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DID YOU MEAN IT

Did I told you I love you
Did you believe I meant it
The air is saturated with illusions
Roses are red violets are blue
Sugar is sweet, so are you
A love so uncertain and cunning

Did you really said you love me
Do you really believe you love me
You filled my stomach with calories
I regret eating your sour love cake

Your mind is jammed with deception
You’ve filled your quiver with machete
You’ve loaded your gun like James Bond
Bantama High street is your destination
You ready to kill your vulnerable prey

Watch him with his boom box on his shoulders
He is playing a love song he can’t sing
He is humming so loud to get an attention
Yes, He is the cynosure of love seekers
Don’t believe in his love; he is a character

Did I said I love you
Did you believe I meant it

Love so rare and priceless
He is broke but he is caring
He doesn’t know hallmark cards but
His love is like graffiti on the wall of my heart
Many waters cannot quench this love I have

YOU’RE OVERCOMER

Hell broke loose trying to suck life out of the life
Heaven stood still waiting and watching with purpose

The quit brass bell hangs at the dark forest of Gethsemane
Seven steps away from friends he stood face to face with fate
Pain and loneliness pressed Him like a farmer press the olives
Time was ticking on him but none rose to the occasion to save the day
Those who love Him became like a whitewash sepulcher

Face to face with weariness, He was not fighting for Himself
For the weak, the broken, and the wounded he was ready to stand
Yet every step brought Him closer and closer to his wits ends

Shadows of the dark night in innumerable number watched
Like clouds of witnesses they shouted and screamed venom of terror
Their taunts hit like hammer on His bones but love kept Him going
Love painted a clear portrait of the future He craved for His own
He saw forgiveness, salvation and justification beyond the quit bell
Hope smiled again like lightning through the eerie darkness
Heaven came down and darkness dispelled with joy unspeakable

Heavenly host watched with joy as the Father hugged and kiss the Son
His lip drips like honeycomb; ABBA not my will but yours be done!
Heavenly host watched as darkness turns into day for humanity
Heavenly host worshiped, the earth stood still in awe of the Son

Hell and the grave watched in utter disbelieve
Hell and its host has been overcome by the lamb
He won it all for all that all may live as over-comers
The lamb has overcome, we will not be moved
The lamb has overcome, we will not be shaken

*** Luke 22:42-43 (HCSB) “Father, if You are willing, take this cup away from Me—nevertheless, not My will, but Yours, be done.” Then an angel from heaven appeared to Him, strengthening Him***

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