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.
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
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
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.
There are a people whose frustrations flip flop into praise. Their tears become cascades of overflowing joy.
Their words once cutting and ice cold causing shivers down the spine, now like a warm bath, inviting and soothing.
Their lifestyles read like verses bearing witness to their Master, the Anointed Saviour.
They are more than conquerors through him who loves them, the Redeemer and Lord of the Armies of Heaven.
Onward they march triumphant, generals of the LORD’s army.Clad in armours of divine strength and gifted with the know how of the Master, they advance towards battlefields.
Victory is their battle cry, as they wave flags of redemption, freeing captives, disarming enemies and taking territories.
As He is so are they.
Speak to me Yah!
Your words that are refreshing,
transforming my heart into a well
Speak to me Yah!
Your words that are precious,
more precious than gold and
able to render the greatest honour.
Speak to me Yah!
Your words that are sweet,
sweeter than the honeycomb
giving a flavour of life like no other.
©️27-May2018 Deborah Nyamekye
Inspired by Psa.19:10