of infinity?

The sum of our sins is also much of infinity

Abominations have degraded the face of humanity

Transgression of God’s law is like our daily life

Sinfulness of every nature is very rife

Yet Jesus in our infirmity; his life was holy

He obeyed God’s law and precepts wholly

By his death Jesus overcame the power of grave

By his death Jesus portrayed his infinite love

And gave us an infinite life of eternity

Thus we may live blissfully in perpetuity

Yet we must all partake the heavy Jesus’ cross

Due to christlikeness we can suffer terrible loss

To sacrifice your livelihood of the earthly bliss

The comforts of humanity you can really miss

In order to attain an infinite gift of eternal life

But you should just have to ask

And in itself is just a simple task

What did Jesus forfeit for my heavenly sake?

What manner of life did Jesus Christ forsake?

That through his undertaking of human infirmity

Our character may be transformed into divinity

Jesus suffered just like every other person

Jesus was persecuted for no apparent reason

Jesus was greatly ridiculed wherever he went

Jesus, like any human being, he also wept

Jesus was betrayed by his close associate

Yet all his earthly life was divinely immaculate

All human suffering; Jesus suffered the maximum

And his human association was the very minimum

But how did Jesus overcome all this?

How did he subdue every crisis?

John 5:39 “You diligently study the scriptures because you think that by them you posses eternal life, these are the scriptures that testify about me”.

2 Timothy 3:16 “All scripture is God breathed and useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting and training in righteousness”.

Jesus often said, “It is written, man does not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God”. Matthew 4:4

The conditions of obtaining life’s infinite gift

Through humble petitions your spirit you must uplift

The infinite gift should be sought with all your heart

Effort is true effort only when it begins to hurt

An infinite gift of life is a gift of great diligence

Its pursuit should be life’s every moment experience

Its pursuit should be just exceedingly prayerful

And to every God’s precept; be very faithful

Persevere in every persecution

Fear not any humiliation

Fear not if you be lonely

But counter all evil prayerfully

In full faith say, “in God I wholly trust

Even when conditions are their worst

I fear not even the physical death.

For in Jesus I do rest my faith”.

Oh! An infinite gift, a gift of gifts

A gift of eternal love

A gift of eternal bliss

A gift of perpetual peace

A gift of limitless divinity

An infinite gift is the gift of divine promise

A gift of eternal life in an eternal paradise

A gift of all best gifts

A gift of glory of eternity

A gift of boundless love

A gift of boundless might

A gift of Jehovah himself

Oh! How long are the blissful years of eternity?

What is the true measure of God’s divinity?

The answer is: THE INFINITE GIFT of Jesus Christ.

 


Courtesy of the Rising Sun

Angel of my Bliss

There is no better way than to shower the lady you love with sweet words and praise her from the bottom of your heart and soul with a wonderful romantic poem since she is the one that makes you complete and brings the joy of being in love in your life. The poem written below is a deep expression of love and praise for the lady who makes a man a  complete man. Enjoy

Angel of my Bliss

A future with you is nothing to miss

Oh! Dearest angel of my bliss

Love is the most wonderful feeling in the universe, take time to appreciate the ones you love.

My angelic darling, you surely came from heaven above

To overwhelm my whole life with sublime blissful love

Oh! My gorgeous girl, thou art the angel of my bliss

Oh! Girl of my dream, your sweet love is nothing to miss

Oh! My seraphic darling,

You are such a grand creature of the eternal almighty

Oh! My dear lady, you are blessed with enchanting beauty

Your superb fleshy glow like that of a ripe apple

Makes you such a unique beauty amongst all people

Oh! Angel of my bliss, you are the most beautiful

Oh! My radiant enchantress, your charms are so powerful

Your so charming countenance seems perpetually merry

Your eyes’ glamour is much like the heavenly stars glory

Oh! My seraphic sweetheart,

Your so mellifluous voice is the sweetest song

As if unto heavenly choir you should belong

Every time your sensual lips curves into a sweet smile

My tender heart stops beating for quiet a while

Hearing you laugh overwhelms my heart with bliss

Oh! My seraphic lady, your true love is nothing to miss

Oh! Angelic queen of my heart,

Your so artistic bosom surely is so much shapely

Your breasts stand over your chest so beautifully

How much I long to squeeze your chest in an embrace?

