Category: Poetry

In This Season

In this season of festivity,

where shopping is in abundance,

let love spill and share with those in lack and deemed irrelevant.

In this season of nativity,

where carol singing is in abundance,

let minds be still and focus on Christ as Saviour, the reason for this season of Joyance.

The Angel Gabriel said of Mary to Joseph “She will bear a Son; and you shall call His name Jesus, for He will save His people from their sins.” (Matt.1:21)

©23-12-17 DENyamekye

Ode to the Holy Spirit

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Come Holy Spirit, walk with me and talk to me.

Where you are there is liberty because you are the strong Arm that guides and protects me.

In your presence I am released from bondage and the armies of hell cannot prevail
against me, nor can the hordes of Satan arise and oppress me.

Come Holy Spirit, walk with me and talk to me.

You show me how and what to pray and as swords of deliverance are the songs of
worship you put in my mouth.

Where you are, there is liberty because you empower me, not just to live for Christ but to be like him in thought, word and deed.

“…The LORD is Spirit and where the Spirit of the LORD is there is Liberty” (2 Corinth. 3:17)

Other Scriptural inspirations: 2 Corinthians 3:18, Gal 5:22 Gal 4:19

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You Are All that Matters

What is life worth
if I focus on trivial factors and concern myself with mere structures
but ignore that You are all that matters?

What will I become if I am conformed to the dictates of this world and
I am intimate with evil doers but ignore that You are all that matters?

You are the engine that sustains me along destiny path,
the lifeboat that keeps me afloat, the air that I breath and the ever-flowing
fountain that quenches my thirst.

Indeed You, Yahweh are all that matters.

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I See Your Face

I see your face ablaze through the darkened window pane of my heart,
full of sorrow and pain.
I see your face aglow emitting rays of hope as I walk on life’s shaky tightrope.

In life’s next phase, you will be there I know,
your face ablaze and aglow as yesterday, today and always.

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A New Day

Woman-Contemplating-On-Mountain

At this mountain top, never do I cease to see your face glistening as the sun.

In past times, I must admit I did the sprint so that far from you I run.

In present times, my once static frown has morphed into a smile of one having so much fun.

Pray, keep me anointed as I upscale greater heights to fulfil my mandate through the Son of Man.

©️July2018 DENyamekye

Cycle of the Beloved’s life

Beloved of God, the cycle of abuse, cycle of offence are cycles to refuse.

The cycle of restraint, cycle of defeat are cycles to resist.

For he who saved you, Yeshua your Lord has planned for you peaks and troughs for victorious outcomes to the glory of God.

Up times are times to praise God with hands raised and doing His bidding, with hearts grateful and testifying.

Down times are not times to rot but to access what you’ve got and to thank God, He has saved and blessed you who was once lost.

The cycle of peace, cycle of hope, are cycles of God to embrace. The cycle of sanctification, cycle of breakthrough, are cycles of God’s restoration.

Beloved of God, in the cycles of life “God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose for them.”(Romans 8:28).

©️Deborah E. Nyamekye 24/05/2016

Waterfall of Blessings

Waterfall of Blessings

Cascading down is a mighty
waterfall, an avalanche of
blessings whose time has come.

A ripple effect is forming
crushing into binding fortes of
deception, chaos and
depression, it shows no
mercy breaking prison walls
and foundations.

It’s power is for the
rebuilding of ruins,
restoration of destinies
and releasing of
righteousness, peace
and joy in it’s advancing.

It’s your time of visitation for
a blessed outpouring.

©Deborah E Nyamekye 25/05/2016

Background:
This prophetic poem was borne out of what happened on Wed (25th May 2016), in the morning on my way to work I had a vision of a waterfall and I had this sense that it represents a gushing down of blessings from God the Father. About two hours later a Sister in Christ sent me this picture of a waterfall via messenger, after work I felt inspired to write this poem.
It is a word that is not for me alone, this is a season when the floodgates of heaven are open for a mighty outpouring of what multitudes have been seeking the LORD for. Partner with Him in obedience and faithfulness to see His will/promises come to pass.