His specialty is in talking men out of ground zero
Helping mere men to have the life of marvelous heroes
Instilling in people determination to go through the toughs
Inspiring people not only to dream but also reach the top
Keen on seeing continuous and consistent transformation of the human mind
Kindly nudging and moving his people and proteges till they settle in their lands
A large heart to receive many and a great mind to help many achieve greatness
Always making unending impacts with firebrand words that never goes less
This is no other person than my Pastor, my Mentor, my Father, my Hero, Rev. Sam Oye.
His failure was fatal. Shedding tears that could fill a drum in seconds. His might has failed him. The arrogant shoulders went so high that it obstructed his auditory perception. Now he wants to listen but no one is speaking. They’ve spoken so much to him before now but all words fell flat on deafened ears.
One irony about life is when it appears as a knife. The knife will only cut but it can not join. The other stony irony is when life poses as a wife. The wife when joined to can no longer be separated from.
The cure for the menace is an intended deliberate solace. The wise approach is to properly watch out before you step in. Every journey will always have a cry in it. You would either cry out for help at the start or cry on regret at the end. Drop it! Your weight and strength wont do, you must always choose to wisely and selectively listen.
You should ensure to use your ears more than you do your legs. Don’t just always run swiftly across your life’s race. Open your ears, listen, take counsel from the right source. If you were designed to always walk alone, God would have created 7 billion islands for every individual on earth. Remember the creator’s words that says “the son that refuses rebuke would meet his sudden doom”
How long? How long?
Has become our unending song
This continued news makes me sick
Reasons for joy and comfort gradually leaks
The might of the battalions are yet to yield
Their strength not being evident on the field
The state keeps eroding towards a waste land
So much lives and properties turning to sand
How long? How long?
Has been the words on our tongue
If we do give up to whom shall we run
The peace can only come when the battle is won
We cried unto those we call our leaders
till our confidence starts flying off like feathers
The wisdom and ranting of men has only brought insults
Now unto God alone shall we look for the desired results
It’s time to get back to the Word
If my people who are called by name will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.
Ah! Wounded soldier
At such a time as this
Would you continue the battle
Would you surrender
Those who continue soon die
Those who surrender still perish
This becomes a puzzle to men
Confusion on the right decision
Yet no time to dilly dally
Leaving decision to action point
Is in itself unwise and deadly
Never get to the battle front
Without a well mapped strategy
Be sure of the plan’s strength and success
Yet let your sole hope be in the general divine
This should let you know
Despite all, hearts sometime goes slow
And this is not when to remain on show
You should neither fight on nor give in
Its time to ensure you retreat and reinforce