And consider myself the most blessed among human race?

Oh! Angel of my happiness,

Your so curvaceous hips are the most voluptuous

Your majestic walking style is in itself so marvelous

How I love the swing of your hips when you move

To ever see your gait is a thing I would really love

Caressing your voluptuous hips is my daily fantasy

While kissing your sensual lips which are so rosy

Oh! My seraphic lady,

Your homeliness penetrates so deep into my heart

In your absence, oh my angelic queen, I do feel so hurt

Your charm pierces my heart like a hot arrow

Being without you fills my heart with much sorrow

Oh! Angel of my eternal bliss,

Your beauty bound me into an everlasting spell

Together we shall either go to heaven or to hell

Oh! Angel of my bliss, with you I am so much in love

My Angel, You are my sole reason of being still alive

Like a goddess I have extended unto you my adoration

You have the whole of my tender heart’s admiration!

Oh! My angelic lady,

I beseech thee to fully be my eternal lover

Come and let us be besides each other forever

Come we share a sweet life long romance

And that will be my most Elysian experience

Together we really should live in a holy matrimony

Our nuptial bliss can be our everlasting harmony

A thing that completes your angelic beauty

Is your so sweet and never ending gaiety

Oh! Angel of my bliss,

My so strong adoration for you shall be everlasting

I know with you I shall ever have a wonderful feeling

My tender heart made you wholly my selection

To always shower you with eternal affection

Oh! Seraph of my bliss,

You will be my heart’s eternal angelic queen

Amongst all beautiful ladies on earth, you win.

Oh! Angel of my bliss,

Life was very lonely and dull

There was no charm

No thrill in it, then you came

It bloomed and now life is full of ecstasy and eternal joy

The island of my heart, is full of sublime

Bliss of your sweet love

Am now living in an Elysium of love

I love you so much, angel of my bliss.

Oh! Angel of my eternal love

I will be there for you forever

I will be your perpetual lover

I will never ever make you hurt

I will never ever make you hurt
You are forever the Queen of my Heart.

Courtesy of the Rising Sun

BEAUTIFUL MRS. AFRICA

Africa once used to be such a wonderful continent. But the white man came and alongside him the elements that contributed towards the loss of our once wonderful heritage. This poem explores some of the effects of Africa accepting to welcome foreign cultures. Enjoy.

BEAUTIFUL MRS. AFRICA

Oh! Mother Africa, mother of strong dark people

Oh! Africa, a land where life was once so simple

Hail, oh! Mrs. Africa the beautiful

The mother of cultures so colorful

Beautiful Mrs. Africa, behold her captivating eyes.

Africa, mother of beautiful strong buxomly women

Africa, mother of handsome strong muscular men

Africa, why did you divorce your heritage?

Africa, why should you live in bondage?

Africa, mother of beautiful strong buxomly women

Africa, your daughters once were the pride of men

Who taught your daughters to be as slim as snakes?

To be as slender as the eels of the great lakes

That the lightness of a cat is true beauty

Who taught your daughters to hawk chastity?

Africa, mother of handsome strong muscular men

Your sons once used to be the pride of heaven

Who taught your sons one wife is enough

And doing women’s chores is being tough?

Who taught your sons to speak through noses?

And to adorn themselves as garden roses

Mrs. Africa, why did you divorce your heritage

And chose to live in such a cruel bondage?

Africa, mother of strong dark buxomly women

Africa, mother of strong dark muscular men

Will your eel of daughters ever grow manhood?

Will your pigs of sons retain their warrior hood?

