I SEEK GLORY IN YOUR PAIN & POTENTIAL


Let's be vulnerable together in the presence of the lord. He will abundantly restore us.

A KNOCK

There is a knock on the doors of the Lord beckoning on Him to come through for a friend at the edge of death. This yearning of Martha and Mary must be the cry of our generation. Something on the inside of us must be set loose in the presence of the Lord for radical justice on our behalf. It is time we give up trying and accept it, that it is not in us to prevail by our strength but the battle is the Lord’s.

Be vulnerable in the presence of the Lord. Lazarus is sick, Sisters went loose, not to seek the help of men but the help of the Lord. Scripture records;

“The sisters therefore sent to him, saying, “Lord, behold, he for whom you have great affection is sick.” But when Yeshua heard it, he said, “This sickness is not to death, but for the glory of God, that God’s Son may be glorified by it.” John 11:3-4 WMBBE

Could my Lord find glory in my pain? Is the kingdom of God so ambitious to step into the space of my disregarded, broken and empty vessel, to mend it and fill it with a purpose that aligns with His glory and purpose, so much that there wouldn’t be any trace of defects if I surrender these hidden scars of my soul to the Lord?


There is absolutely nothing in this world, whether broken or standing that God can not express Himself through if it is surrendered to Him. Do with it whatever you want to! This must be our heart cry

Earthen Vessel

We are earthen vessels. Some are in beautiful shapes and contains uncommon potentials yet the content of the vessel only brings glory to the bearer of it, not to God. Some also are broken, bruised, battered, bloodied and leaking out of any good things that enter into their space and yet they are unwilling to surrender their wasted vessel unto the Lord for Him to repair, restore, refill and express His glory and power through it.

You realize that both vessels live for themselves, in pain and potential. God is not invited to partake in what He has wonderfully created. These vessels live not for the glory of God but for pride and pity. One lives for himself though he is endowed with so much and the other also lives for himself though he can’t fix the chaos within. He has wounds and scars yet he is not willing to surrender them to the master physician because he is unaware that, it is in Gods nature to glorify himself in the beggarly elements of life when it is willingly surrendered to Him.


1 Corinthians 1:26-29 
26 For ye see your calling, brethren, how that not many wise men after the flesh, not many mighty, not many noble, are called: 27 But God hath chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise; and God hath chosen the weak things of the world to confound the things which are mighty; 28 And base things of the world, and things which are despised, hath God chosen, yea, and things which are not, to bring to nought things that are: 29 That no flesh should glory in his presence

Come, O’ Lord

Martha and Mary knew something about Jesus that most of us in the church are unaware of. This family has walked with Jesus and knew too well that He has the power to heal, including the sickness that had gripped their brother, Lazarus. They weren’t ashamed to be vulnerable to the master of their pressing need. Humbly, they beckoned on Him to come into their hopeless world.

Let Jesus words from our reference scripture set you loose today to live in the consciousness of freedom, that whether in pain or power, God desires to find glory in us.


“But when Yeshua heard it, he said, “This sickness is not to death, but for the glory of God, that God’s Son may be glorified by it.”John 11:4 WMBBE

Our God will not disregard our invitation when we humbly call on Him. It may seem like He had delayed sometimes but we should be steadfast and hold on to Him. He seeks glory in your pain and strength. He will not abandon. He will pardon. He will not cast us away forever. He will rebuild the ancient ruins for His glory. Oh, glory hallelujah, come O’ Lord


Prayer

Dear, Father I believe in You as a very present help. Today, I recognise your presence in me, altering the broken places of my soul, spirit and body for your glory. I surrender my potentials and opportunities. Use it for your glory, Jesus.

Father, It’s all about you — so take this pain, weakness, sins, and addictions and bring something out of it; rest for my soul and glory for Your kingdom. Take over, Spirit of Christ, and restore me to the original purpose of the Father; living for His glory all the days of my life. In Jesus name I have prayed. Amen!

DEATH • CALLING 


DEATH•CALLING•
Tired of journeying through dark

days, and the failures of life

Negative air filed her fragile lungs.

_____

She went through the fiery path of fear;

Waiting on fate, like a carriage, to take

her to the other side of life;

resting from her woes, forever.

___

After you’ve done all
After you’ve done all

____

Done all you’ve 

To do,

And life still seem unpleasant 

And crushing, within

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Don’t turn your back

Against the dream

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Push through the thick
Clouds standing before you

_____

Small steps

Little believing

Eyes set like a flint on the dream

_____

You’re consumed by your failures

You’re overwhelmed by their 

Expectations and criticism 

_____

The greatest, 

The legends,

The saints 

The rugged,

All went through their ups & downs

______

We are here;

Celebrating them

Don’t ever think they were super humans 

_____

What set them apart from those 

Who throw in the towel easily ?

