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I thought I was a failure

For a moment I thought

Life has not been fair to me

Maybe, I was not paying attention to

The little things in my life that makes me

Feel complete rest with the Earth-Maker.

For a moment I thought I made it

Here, by my own strength

Looking deep, beyond my skin,

The scars of yesteryear, engraved on my

Soul, and all the places of my being

Reminded me that, this has to be Gods

Mighty hands; invisibly conjuring miracles

In my life, for all this while

It has to be Him, but no one else

I could have died a long time ago

I could have lost my mind through chaos

No, no, I am not a failure

I have been blessed, but was blind;

To unravel the goodness of my Father God

I have tasted grace when life was sour

I have leapt over walls, and stand tall;

Head above the thick clouds of evil

Sorry, for having all these thoughts in

My heart; holding doubts against your

Faithfulness. You’ve done it. And now

I am thankful and grateful for your grace.

  • ::  McDaniels Gyamfi \\ 4\26\16 ::


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what good in a fall?
someday, you will understand.
you will grow up to understand
that, sometimes, you need a real
fall; crushing your bones on the
concrete floor, breaking to pieces,
like Humpty Dumpty, on the side-
walk of life.
when you’ve learned to pick yourself
up, you will appreciate the struggle;
embracing the new window with  heart
and soul.
what good in a fall?
fall from the clouds of pride
fall from the clouds of pride
maybe no one ever told you;
nothing is stable in the fluffy
cloudy foundations of pride
you see, we build our egos up
sky high above simple realities
of life; feeling superior over others
we feel invincible; walking on
the illusional clouds of self.
if pride goes before a fall
don’t you think, my friend
don’t you think, this is the perfect time
to fall consciously, from self dependence;
falling at the feet of Christ, to surrender
it wont be you again; making it happen
it will be Him, alone; making it all fall in place
therefore, fall
fall form pride
fall into His love
Copyright / 11/15/2015
Written by McDaniels Gyamfi


see. faces of men, dancing in pale
shadows of sadness. Faces of men,
in quiet cemeteries; buried in
worn out emptiness and poverty.
beautiful cities of men, losing its
glories, through decades of silence.
we sadly waits for the birth of a
savior, to rescue us all, from the
wreckage of yesterday.
Oh, tell me why! Why do we humans
always waits for a savior, a hero?
Perhaps, we’ve been reduced to mere
men; forgetting that, we have an
inherent potential, to rescue each
other, when the evil hands of pain
& misfortune lifts its deadly head;
striking the innocent in cold silence.
Written by A.G. McDaniels // 11/11/15
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We are all travelling on the same path
This road is haunted by demons and Lucifer
Like wounded horses and its horsemen,
Our flesh gave up on us 
Our eyes failed from doubts and unbelief
Tear drops, tear drops; we are drowned in fear
Our spirit smell the sweet waters, beyond this darkness
O’ the hope that transport us, through our fears;
to the wonderland beyond this illusion river
Wonderland, wonderland, where the feet of the righteous shall tread.
Copyright 2015 | McDaniels A. Gyamfi | Poetry


I was a little boy

With a dream, in Africa

The rich man stood standstill, with his entourage;

Pointed his hand on me, to Inquire about my parents.

His direct gaze on my innocent soul, scared the hell out me.

One of the guys stretched his hand, pointing to the

apartment which directly faced the street.

On seeing the curtain that graced the door of our apartment,

he knew too well that I was from a poor family.

He looked at me again; all my friends watch and wait,

as if we were being hypnotized by a deity.
His Words; “if this kid here, had rich parents,

he would have been a great person, in the future“.

Alas my parents were poor and broke;

The Words of the rich man was the last straw

that break the camels back.

He broke my innocent soul and sealed my destiny with a lie.

I grew up, embittered against my parents,

because they were not successful and

I was caged in a low self-esteem and hopelessness.

I have believed in what was not true!

I have belied in his ignorance

I have believed in a false statement

My teeth set on the edge, until i turned 17

Met Jesus, and He gave me living hope

Today, I have escaped the lies of the rich man

like a bird to his sacred place;

Living a fulfilled life of purpose and acceptance

In Him.

Copyright 2014 || McDaniels Gyamfi


If the door slides open
And you have the chance
To walk through the edges
Of a friends secret past;
You’ve been handed with great
Opportunity to see and heal
It is unwise to summon strangers
To visit this cherished museum, of scars.
The world would be a better place
If friends and love ones can be LOYAL

Copyright 2014 || McDaniels Gyamfi



Book Title Poetry:

Experiencing forgiveness
The greatest story ever revealed.
He Came to set the captives free,
Inside out.
No wonder they call him the savior.
Who am I?
Born from innocence,
Of permanent value,
Destined to reign,
In his image.

– Copyright 2014|McDaniels Gyamfi | Revealing Jesus



Rat racing for a name: she sold her name.

One way ticket to the unknown; she bought.

Travelling on hell’s road to get to a heaven:

One spot for gazillion souls.

Soul sick bleeding blue singing blues.

Dozing off on this train;
She missed this famous stop.
Sadly, she got holes punched on her one way ticket

She has traveled million miles to far away nowhere;

wearing holes over her precious soul.

Copyright 2014|™GOG|®McDaniels Gyamfi

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