WHAT GOOD IN A FALL?


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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

WONDERLAND, OUR LAND


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.
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…AND WE ALL SAID “AMEN”


Milk for meat
Hype for hope
Lies for love
Ashes for beauty
And yet we all said “amen”
Puppet master;
Thy humble puppets, enthralled
…and we have anointed you;
To tell us …
What we want to hear
What we want to read
What we want to watch

You have executed thy duties, craftily;
Tickling our ears to perfection,
With feathers, dipped in murder
Our souls; numbed
our hearts; tangled in lies.

The parade
The confetti
The Loyalist
An ovation;
To he who sits lonely on his throne;
Feeding our emotions,
In his own emptiness.
Sensationalism
Emotions
Temporarily
Seasonal
Hypnotized
Roller coaster ride…
We are dead, like yesterday.

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Winning is Internal


You have been through so much
Wounded and bruised on all sides
Standing at the edge of this cliff;
Feet slipping with disturbing thoughts
The world is a narrow path, dotted
With uncertainties and cruelty
A terrain, victory so unpredictable
Coup de grace may seem the only option
You, you have the warriors ethos in you
Shield thy heart from the volcanic ramblings
Forlorn hope, in frontal attack, come what may;
Conquering your personal demons and fears
You win, from the inside out!

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SCARS AND ROSES


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

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FAME-CULTURE


bride-walking-train-petticoat-tracks

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.

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HOPE I HOPE


ruth-gleaning

We sat in the dust

Just wondering how

Surrounded by darkness

A thick wall of resistance

Our persistence fades

Wells so dry;

Our children cry for wellness

We sat in the dark with empty stomach

Tears in our eyes;

Like lonely birds on broken branches,

Drenched in cold; after the hurricane

Just wondering why;

Our wings are so heavy for a routine flight

The candle in our hearts; snuffed out

The wicked gloats over us

Our belly bloat with regret

Blown away into the unknown

Disowned by the reality of our lost

We remembered our Kinsman Redeemer

Our hearts; filled with redemption theme

Our mouths; wet with redemption songs

He is near;

I know my redeemer lives

He is near;

Even now, there is hope

In-spite of hopeless gravity

We looked beyond our depravity,

Into His eyes;

Mercy said; No

Our hearts said; Yes

Prison doors burst open

Light shine in our darkness

Chains fell off from our wounded souls

For the price of my freedom;

You were wounded with my chains

Yes, you took the blame and changed the game

You are the hope I hope;

Jesus

Bread of life

Savior friend

My Redeemer

Lilly of the valley

Rose of Sharon

Lamb of God

My Shepherd

Hope of Israel

    Light of the world

hope

Ezra 10:2 ESV … “We have broken faith with our God and have married foreign women from the peoples of the land, but even now there is hope for Israel in spite of this.

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