MUSINGS OF ZION


Who am I that you will be mindful of me? Do I deserve to speak before your holiness

I am committed to you because you are committed to me in the spirit of sonship. This is the love that was in the beginning which now resides with you.

This is the gift of grace and power committed to upholding everything that has been made by me and for me, till the end of time.

Let the impressions of my presence permeate the heart of your emotions, curtailing the circumstances around you that appear overwhelming to you.

Nothing could ever change my plan towards you, not even your mistakes or the sudden assault of the evil one. Everything unfolds into greater purposes unimaginable, especially all who call upon my name from a sincere heart.

I sing over you with a million voices of tenderness

You are not alone, my child. Let my love sink in deep within the crevices of your heart. Yes, let your eyes within your eyes behold my good promises which are forever settled, waiting for you to embrace

I sing over you, not as a beggarly servant displays his gifts unto his master. I sing over you from a place of deepest commitment of love, royalty and dominion, to establish your heart on the path of abundance and purpose

Isaiah 9:7 KJVAE “Of the increase of his government and peace there shall be no end, upon the throne of David, and upon his kingdom, to order it, and to establish it with judgment and with justice from henceforth even for ever. The zeal of the Lord of hosts will perform this.”

O’ child, be refreshed from the weariness of your wandering. O’ child, sit at my feet and drink to your fill. Fill your heart with the themes of my ways and works and you will disentangle your heart from the eerie sounds that’s lurk inside you.

How can I fill my life with your beauties when I am decorated with scars and fears like a garment?

O’ child, my zeal towards you is performing a work in you right now as you yield on the altar of surrender. Tell me what is impossible with me? Tell me what is harder for me? I see your fears and shame. I see your wounds and loneliness but nothing changes if you hold on to the darkness. Breathe! Cast it upon me and take the yoke of my presence ( my yoke is light) upon your soul because I care to offload you of these unimaginable burdens and crown you with real peace

You will live. Child, you will live and not die. For my glory is here, even at this moment; comforting, restoring and delivering you from the darkest clouds that hang over your soul. You are free to celebrate the significance of your ordination

Come up high, your lover awaits, to breathe hope into your ears. Hope that awakens the heart and mends the soul to weather through the storm of life

O’ child, can you not see it? Wipe the tears from your eyes and fill your mouth with the words of life. Speak to the dead cells of your body: just work with me as I clothe you with the riches of my power on your innermost being. Speak over the unmoving mountain. Tell your soul to step into a new day of recovery and rest because the rivers of Zion is gushing out, drenching your entire existence

Isaiah 9:7a “Of the increase of his government and peace there shall be no end”

DECLARE: I am persuaded; Of the increase of Gods Dominion and peace in my life and all that concerns me there shall be no end.

This is my confidence and reality, and not on what I see on the contrary because I walk by faith and not by sight.

POISÒNOUS RIVER


“i will turn my heart into rays of honour

whenever I see your beauty and make you twinkle like a wild flower

I will make you twinkle. This is how I slay the leviathan impulses of envy and jealousy;

I honour the honoured to attract her grace

instead of fighting within me, against this multifaceted splendour

An envious soul is a poisonous river,

a bitter gall,

chasing after the shades of the ocean,

to alter its boundless energy and candour

“Don’t let him near, don’t come closer, the oceans lamented

He has turned pastures into deserts and

great cities into cemeteries.

A wildfire, infatuated with man.

Poisonous rivers flow through the soul of this city. O’ wretch men, who will save us from this wildfire.
Many rivers run, into the ocean, but the motivation is not to find freedom of self. Many will arrive yet will not be “there”. How can one be there when the heart is not there but imprisoned in the wild dance of others. He is poor, whoever has not arrived in his authentic place of fulfilment; detached from all

“For where envying and strife is, there is confusion and every evil work. (James‬ ‭3:16‬ ‭KJV‬‬)

Prisoners of the wild dance of others. I can celebrate others but I resent. I can be inspired by others but I slander. I can ask how to but I assume the negative in silence. O’ prisoner of the wild dance of others, Who will save me from this wretched economy

SEAT OF PROCRASTINATE


You will hear the inspiration, the invitation of the future. When he comes get yourself out of the procrastinate seat

He comes every day. Your ear must be in the moment, detached from the woes and wins of yesterday

Your woes undermine your conviction to fly and your wins make you feel you’ve already arrived

Both are enemies. Don’t listen to them. Set your gaze like flint and pilgrim with the air to the unknown heights

A future awaits you

Silver & Gold


You were unskilled, wasteful metal
Then his quiver came, nurturing
and sharpening you,
from within.

Now, you are
in his golden bow.

You have become a sharpshooting
silver arrow in God’s golden bow.

You were the drowsy-wine in worry,
de trop of the festivals of the naivetes


Now, you’ve become the passion
inside the golden goblets of Kings

INWARD GUIDE


Hopeful live because

The future is true. Don’t believe in a lie, that only today is yours

Your spirit knows the future,

accurately. Stop guessing and

Follow this inward guide.

You could live in the present basking In the future others dream about.

The beauty of life is being able to enjoy the moment by moment experiences and

Still, be able to hold the horn of the future with certainty.

The future shouldn’t be blurry.

It can only be blurry in your soul’s pilgrimage thoughts. Yes, life will be blurry against your reasoning power because all the answers are not there

Caught in the labyrinth of my imagination, I pause. Oh, pilgrim friend, save me from self

Your spirit has no worries of tomorrow, regardless of the impossibilities life brings

Because this inward guide has travelled into the future that scares our common logic

Follow this inward guide. Illuminate your path with clarity, confidence and courage

Nothing is impossible for the spirit. Dimensions and channels of the future is available. No boundaries, no limits when God leads

I pray thee, O

Inward guide, illuminate my darkness, lead me home.

This ain’t the ordinary kind of life. This is found only in the Eternal life

“I have yet many things to say unto you, but ye cannot bear them now. Howbeit when he, the Spirit of truth, is come, he will guide you into all truth: for he shall not speak of himself; but whatsoever he shall hear, that shall he speak: and he will show you things to come.” (John 16:12-13 KJVAE)

RECKONING


In truest consciousness of the God measure in us, we can soar beyond the ends of the world even with broken wings

You are the attributes of a hundred virgin Wells in the wilderness and a million songs in a fading festival, awakening innermost elations hanging in the balance

You have become the character of ancient red wine set on tables of ivory and redwood; The peasant and the rich, both find delight in your kind intoxicating words

The nations waits on you as a maid looks to the hands of her mistress

Since you became a dreamer with God, dreamers of men salute the ocean in you, emulating your perfect template

In the accurate reckoning of the beauties of beauty hidden within the inner castle of my heart I have also become…

I have become an elegant moon. I have become a Solomon. I am the coat of many colours of Joseph. I have become the song of Songs in Eden Prairie

I am a companion of strength and courage. My fears can be traced in the air; a vapour

I no longer live, but God; the life that I live. I live in the consciousness of His life in me.

I can only reckon