Day: January 23, 2017

Rise of A “Love-Truth Tramps Hate-Lies” Revolution

While there is a revolution in the land, with people strongly pointing out injustices and being a voice for social equality and justice as never before, so too this is happening in the church. The violence attached to protests in the land is because of anger due to certain events and the fear of the unknown, uncertainty and mistrust. 

In the church there is also a revolution underway by those I feel compelled to call the remnants, the no nonsense pursuers of God, overcomers from their personal tribulations (of the Rev 7:9 type), and as written towards the end of this poem the “triumphant warriors”. These God ordained warriors/remnants are not physically violent unto destruction, but as end time John the Baptist, they are spiritually violent in terms of their building of the Kingdom of God that suffers violence (persecution, affront of the enemy etc…) by way of intercessory prayer, spiritual warfare, vocal expression and strong stand against social inequality and injustices.

Prophetic Word Poem: 

Rise of A “Love-Truth Tramps Hate-Lies” Revolution 
Liars sing to the tune of a shrieking lyre, a deceptive song, claiming to be in the light as leaders, peacemakers, church workers and members of notable fraternities.
They abide in darkness ’cause of hate for their brother of a different mother and father, from a different land altogether, a place much further. 
Delusional and encaged in hollow rage they live in twilight and are sick in their minds ’cause of the deceiver’s dynamite.
They dwell in ancient chambers with hellish ideas of who is who, delighting in the master and slave relational status quo.
The window blinds to their hearts are down. Blind, they think they can see, a walking dead living on dead end street. 
Embossed on their hearts as a badge of honour is hate for another race, one of a foreign land or religion and are chocked with unforgiveness towards their neighbours.
They drown in the sea of hate, spouting venom in divisive hood, beating the drum of falsehood, scheming a race and social war in many a neighbourhood.
Triumphant Warriors are on the rise; some on bended knees, others in action so the world can see, as they fight for God’s love and unity to be man’s keen priority.
Forever destroyers of satanic agendas and judgements, the heavenly regiment sound the Most High’s gong with this redemptive truth in their song:
“Forgive and you shall be forgiven by the Father. Love God and one another, regardless of skin colour, race, social status and one’s gender”.

©Deborah E.Nyamekye 12/11/2016

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Poems in Honour of ex-President of the USA, Barack Obama


I believe by revelation, ex- US President Barack Obama and his family personified a message of God to the world: God is no respecter of persons. We are each able and capable of attaining any goal we aspire to whatever race, nationality, religion or cultural background we have. 

We however have a choice (man was created with freewill right?) even in this: will the God of our Lord Jesus Christ, self or Satan be our master as we pursue those goals? 
My honour to the Obamas through these poems is focused on the fact that he exercised inner strength from God as a black man and he worked hard to the best of his ability even in the face of strong opposition. These are qualities that multitudes can emulate. As to the reality and depth of his heart condition before God in his journey… that is between him and God. 
I. Farewell Barack Obama, POTUS
A people from all walks of life were inspired by you, in both terms Mr. Former President.
Your hard work we will remember, seen in how you beat recession senseless that it bowed away before your departure.

You and Michelle wore your cloaks of amiability and family values well. Embraced all you did, regardless of race and social place.
When you aspired and uttered the slogan “Yes we can” many were inspired to arise and “Yes I can” became forever the beat of their inner organ.

©20th Jan2017 Deborah E.Nyamekye

(POTUS – President of the United States)

II. “Yes We Can” POTUS, Thank You!

“Yes We Can” POTUS, before you came there were those who laughed at the thought that a man of your race will one day be resident in the seat of the president. 
A seat that appeared reserved by matter of fact and stats only for some, it seemed with the right to govern at the drop of a hat. 

“Yes We Can” POTUS, when you aspired for that status, skin colour and the status-quo were not barriers that said “No, I can’t go”.

In fact you are a role model for any race and social class to say “by hook or by crook I can and will go!”

Muting the mockery that used to be like the daily clanging of crockery and tuning up my voice with many, I say 

“thank you, “Yes We Can” POTUS, for now I believe I can go to where no one like me treads.

I will advance in the midst of storms to that special place that’s mine.”

Yes I can and I will, today, tomorrow and always. Just watch me go!

©20thJan 2017 Deborah E. Nyamekye