Sunday, June 28, 2015

Take me to the water's edge.

Genesis 2.10
And a river went out of Eden to water the garden;
and from thence it was parted, and became into four heads.

Take me
Take me to the water's edge
Where the brooks bubble forth from dry ground
Where waters run deep_ the forth merging around
To become one.
One body; one flesh
To water the Eden garden of His Presence
Lord;
Take me
Take to the water's edge.

On top of that cliff overlooking His expanse of seas;
Oceans gathered together like a swarm of bees_
                                                                  I see
                                                                  I see His Majesty like a billion stars washing on the sandy beach...
The Evening star sets on the glistening water's of the distant horizon
I marvel at the beauty that enraptures my heart of clay
In awe of the One who set the Light to govern the day
But brings darkness and makes us rest yet it's not meant to stay
For weeping may last the dark night but joy in the morning is all you'll say.
So Lord take me
Take me now to the water's edge_ that I may wonder & marvel You in every way.

Take me
Take me to Pison_ that which compaseth the whole land of Havilah
Take me to the water's of God; the water's of gold_ gold that is good as the Heart in'Ya...
Let mine feet touch the banks of Gihon in Ethiopia
Let the springs of Hiddekel East of Assyria
redeem me from this poverty can utopia
Let me swim in Euphrates
Let me bathe in it with my Mate
Let me worship Him; kiss His Feet; & sleep at His Gates.

As the four rivers; the four living creatures
Let me marvel at His Presence in Eden
And let the life giving water's overrun the cup of me
As I decrease as He increase

Let my love for Him never cease
God_ just take me to the water's edge

For all I need is a touch of your garment
                          a kiss of a Word
                          a drop_ a trickle
                          a torrent_ a river
From the water's edge_ Your flood gates open for I am not afraid
Your Blood washes & cleanses for I will never be dismayed

Take me
Take me
Take me to the water's edge....

MervellerInc

Monday, May 18, 2015

Maua! 🎶




                                           By my good friend Eric...to the Glory of God.😄

Monday, May 4, 2015

Delilah.



Unbreak my heart...teach me how to unlove you again
That I may find peace; joy...calm. That which I seem to search in vain.

That which I did to be here I know not
The action that led me to this hurt I do not_
understand
I can't fathom and neither can my soul comprehend
_ the end I seem to have arrived at
_ the bend I seem to have mistakenly turned at

I don't know... I don't know.
So please tell me. Tell me and if not You then someone just tell me...
Tell me why I run to you...,Sin, knowing that you will break my heart!
A promise that we will never once part
Yet a minute after you leave disappointed...hurt!

Unbreak this heart.

Perhaps it was that unpermitted kiss_
Perhaps in the darkness of the night_ where danger looms & evil abounds
In the void of the unknown blackness...deep in the sheets of forbidden grounds
...when my heart melted in a lustful purse of the lips...

Perhaps. Perhaps. Perhaps that was the advent of my woes...
Perhaps it was, when deeply infatuated, and like a bitch on heat so did the flames of this unworthy dance ignite!
So was this painful passion sparked_ set afire to burn the demons within that I fight.

So I pray thee_ Oh please unbreak this heart of flesh
Heal me Oh Lord that I may start a fresh

A lifetime of sin to live I do tire...
Unbreak the heart that has been shattered by sweet sweet sin  Delilah...

Saturday, March 14, 2015

Friday night Campus...


It's 3:45pm... He sits on his seat feeling ever uneasy.
He tries to wonder what it is the foolish lecturer is trying to prove by still being in class.
He looks at his watch...3:59pm. It's as if time is not moving at all.
He tosses and turns on his seat till he is asked what it is that makes him so uneasy...
The lecturer eyes him waiting for an answer yet deep down inside he knows well what it is that ails the young man...
The young man eyes him back burning to yell ''IT'S FRIDAY YOU FOOL'' yet only manages to breathe out a weak ''nothing...sir''...
The lecturer resumes his class.
The student resumes his anxiety.
4:00pm

Like a queen she sits before her mirror admiring her endless beauty.
Like one excited to meet a lover she combs her hair in anticipation.
''Today he will finally prove his love for me''
''Today is the day that we become a couple''
Her heart leaps with inner joy. Her face glows with radiant beauty...
She looks at her watch...4:30pm

He runs away from class
Before the hour of truth will finally pass
He runs to meet up with his sweet sweet lass
To caress her neck, and grab that ass
Yet oblivious is he...
Of sin that may lead him to HIV...
A broken heart and an ended career
A life un-lived; in pursuit to meet her.
5:00pm

6:00pm...they walk the streets of Nairobi staggering towards their doom...
So early yet drunk; who was to know that such is what happens right after noon?
They dance till 7...drink till 8...
They are together from 11...in bed immediately after that date!

12midnight...
The hour many prefer not to prowl the street corners that are as insecure as the hearts of the innocent.
A time to rest as one yearns the weekend that draws ever so near...
Yet such is not so... for the sighs you can hear...

In the darkness of the night; under the thick cloud of secrecy...
Behind closed doors and under the sheets of infamy...
She crys out his name...
His fingers run across her velvet hair; their tips combing the combed hair
His lips purse onto hers in deep passion as hearts melt without a care
The contours of her form are ever so vivid in the darkness of his closed eyes...
He can see her, as she he, as the two become one soul.

The light of the moon illumes the starry sky
The heat of the cold wind whistles in tune to their sigh

4:00am
12 hours since the foolish lecturer imprisoned him in class.
12 hours now...and he is in the bed of a beautiful beautiful lass.
 ''Best 12 hours of my life'' he ponders.

5 to 6...a kiss; a hug
6 to 7...I'll miss you..my girl...
8 to 11 a class; a lecturer.
12 to 2 have lunch like a master.
2 to 3 we walk where no one will bother...
3 to 4...my son, you are a father!

Nothing serious...just Friday night campus!