A Call for Justice, Deliverance & Hope for Change

Oh, That the Woman…!

Oh that a woman would desire him who sees beyond her bombshell looks and dives into the beauty of her inner being.

Oh that a woman would want to be pursued by one who loves her for better or for worst, in riches or in poverty.

Many a man with qualities like gems hard to find, but lacking mountains of dimes
and romantic words that rhyme,
have been forsaken for the “bad boy” type, a sweet talker,
with nought but hollow charms.

Oh that the woman will surf on waves of Reason, walk the way of Wisdom and ignore the voice of Delusion.

Oh that the woman reborn will…

Arise!

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Blessings, Motivation, Inspiration, Restoration…

David

DCE69B15-D160-4A80-8D36-54AD8F8280A8.jpegDavid was a shepherd boy ignored by his father, brothers and even Samuel the prophet like a discarded toy.

They saw only his appearance and concluded “He is irrelevant” but his Heavenly Father saw his heart and set him apart as significant.

Chosen by God the Father as one offered a signet ring, the prophet had no choice but to anoint David as king.

He defended his people by slaying Goliath when grown men trembled and fled in fear. A small feat for one with godly strength to defend sheep by fighting the lion and bear.

A wise and worshipful king he became, though a “foolish thing” to most he appeared as a boy.

Indeed many trials and suffering David did bare, but praise God the Father that abundant favour to David He did not spare.

Not only was David raised as king, but from his line came Chist Yeshua, the great Shepherd and King of kings.

12-Oct.2018 DENyamekye

Poem inspired from Biblical account of the life and trails of David, son of Jesse who became the king of Israel.

“God has chosen what is foolish in the world to shame the wise, and God has chosen what is weak in the world to shame the strong.” (1 Corinth. 1:27 CSB version)

God told Samuel the prophet about Himself “The LORD doesn’t see things the way you see them. People judge by outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart.” (1 Sam 16:7 NLT)

Jesus said “Look beneath the surface so you can judge correctly…” (John 7:24 NLT)

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Blessings, Motivation, Inspiration, Restoration…

Joseph

A29A5628-1CBE-4AB7-9862-E4340D0CE02A.jpegFamine, He called upon the land,
but God had a divine plan, so He sent Joseph His beloved son.

In slavery he was sold, in prison he was thrown but to save him there was none.

In God’s appointed time, the king had a dream, though among his gifted counsellors interpretation was no where found.

“But wait! a prisoner in chains is the key” uttered Pharaoh’s waiter with no charge or fee.

So Joseph void of strife, interpreted it as a message from God to preserve life.

His feet with fetters were loose so that matters of administration they could pursue, for the king “made him lord of his house, and ruler of …his substance …to teach his senators wisdom”(1), we know this to be true.

His earthly father’s coat of many colours was a childhood privilege, while heavenly Father’s many favours shows in adulthood his life spoke a clear message:
Set apart, to ensure men lived and did not die, a Christlike life given for many regardless of nationality, race or hue.

-Inspiration from the book of Genesis’ story of Joseph & Psalm 105.
-Quote (1)from Psalm 105 vs 22-23

©011017DENyamekye (amended 04/10/18)

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Humanity Part 1: Destructive Mind and Acts · Oppression & Depression

The Man Child…Still

Commemorating Mental Health Awareness day (10/10/2018) a poem (inspired by the image below)

The Man Child …Still

1260F993-B18F-44F0-A6EB-39E2A8DBA378.jpegThe contours around 

his eyes are cracked 

with smile tracks.

They hide internal

frowns, a well-worn 

mask.

Speaking to please,

he engages in many a 

tiresome task for 

accolades and praise. 

Still, his inner man

hears the voices of dread,

feels dad’s hands hitting 

his head. He wants to run, 

but no where is there to hide.

So he fakes strength 

and a life of fun.

Anything goes for

ecstasy and mirth.

Still, his inner child

dreads the break of day 

sits cross-legged, 

head buried as in sand,

wishing he would die or be

blown away.

Still…

©️20-Oct.2018 DENyamekys

Blessings, Motivation, Inspiration, Restoration…

Born to Excel

3018452C-513E-4EC6-AA4A-FFEBF9B80E45Your small strides to fulfil projects, achieve the impossible and bear great fruit even with a lot at stake.

Within your entrails dwells wisdom reaped from terrains of sweat, toil and many a mistake.

Tear buds will drain their tears of joy when others gain from the risks you take, so don’t give up on your dreams, nor ignore your gifts with thoughtless haste.

Born to excel, believe me, is your fate.

