SUNSHINE BLOGGER AWARD!

It is so so exciting to have been nominated for the Sunshine Blog award by Sarah at My Witness. I was deeply inspired by her work when I went through her blog. Such love for God and passion to see His purpose on earth. We both share some things in

Father Speaks (Words from the Father’s Heart) – Mitzi Busby

The Father speaks to me through storms in the night…

A Christmas Prayer just for You

In this season, may we walk worthy as custodians of God’s very trust like Mary through the delivery of the Holy Child, Jesus Christ; growing stronger in our walk, faith, love and unreserved obedience to the faith in Him. Merry Christmas, Dear Reader, and a better New Year!

– James

I FORGIVE YOU FOR MY SAKE: A Letter To My FATHER. (Part 1)- Wesley West

Dear Father,
Sincerely my heart aches from the absence and space I have created between you and me though unintended. Today you showed me how empty I am without you. As I walked home alone, I longed for the days you and I shared, those moments when you directed every step I made even before I set foot to the unknown, those moments when everything concerning me was predestined. You knew my name while I was still an embryo; even before my ears formed I heard you say these words to me: “May My WISDOM and EXCELLENT SPIRIT LIVE in EVERY part of YOU” and so you named me WESLEY.

HEAVEN- By Mercy George

While sitting on a very good afternoon pondering on some very good notes I could pass out that will benefit my readers/followers too. As I pondered I got a message. This was like a miracle. Exactly what i needed.

COUNT ON HIM

My first published article written when I was 11, on SUCCESS LIFE MAGAZINE

I walked, walked, and walked
I walked and became tired
I fell, got up and continued.
I fell again and couldn’t get up
I saw a man who helped me up
We both became friends
And along life’s path walked up
But I did wrong in His eyes
And He left me all up
To continue the journey up.

I felt it would be easier being alone
But, it was the most difficult being alone
Then I fell again, and I couldn’t get up
I repented, and wished someone could help me up
Then I felt a hand on my shoulders
I looked up, behold I saw a man
He was the one I first saw
He told me I could count on Him
Whenever I was in need

We both became friends again
And I forgot the past
I felt a heavy weight
Was removed from me
Because I felt very light
I regained strength
And could well continue my journey
This time not alone nor on my own
And whenever I needed anything
I could always count on Him.

He said unto me “I will never leave you nor forsake you.”
Now, I know I can count on Him
Because He always never fails
You know who He is?
His name is JESUS CHRIST
MY CHRIST.

THE STRENGTH OF THE AFRICAN CHILD -A Poem By James O. George

The African child
Made a victim under
Mother nature‘s chide
Upon which we all now must ponder
From dawn to dusk he’ll cry
Comfort he’s unable to acquire.

The African child
Long ago refused to die
Even when Dada and Mama died
Even when destiny seemed to lie
He still refused to die
Though his destiny looked lumbered
Yet his maker neither slept nor slumbered
And even when he hungered
Upon his future he did ponder.

The African child
Though found in the caves
And then taken through tide and waves
Into the slave’s place
His destiny was never enslaved
For his heart stayed sharp
Playing as a harp Making my hands clap.

The African child
Was called a slave boy
Even made a houseboy
Yet in all, he endured the bore
They called him the chimpanzee
And names from A to Z
Yet he refused to care
Nor did he fear
Cos he had the cure of fears
Even to the core upstairs.

The African child
Is a child depicting strength
He depicts wonder
True beauty in and beneath color
True display of inner strenght
To a very luminous lenght
Showing awesome power
More than a gun powder.

When it comes to leadership
He is always luminary
When it comes to challenges
He lunges readily
When it comes to hardwork
He lies at the frontier.

For the African child is luxuriant
And also yet luxurious
He is always lusty
Though sometimes he is lustful
Yet he is a braveheart
With an unwavering mind
“for a double-minded man Is unstable in all his ways”
This is what the Bible says
But allow me to also say,
“A trouble-minded man Always has a complain to make”.

Now take a look at
The strength of the African child
Forget his skin tone
Look at his strenght
Forget his phonetics
Or his past
But look at his strength
And see the range of honour
Beyond his own ethnics
“for how far you see Will i give forever unto thee And unto thy seed.”

God bless the African child.
(From THE WRITINGS OF JAMES O. GEORGE -2010)

James