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Christian Musings, Jehovah, Life, Poem, Purpose and life's mission, Sanguine thoughts

Handmaid of God Almight, Handmade by the King of kings.

Ade-Oluwa 
Woman... Hand-made by the King of kings

Handmaid of the King of King

Crafted by the Creator of all.

Made a Help-meet

Called by God a help-meet

Called by the first man a woman

Like him but unlike with a beautiful difference

Designed for companionship

Formed for so much more

Unique in content

Your voice sounds soft and soothing

Your laughter like music

Your smile is like the morning sun

There’s strength even in your weakness

A rose that can grow anywhere

There’s more to you than meets the eye

Your beauty is a treasure

Only to the eye of those who behold you
Beyond the physical
No matter what you wear
Or what your background is

Your heritage is royalty
Your aura announces your presence
You are never unnoticed

Born a woman by a woman
You are naturally formed
To carry and bear
What the strongest of men cannot

You may look delicate
But you have the fighting spirit
To be optimistic about life
No matter how bleak

A rose that can grow anywhere
Never doubt yourself
You are a refined
by the King of kings Himself

Never give up
You are a class on your own
No basis for comparison
You are less than no one

Handmaid of the Great I AM,
the King of kings and Lord of lords.

Happy International Women’s Day

Arise and shine ✨












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		Jehovah, Life, Poem, Purpose and life's mission, Sanguine thoughts
Spot Light Within…
	


	

							

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Weekend Writing Prompt #259- Spotlight







Sit 💺 
Ponder in thoughts
Observe and learn
Take note
Let Light shine 
Ideals sustained
Generating ideas
Honestly, think
Take thoughtful actions.



		


			
		
	






	
	

		Christian Musings, Jehovah, Life, Poem, Purpose and life's mission, Singles' issues
I Wish…I Hope…I Warn
	


	

							

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I wish I’m that person you turn to for succour…after God 





I wish I am that person you see, that light up your world …after God





 I wish I’m that person that makes your heart glad___





 I wish I’m that person__





 _that is an out-of-this-world experience…





An aroma, essence like the Heavenly brew…





Because its a brew so Heavenly it exceeds your expectations…





You can only find me, if your Heavenly senses are sharpened…enlightened.





Without your Heavenly senses





You will wonder…





Like the woman at the well





Who had wondered from man to man





Seeking…





Seeking who to quench her thirst…





Knowing it was a man who had the key of wisdom🔑 





To unlock the mystery of her need





Knowing not what man it was, she wondered still





Until she came to the 8th Man…





JESUS CHRIST





And she knew that her search was over…





For she was led to the spring from within





From whence cometh, water that quenches thirst forever…





She need not seek for nor fetch from wells…





That leave her wanting…





Do not wait too long 





To find your own Heavenly brew…





Who knows?





It might be given to another…





More…worthy…than you





As it was with Vashti 





Who was replaced by Esther…





Sharpen your Heavenly senses and hasten your search





That it might be said of you…





“The Heavenly brew exceeded his expectations.”










February 2022 Writing Prompts  Week 1 (February 1-7) – The heavenly brew exceeded his expectations.

		


			
		
	








	
	

		Christian Musings, Life, Poem, Sanguine thoughts, Stories
February 2021 Writing Prompts – All Inclusive
	


	

							

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Little by little, I had to recover
From misshapen realities that hit me like feverish fiascos





Little by little, I am building up what was lost
Like the egg nest, I strived to have






Little by little, I will recover
The heart of who I am





Little by little, turbulent tranquillity is giving way 
To tranquillity…beyond bliss






Stormy nights of real realities
Creating an illusion of waving winter wheat and faceless faces





If I were the wind
On balmy days
I will sail into the wild
Over splashes of indigo
And magenta in twilight





Because of you, O faceless faces
Of an unspoken language
I had to settle for turbulent tranquillity 
In the midst of feverish fiascos
Whiles wishing and trying to reach
 For the candy cabinet 
Of the day after eventually





Eventually…
Maybe the day after eventually
I shall open my egg nest 
Of an unspoken language
In painted words





The heart of who I am 
  Homespun fabric 
With patches of moldy mishaps, 
And splashes of indigo
In painted words





For nearly burying yesterdays
Of the heart of who I am 
— the candy cabinet of splashes of indigo and magenta in twilight beyond bliss….





May the faceless faces 
Of misshapen realities and stormy nights
Both impressive and ludicrous
Be lost in lava swirls and twin flames forever










One last reminder
Real realities
Are a mix of balmy days, stormy nights,
Splashes of indigo,
Magenta in twilight
Both impressive and ludicrous
Little by little, an unspoken language will become painted words of understanding, beyond bliss in splashes of indigo…





February 2021 Writing Prompts