You Are All That Matters



”Just as we so matter to God, Our God will matter again to His Church, and the world shall flow into the holy mount of the Lord and journey with us in our uprise.”



”A new heart will I give you and a new spirit will I put within you, and I will take away the stony heart out of your flesh and give you a heart of flesh.” Ezekiel‬ ‭36:26‬ ‭AMPC‬‬


A NEW HEART | A new heart, free from the bondage of this carnal impulses of a carnal world. A new spirit that set the seat of our being on fire, that nothing else will matter anymore, but God alone.

As I write this post, I sense the heavens are ready, through the portals of Holy Spirit, to release unusual grace upon the universe. Sons and daughters of God shall be unleashed from the valleys of dry bones, to execute the will of the Father on earth. An army of believers whose heart and spirit are tired of the consummation of religion, and a mundane civilization devoid of the authentic realities of the Kingdom. Such men and women has been wrestling in the presence of the Father for so long, holding the horn of the altar with such an incredible desire to encounter the infinite possibilities of a righteous God, and the spiritual mysteries of His operations.

GOD MATTERS | Such men and women will make God matter in their everyday life. Such an army will die to the flesh and the world will not be worthy in their eyes anymore. Neither will they be worthy in the eyes of the world, because of their operations in the spirit. They will understand the spiritual mystery of the indwelling presence of God in their heart, and their authority and power within the mandate of the King of Kings, to capture the world for Jesus.

KINGDOM INVESTORS | Let us continue to yield ourselves completely to Him in prayer, holiness, the fear of the Lord, and ascend in the dimension of spiritual enlightenment in the word. Our sacrifices to his will, and surrendering of ours to Him is the truest path to circumcising our stony hearts [ The kind of heart which is not sensitive to his word and drifts away every day, chasing after what does not matter]

Have you allowed yourself to pause for a minute, considering all the happenings around us? Such questions like; ”why am I not on fire for Jesus? should burn inside our hearts.” ”Does God really matters to me?” ”How do I become an agent of love and power in the Kingdom of Christ?”

”What on earth is this boredom, that I have zero desire to stay in the secret place of God, basking in the depths of who He is, what His plans are, and my place within His agenda?” ”Why am I so anxious about what I will eat, what I will wear, how do I pay my rent, when do I get a new toy, a new this and a new that, and all the unnecessary competitions that wage war within our flesh?”


“But seek (aim at and strive after) first of all His kingdom and His righteousness (His way of doing and being right), and then all these things taken together will be given you besides.” Matthew 6:33 AMPC


JESUS IS LORD | If such desires and ambitions [ things that are above, heavenly inclined ] are not at the forefronts of our occupation then we have to ask ourselves again if Jesus is really our Lord, and if he really matters to us at all. My heart burns with one desire; ”to seek all that God has to offer.” I know if I find Him and his supernatural ways of doing things, all the other things I could have occupied my mind with will be bestowed on me through the operation of grace.

I am persuaded, this is the surest path to discovering the dominion mandate of God. This is how we soar on this side of life; aiming at, and striving after His perfect ways of DOING and BEING right.

MERE MEN | Satan is cunning enough to have distracted a lot of believers; our hearts and spirit are weighed down by the boulders of earthly longings and grandeur ambitions which is always before us, and hanging within our souls, each day. Great ambitions which are not tied to the eternal purpose of Christ, but to appeal our own sense of pride. Our hearts are numb to the things of God, and our spirit is governed by the spirit of this mammon. Unfortunately, we have become like mere men

EMERGENCE | Don’t log out, my friend. I have some good news for His bride; ”Just as we so matter to God, Our God will matter again to His Church and the world shall flow into the holy mount of the Lord, and she will journey with us in our uprise” and she will say; ”teach us the WAYS of the Lord.” ”Show us the path to peace.” ”Give us what you have because nothing satisfies in our kind of civilization, except your God, your truth.” hallelujah

There is a coming revival of hearts and spirit towards the ways of Jesus, and mere men shall rise with deep insights, and intimacy with the Holy Ghost; expressing a dimension of God the world has never experienced before. Do you want to be a part of the ARMY?


Dear, Father God

You’re the King of Kings

A Righteous judge over all spirits

I am so thankful to you, for the gift of life

I am sincerely sorry,

For so long I’ve been regulated by the

carnal invitations and temptations

Of this dark world, which has

produced gross weakness

within me.

My heart is dull, my spirit is numb

I am not happy, I am not free, I lack real zeal

I lack sincere affections for your presence

I am bereft of real happiness and real freedom,

and the fluidity to be consumed with all that

matters to you.

Abba, forgive me from boredom drunkness

I am intoxicated in the world. The occupation of

worldly appraisals and passions have filled my belly.

This world is seductively my idol, and I’m cold

And passive to anything spiritual

I pray, set my heart free, like a bird, and

make it ablaze like moonlight beauty, for

your own glory.

I want to be loose from an invisible chain of Satan

That easily entangles me from pursuing you

Father God, Let your Holy Spirit quickened

This weary soul, and this worn-out temple

Of mine, so I could arise from the cold

Valleys of dry bones; becoming

A mighty force.

Amen!

graceCUT | May 2020

Ounce Of Faith


Load this caravan with benefits. Load this heart with strength. We have a long way to go, through this barren wilderness. ♛


Please, fill this caravan with bread and water, and an ounce of faith, else we embark with empty hearts, gripped with this fear of dropping into premature graves. ♛


declare openly, to the hearing of the weak and the worn-out ”be strong at heart” for the lover has arrived at thy sighings burst, to rescue you from this Egypt ♛


the prisons shall be empty. the streets will be filled with people, loads of laughter inside their pockets. yesterday’s masks of fear underneath their soles. heads sank in purple clouds. ♛


the lover has arrived. the wildflower has sprout again, within the eyes of our soul, and we shoot in blossom passions. for the lover has arrived. ♛


THIRD•WORLD•



 Unashamed; 

Filled with greed. 