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OLD DOCTOR FOX

There are those people who are in very prestigious positions in the society e.g. doctors, politicians, leaders, etc. Some people misuse their title just to get money but do not care how they do their job or the outcome. But these same people are the ones who are quick to condemn other hardworking people of poor performance. They also do everything as to make those who are in their power to lead a miserable life e.g. exploitation, contempt etc. Such are the ones depicted in this little humorous poem. Read on.

OLD DOCTOR FOX

This doctor Fox was so many years old

Yet still had the handsomeness of gold

His maid-servant was a one beautiful mouse

Together they lived in a magnificent house

His house majestically stood on a high hill

And all his long life he never was ill

This very old doctor fox

Knew all of his country folks

He was a doctor for all the beasts and birds

He put on his specs and he used big words

He felt the pulse, and then he looked mighty wise

He pulled out his watch and he shut both his eyes

He grabbed his hat and he grabbed up his cane

Then “blam”, went the door, he was gone like a train

This very old doctor fox

Knew all of his country folks

One time a one mister lion fell very ill

In his lonely bed he weakly lay very still

Too much of young pig, too much of old pig

Too much of every animal which is so big

He was as near dead as so near being born

And he weakly lay seemingly so forlorn

This very old doctor fox

Knew all of his country folks

Mister lion he groaned, mister lion he growled

While Mrs. Lion and the children just howled

Old Doctor Fox took out his tool, Mr. Lion to lance

He pierced mister lion till it made him prance

Then he grabbed up his hat and grabbed up his cane

“Blam”, went the door, he was gone like a train

This very old doctor fox

Knew all of his country folks

But the very following day mister lion died

When they told doctor fox, he just scratched his head

“If persons get well or if persons get worse

Money got to come into old doctor fox’s purse,

Not for what folks do, but for what they know

Do the folks get paid” and fox laughed low

This very old doctor fox

Knew all of his country folks

Old doctor fox’s maid-servant the beautiful mouse

Was never out of doctor fox’s magnificent house

She always cooked very sweet food

Her job was always done very good

But to old doctor fox she was a servant and a wife

And in his house she lived a very bitter life

This very old doctor fox

Knew all of his country folks

Doctor Fox used to tell poor beautiful miss mouse

Who was never out of his magnificent house

“Folks get paid, for a job well done,

But you never did anything fine.”

But beautiful miss mouse could not go anywhere

Circumstance had forced her to remain there

This very old doctor fox

Knew all of his country folks

Courtesy of the Rising Sun

Living in Harmony

There are people who in this world do not believe in living in harmony. This is due to many differences that includes tribal, cultural, financial and much more. The story that is told in the poem below is to serve to teach us how to live in harmony with those who we believe are different from us and thus unworthy to live with us. It is very important to learn to live in harmony with everyone in the society.

Enjoy.

Living in Harmony

Mr. Dog, Mr. Cat and meek Mr. Mouse

Together they live in one small house

Their friendship is greater that the sun shine

And to them life on earth is just very fine

Much as they so much love their dear wives

They love helping each other in their lives

Mr. Dog’s wife is nursing three puppies

And recently she bought numerous nappies

For Mrs. Cat’s kittens she gave her ten

For Mrs. Mouse who gave birth so often

She gave her two score and eight

And teased her, “Stop sexing every night”

Mr. Mouse went into his account to withdraw some money

On his way home, he bought a barrel of honey

On reaching home, Mrs. Cat joyfully welcomed him

He asked,” is everybody really in the farm?”

Mrs. Cat answered, “Yes they are all planting rice”

Mr. Mouse commented, “Wow! That is very nice”

Then he subdivided his honey into three equal parts

For his family, for dogs’ and for the cats

One kitten once became very ill

And this caused much sorrow to all

Amongst themselves they passed the hat round

They really wanted miss kitten to be sound

They had her admitted in a private hospital

But her tropical fever got much fatal

She got much worse and she finally died

They all mourned and they bitterly cried.

Courtesy of the Rising Sun