GROUNDED IN CHRIST

Act 2:17, "And it shall come to pass in the last days, saith God, I will pour out of my Spirit upon all flesh: and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, and your young men shall see visions, and your old men shall dream dreams"

See how beautiful you all perch,

Solely to prove that we're in church.

The old speak in tongues,

And youth preach with gongs.

A sacrosanct routine like this,

And we think we're in the spirit.

So we win many souls today,

Tomorrow we don't know where they stay.

We then give the biblical excuse,

Quoting that the labourers are few.

But do we have enough Pew,

To accommodate the souls anew?

On which solid rock do you stand,

If you won't build in the sinking sand?

So they come in and flush us out,

Because we haven't guarded our own house.

Remember the days of old,

Where in worship, prophesy unfold?

Was there not Eli, when God chose to speak to Samuel?

This is the highest level of maturity,

an epitome of spiritual purity,

and an evidence of transcendent intimacy.

Let your light shine before men,

Else thy gifts be trodden.

You can't let your leaves wither,

Even as the end draws nigher.

Ooh ye, fair daughter of Zion,

Gird up thy loins whilst in thy youth and make that impact.

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RFFS PRAYER

Anytime I'm called for duty... Wherever deployment takes me, Pervert from my path, any mutiny... But give me the strength to be; The rescuer, the protector and the fire fighter. Whenever I'm gone for stand by... Lord, grant me a listening watch. All incursions, hazards and risks, May I with my crew identify... Where unavoidable, enable us to mitigate.. Be it in the terminal, tarmac or boarding gate.. Should there ever be an emergency, Wherever fire may rage.. Should there be any shout, No matter the skin or age.. Help me put the fire out, And my neighbor, help me save. And if by your will... Any blood may spill... Leading to any fatality, Protect my wife and kids, And preserve the rest of my crew.

NO MORE DISDAIN

May they all die, If they buy water from Dubai. This is not a curse, But the prayer of a nurse. Oo Ghana! We all call you mama, But we despise your breast, Forgetting she once quenched our thirst. And now we encroach on the milky way, With strikes and campaigns all day, Thinking the galaxy is ours to slay, Not appreciating the sky where they stay. They've eaten and still ask for dessert. So we turn our waters into Milo, And our forests into deserts, So they can quench their thirst. Exchanging oil with gold, Is how the stories are told. All lies, Yes! lies with open eyes. They apply makeup to our faces, With brushes dipped in feces. At the ballot we see them, Yeah with catchy themes, Singing their famous anthem, And we make them our emblem. Should we join the train, Driven by those we kowtow, For half a loaf in our bowl? Are we worthy of disdain? Are we short sighted as they claim? No we won't! Yes you shouldn't! Let them not take you for a ride, At least for once...

JAIL BREAK

So that each and every year Since I met my dear I never ever regret The babe I did get Yes we met in jail Where nothing else could prevail It was in cold April Yet, for each other we did travail Bonded in chains Together in pains But we fought Just as we're taught To remain always tough Swallowing the bitter pills And miming the cough Accompanied by the chills Today we rejoice In the love we forged In the mindset we thought In the scars we begot And the patience we bought So as a day passes by Don't forget to aim high In wet, cold and dry It's possible so do try Break out from Jail Even if it means killing a soldier For many innocent souls Are dead for their lover.

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