They sat in the mud they’ve invented, 

sipping koolade from the cup in our hands. 

_____

Our soul weeps

Our lips are dry, for lack of words—

to express our pain,

our hopelessness 

Oh, the economic darkness 

that hangs over our heads

____

A pocket full of rocks, 

but we want peace and not war

We waited for a savior, but they

gave us Barabbas;

to rule over a weakling lamb.

_____

Let’s go the West

Let’s got to the west 

Let’s go and drink 

milk and honey.

Alas, no one knew what was

in stored —

a belly filled with illusional 

promises, and hopes;

the catalyst of wanderers.

______

We died with our kids

We died from severe hunger;

Enroute to Rome.

____

We died with anger 

When help never came

____

We died unfulfilled 

We died unfulfilled 

Cause our leaders emptied

the destiny in our cups

as we wandered like sheeps

without shepherds.

_____

Ah, we died like animals

We died like we were not humans

______

We are dead.

Unfulfilled. 

Gone too soon.

Like a candle;

after the storm.

______

Millions will join us…

As long us greedy people 

Rule the land of my fathers.

_____

Rhythms Of Africa

Copyright 5/17/16  || McDaniels Gyamfi 

XENOPHOBIA \\ A.D. 2015, SOUTH AFRICA


south africa

Who has seduced the heart of the universe; that we
Are dancing to the tune of weakness wickedness?

Who has shut down the souls sun, to not give love
to the tender meadows bloom?

Who are these, who walk with face of chaos;
trampling on the ground, the flower child?

This place smells suffering, death, blood, and pain –
for the black migratory birds of the Gold Coast.

Kwame and Oliseh, worried about the safety of their family,
and the new business at the heart of Johannesburg.

Khumalo weeps like a child, at Soweto; the death of his two
daughters. Born and raised at Cape Town: He is from the South,
married to a Gambian – they are at the crossroad of love and
insanity, not knowing where to turn.

Mind boggling. The world watch, Hennessy in her hands – soul
numb, to the souls bleeding in hells opening mouth, on black
moaning streets.

Did we forget that when one soul bleeds, we are all bleeding?
Your pain and loss is my pain and loss. We shall overcome pain,

We shall overcome our loss, with love. Yes! with love ……

we shall overcome every hurt and instability.

– Copyright 2015 // A.G. McDaniels

THE LIES OF THE RICH MAN – MY STORY


I was a little boy

With a dream, in Africa

The rich man stood standstill, with his entourage;

Pointed his hand on me, to Inquire about my parents.

His direct gaze on my innocent soul, scared the hell out me.

One of the guys stretched his hand, pointing to the

apartment which directly faced the street.

On seeing the curtain that graced the door of our apartment,

he knew too well that I was from a poor family.

He looked at me again; all my friends watch and wait,

as if we were being hypnotized by a deity.
His Words; “if this kid here, had rich parents,

he would have been a great person, in the future“.

Alas my parents were poor and broke;

The Words of the rich man was the last straw

that break the camels back.

He broke my innocent soul and sealed my destiny with a lie.

I grew up, embittered against my parents,

because they were not successful and

I was caged in a low self-esteem and hopelessness.

I have believed in what was not true!

I have belied in his ignorance

I have believed in a false statement

My teeth set on the edge, until i turned 17

Met Jesus, and He gave me living hope

Today, I have escaped the lies of the rich man

like a bird to his sacred place;

Living a fulfilled life of purpose and acceptance

In Him.

Copyright 2014 || McDaniels Gyamfi

MAMA


Villagers carry water in plastic containers on their heads as they walk through dry land in Maros regency, in Indonesia's South Sulawesi province

I need a bird in my empty cage

Sing lullaby till thy baby rest

Cage my thoughts in your love songs

Who doesn’t love the birds of love labor

Without price you sung your labor songs

Unschooled in thy conscious servitude

You washed my brain with life themes

Ear to hear, eyes to see you freely gave

A pigeon in a tropical jungle;

afraid of the hunter

You will share your wings with me;

 when I needed it

The thoughts of you gives me the wings to fly

My angel surpass ten thousands of angels

Mama; you are (were) my angel

She didn’t have much; she had a soul

A soul so large and bigger than life

Your smiles covered our pains;

I have learned to smile through the storms of life

We were called poor by the rich in our community

Richly we lived our lives, content with the little

Had thou not taught us how to live large with little

I would had been a fool comparing myself with others

Her African skin was tattooed with scars of sacrifice

The sacrifice of your life a harvest we reap and share

Soft in her flight like a butterfly; beautiful to behold

Unbending water;

Through the rocks, never surrendered to opposition

Like a candle in our night; you were snuffed out

Your face still glows in my path through the night dreams

I didn’t have to understand everything you said and did

Now that I am a man;

I am living in my aha moments

Many women are treading on the same path like yours

They’re singing their love labor songs with empty stomach

They are fighting for the future of their children without navigation

If I have the opportunity to meet them all; will worship their braveness

Thank you Mama for your servitude of love

Thank you woman for your relentless passion

Copyright 2014|™GOG|McDaniels Gyamfi

[Dedicated to my deceased mom: Naomi Adwoa Nikra and the relentless woman]