Tag: poem

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

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.

Speak to me Yah!

Speak to me Yah!

Your words that are refreshing,

transforming my heart into a well

watered garden.

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

The Bride’s Song – My Beloved & I


The Bride’s Song – My Beloved & I

“I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine”
His only begotten Son He sent to prove His love for me.
A Son so compassionate, he took my place on a tree,
With nail pierced limbs and blood drenched scars,
He gave up the ghost.
I was with him in betrayal, mockery and shame.
One with him in the grave, released by his power
free to escape on his train.
I am with him in liberty.
One with him in glory,
with the keys of heaven and earth,
forever to conquer and reign.
Free from shackles of sin,
with a signet ring betrothed to my redeemer groom,
forever to sing:
“I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine”

(The Gospels, Is.53, Song of Songs 6:3)
©Deborah Nyamekye Oct.2015



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My Restorer, Giver of Fortitude

My Restorer, giver of fortitude, to you I sing this song of gratitude
As an object I was discarded, still I aligned with them though dejected.

Then you came along and composed for me a new song. Love-filled lyrics sweet to my ears awakened my soul, ’til then among the lifeless throng.

My Restorer, giver of fortitude, to you I sing this song of gratitude.
You unlocked the truth of my worth and sang oracles to reveal the miracle of my birth.

With thanksgiving I eat of your goodness and drink from your fountains of joy. With gladness I enter your gates of renewal, far away from the dungeons of those that destroy.

My Restorer, giver of fortitude, to you I sing this song of gratitude.

©️3-Jun2018 DENyamekye

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Yeshua Heals the Broken-Hearted & Sets the Captives Free

(Redemption Testimonial)

It was the bleak mid winter and it felt the same within his heart, as day after day the memories flooded his mind with such force, that he was drowning in despair and wept until his voice was hoarse.

The young man was feeling crushed ’cause once again his efforts were trashed.

Every time he thought he was in the money, it was like there was a hole in his bag of cash.

In his love life things were the same for his advances made no difference as many a woman would shrug and walk away, as if to say “you’re not my type, you’re a mug!’

He remembered the days when he sought fame and had friends in high places with whom he bet at the races. He tried to be like them but his photo shoots were returned with the message “sorry mate, modelling is not your fate!”

So he auditioned to sing and also thought acting was his thing, but his agent came back to say

“they say try something else ’cause acting and singing are not your thing!”

He was classed among world losers, subject to many teasers, state allowances and family loan advances.

Rejected and dejected, he cried “no one would care if I self-ejected!”

There was a knock on the door and in came his brother in law, handing him a Bible he said

“heard your voice message, let’s hear God’s voice in this life giving message.”

That was me ten years ago, I am no longer under the law,

but saved by Grace, thanks to my brother in law, no longer fired up with envy, but ignited with God’s power and street savvy for the redeemer.

I married a woman, sent by God who says “blessed be the Lord, He sent a man who’s my type!”

We hand out bibles for the harvest is ripe and preach the Gospel every season to deliver men from strife and treason against God’s Son,

Christ the King. For this reason, hear me one and all, Christ will do for you what he did for me, promised when he said:

“The Spirit of the Sovereign LORD is upon me, for the LORD has anointed me to bring good news to the poor.

He has sent me to comfort the brokenhearted and to proclaim that captives will be released and prisoners will be freed.(1)”

Inspired by the New Testament

Quote (1) Isaiah 61:1NLT.

©Deborah E.Nyamekye 24/04/2016

How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, that publisheth peace; that bringeth good tidings of good, that publisheth salvation; that saith unto Zion, Thy God reigneth! (Isaiah 52:7KJV)