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The will to pursue; feet bruised

The drive to march on; heart bleeding 

Their relentless soul, through the fire,

And the crashing waves 

_____

Don’t give up, my dear

Don’t give up fighting

You’re not far from breakthrough

Death may taste good,

But living; impacting lives

Is more rewarding.

In the grave, there is no Living

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So, live 

Live like 

It’s all you know to do well

Live, my friend

Live.

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If you stand

In the end you will smile.

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Copyright 5/12/16 :: a.g. McDaniels

SOUR GRAPES


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There was a mother who never knew love from no one.
Not even her own household.
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Daily, she will drive to the cemetery,
cursing the graves of her parents,
for bringing her to a dark world;
living with ungrateful souls.
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They fed her with sour grapes
Until her teethe was set on edge
She bite life without passion
Consumed with blurry questions
And the labors of her soul
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Where is my reward?
Where is my honor?
Does love exist?
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She danced in the dark rain
Wet with unanswerable questions;
Beating under her lungs like an
AFRICAN drum.
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Maybe, one day I will find love
Maybe, one day love will find me

Whichever way it happens—
Love must find a way through this
Frangible, weary, temple of mine;
Dancing with me to the altar of freedom
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Sadly, she never found love
Love never found her
Cause her hurt was so deep, wide,
And high than the walls of Jericho
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Ah, we go to cemeteries;
showering silver tears upon graves;
Wanting to hold and hug the dead
But the living is forgotten and not appreciated
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Too bad.
Sometimes, we wait till they’re gone
To the other side of life, before we
Appreciate.
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To all WOMEN, who feel downcast within —
I sent my love to you,
My wings i share with you –
To give you the momentum to rise
Rising unto another day
Another beautiful day
Filled with the fragrance Of Eden’s Roses
Happy Mother’s Day ❤
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NB: I wrote this prose poetry on Mothers Day (5/8/16)
Dedicated to all mothers who for some reason, been
broken by the unappreciative spirit of the ungrateful.
There are countless women around the world, who are
dealing with unexplainable pain – feeling lost and
neglect by society. I pray that God with baptize your
soul with His uncommon love to overcome the emptiness
within. You’re one beautiful strong woman – don’t give
up to the afflictions of life. God, even your God will
keep you from falling from the edge of insanity. Amen!

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McDaniels Gyamfi || 5\11\2016

LUCIFERS KISS


Friday.
Circa,
A.D. 2015
London,
England.

Lucifer asked me for a hug
Characteristic of him,
he kissed me; crawling into
this fragile heart – a rubble
home he made for himself,
and his his many cohorts.
Alas, i sit under the sway
of the puppet master, singing
blues

Copyright 2015 \\ McDaniels Gyamfi

O’ The Night Seasons


Like a dispirited spectator, watch his
favorite team, in a long losing streak;
He sits quietly, on
the cold wooden floor,
staring at the dark ceiling,
with a belly full of shame,
guilt, and pain. His mind;
running fast and furious, with
hard-core life questions.
He is on hell’s wheels,
with no destination, in sight.

Where do I go from here?

How do I go from here?

The void of hopelessness.
What went wrong?
Why, why, why me?
A whirlwind of;
Incurable disease, mix with dust
Lack and dark secret chains
Death of a love one, heartbroken
Rejection, unpaid bills, looms
Divorce and loneliness kicks in
O’ the night season, is long

O’ the pain is overwhelming
How I yearn for the crisp mornings;
Peace, life, and wholeness
Earth-maker, please bath my heart with
life, and free my soul, from the snare
of the Fowler.

Copyright 2014 || McDaniels Gyamfi

KINDNESS BLINDNESS


What if we all know the unknown?

What if your heart was mine, for a day or two?

Would you trade yours for my aching soul?

Tiptoeing through storm-tossed lives; blind.

Minding my own hurts and worry business

Blind and blank to the deep wounds of others

Coat of many colors, one common thread

The rich and the poor are not different

The good and the bad; different yet similar in…

Plaster this city with kindness and love

Your brush strokes evokes hope on my empty canvass

Please, don’t underestimate your smiles and compassion

The other day you flooded my heart with love:

I was on the brink of ending it all. [tears]

We are all actors on the same grandeur stage:

Playing the same kindness role, for a fantastic movie

How happy, the face of the Chief Director!

Copyright 2014|GOG|McDaniels Gyamfi

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