On Thoughts

Hurry now, child Take those thoughts captive Those lies that appear as truth; Running awry in your mind And putting chains on you that I fought to remove Stand up child, Declare the truth that you know And they’ll go scurrying away like the cowards that they are before you- son of God. You know…

The Past, A Poem by Olamide.

The past with all its trappings Came knocking yesterday Bittersweet nothings poured in When I opened the door I gave it an inch It took a mile Dragging along with it, Regret, longing, nostalgia 3 foolish friends who often go everywhere together Luring willing victims in with a lie “The past was much better than…

Time, a poem.

  The wrong way to view time; Time is running out, Like a stack of cards, My plans are falling awry, When will I ever be anything? The right way to view time; Every moment is a blessing, Every second gone, Is one step closer to eternity. Have I made the right choice? ©Olamide Oti,…

On Family

I have always been enamoured with the concept of family, that everyone is connected to someone else. It is amazing that the world as we know it began with two people, Adam and Eve, and now there are over 7 billion of us with diverse tongues, tribes and belief systems each connected to several families….

Love Garden

It’s springtime. The season of roses has come But what is that I see blossoming in your garden, my love? Is not your garden overrun with poison ivy rooted in offence? It’s springtime. The season of roses has come Would you rather harvest poison or love? Tear out the roots now, my darling Before they…

What if God’s Heart Really Beats for You?

Have you ever felt the love of a father?Strong, yet tenderAs deep as it is wideHave you ever experienced the touch of a lover?The kind that leaves you reeling with joyAnd tingling with excitement from head to toeYet it’s nothing compared to the love of the eternal God His love is perfectUnyielding and unchangingHe never…

Hope

In the waiting, She’s changing She’s enlarging from the inside out And though it looks like nothing is happening She knows His hand is at work Weaving a story never before read Painting a picture never before seen And though it looks like everything is the same He is bringing new wine out of nothing…

Of Burnt Bridges and the Road Less Traveled

there lies behind usa string of burnt bridgesand the road less traveledif we could sing an ode to regretor paint a picture of painit would be a masterpiecea sight for sore eyesa remedy for broken hearts but there lies before usa promise to great to ignoreby the One whose lips never lieof hope and new…

Come Home! 

You have been despised and rejected, tossed to and fro by lies so perfect they sound like the truth. You have been told that no one has ever made it out alive, That this maze of lies will soon be your grave, and hell would be your eternal home. You cannot imagine a better place…