My Experience Today – Respect Every Part of the Body that makes up the Vineyard

Get this straight please! Stop looking down on what others do in the vineyard of God. Stop feeling superior. Every work is a work and it’s all being counted. No need for comparison at all.
Whatever task you have chosen or you have been called to perform in the household of God, do fervently. Don’t indulge yourself to speaking ill of other people’s tasks. There’s no big task or little task in the church of God.
I was in a gathering this morning, and someone mentioned a unit, referring to it as the unit for lazy people. That’s not how it should be. The funniest thing is that this particular unit is a unit which is always worked out during any service. So, I don’t understand where the individual got the idea from.
Respect every role played by people, just like you would want them to respect yours. Face your task squarely, and if you’re not satisfied with what you are doing, feel free to join other units. Nobody would stop you. Leave others to what they think they are capable of doing. It is not your business, and most especially, not your duty to judge. Stop being bossy.

Things I Love the Most (children poem)

The bird flies,
The butterfly flies,
The inspect flies.
But I love the butterfly the most.

The sun shines,
The star shines,
The moon shines.
But I love the star the most.

The wheel rolls,
The ball rolls,
The die rolls.
But I love the ball the most.

The ink writes,
The pencil writes,
The charcoal writes.
But I love the pencil the most.

The wind blows,
The mouth blows,
The fan blows.
But I love the fan the most.

Evil Bird (a short poem)

Our love used to come like the dew
Fresh at every sunset without blemishes
Together we were so strong
And nothing could come in between us
We were labelled “perfect” by all
And everyone wished to be us
As we were envied by the young
So were we praised by the old
Our chain of love seemed unbreakable
Our pot never ran out of the sweet red love
We happily remained slaves together in a cage of love whose key was long missing
Until that very cursed day
When the key was found by the evil wind
Exposing us to the beast that resided in it
It approached us like a saint
With a venom of disunity and deceit on its lips
The very enemy we hid our precious love from all along
You kissed its lips and became infected
Drunk by the lies it fed you
We became a laughing stock
Our dignity and respect we lost
We were yet another lesson for people to learn from
A perfect example of failure and disappointment
You left me to drink from the cup of shame
To eat from the bowl of regret
To roam in a garment of disgrace
While you eloped with the evil bird
To live a new life of dishonor

Natural Monsters (a quadrant)

I don’t need you in costume to panic
Your natural self should give me a heart attack
But that wouldn’t happen
Since I’m your kind of beast

Happy Halloween…

God is not on a holiday

God’s not on a holiday
Though he seems mute
He harkens to your plea
Never would he cast you off
He is faithful even till the end of time
Don’t you ever empty out your faith
He’d answer
At the very right time

VANITY

What Would Be My Gain?

What if I built beautiful mansions all over the world?
What if I only lived in one?

What if I had fleet of cars?
What if I had no hands to drive them?

What if I could lend out to nations?
What if I didn’t live a decade to spend for myself?

What if I could compose wonderful songs?
What if I had no voice to sing them?

What if I went to the best schools?
What if I could not secure a good job?

What if I had the power to heal the sick?
What if the power could not heal me?

What if I had great possessions?
What if I had no one to inherit them?

What if my name was known in high places?
What if I was already in the soil by then?

What if I gained the whole world?
What if I lost my soul?

VANITY UPON VANITY,
ALL IS VANITY.