©️9-Oct.2018 DENyamekye

A Call for Justice, Deliverance & Hope for Change · Uncategorized

The Question

Scratching heads
they wonder when people will arise, take their destinies by the horns, say no to Mr Hijack of dreams so that reams of blessings for others will flow like streams in patched land with nothing of worth to show,
‘cause life is now for many like a merry go round.
Dizzy they oscillate.
Round and round they go, not forward but oppressed between past and present they perpetuate.

Beating chests
they wonder when things will change and humanity will release a hit album with a sound of love that is real instead of lyrics of hate and hollow promises spelling out their fate ‘cause many suffocate in the land with nothing to celebrate under a spell of make believe love, sinking deeper they perpetuate.

Scratching heads.
Beating chests.
Sure they wonder,
‘til when or is it forever?
Will they act or just ponder …round and round, sinking deeper and deeper…

©️22-07-2018 DENyamekye

Reflection: At times as one of the masses we wonder about the goings on and want to act, but yeh it is easier to go with the flow. What is our conscience saying to us about such and such and what is our mandate in relation to all, some or even one of these issues? Do we know? Do we care to act or are we just happy pondering, but never acting so as to make a difference?

Blessings, Motivation, Inspiration, Restoration…

Where I Call Home

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There are many towns, cities and countries I could choose, even where my mother and father were born.

But this is where I choose to call home. This place in your bosom. In that secret place, in that special room.

I have travelled miles searching for truth, looked here, there and everywhere, even in the stars and a-top a stony hill, but found it no where, except in this place I choose to call home.

I was invited to a so called feast of everlasting peace, only to drink the broth of chaos.

Then when I remembered where I first met the Prince of Peace, I made a fast retreat to that place I choose to call home.

When looking for that place, don’t take the broad way with tinsels aglow rather choose the narrow way, unbecoming but where truth and peace are in abundant flow.

©️26-Jun-18 DEN -The Witness

Humanity Part 1: Destructive Mind and Acts · Oppression & Depression

The Cracked Mirror

 Her name was worthy.

She lived on abundance street, things were plentiful so was her guilt towards those with little, it was so pitiful.

With the best education in her quiver, knowledge as power was not great for it led to self debasing and the sinkhole of depression.

Showers of expressive love felt like pins and needles bruising her body as she decoded massive hate was at the pinnacle.

Words of kindness were like darts hitting her heart as she defined the glare of their eyes as cold and calculating.

Sought after by many who saw her as wise, she obliged, though hated the popular ride, so at times she would feign sickness and hide.

She rolled her eyes when her name “Worthy” was praised, crying out “why me and not them!”

Her inner self she deemed unworthy to be trapped in a life where she always felt guilty.

Escape she finally did in the  cracked mirror of her destiny to create for herself a reality in that place of her preferred identity. 

©️16-June2018 DEN -The Witness

Times, Seasons, Places and People

Wisdom Speaks at Summer’s Berthing

Whether the sky’s face is grey and its tear drops fall daily on the earth as though in remorse,
Summer is on her berth and is here to stay her course.
It’s a season we judge not by her countenance whether bleak or gay.
Her worth is vast and more precious than meets the eye so mortal man is not fast to judge.

Listen to Wisdom speak.

Wisdom proclaims her breaking forth is as the dawning of a new day;
An era to arise and shine as the sun does beam it’s rays on a Summer’s day.
A time to wear a smile of contentment and be clad in the cloak of gladness sown in Spring from a tapestry of God’s victories in the Autumn of oppression and the Winter of discord.

Wisdom speaks of her as the season to reflect on God’s truths so as to deflect from falsehood, discard the unproductive and disregard the immotive.
By her, productive and active shall you be. Able to invest and harvest not in haste, but in God’s heartfelt rest.

Listen to Wisdom speak: “For everything there is a season, a time for every activity under heaven. A time to be born and a time to die. A time to plant and a time to harvest.”(1)

His speech of renewal at Summer’s berthing until she departs, is what Wisdom hears from Father in every season and sees Him doing for whatever reason.

“Wisdom is the Principle Thing” (2)
Listen to Wisdom Speak.

©Deborah E.Nyamekye 20/06/2016

Scriptural inspiration: Quotes no.
(1) Ecc 3:1-2 NLT.
(2) Wisdom is the principal thing; therefore get wisdom: and with all thy getting get understanding.” (Prov. 4:7 NLT)

Blessings, Motivation, Inspiration, Restoration…

My Restorer, Giver of Fortitude

My Restorer, giver of fortitude, to you I sing this song of gratitude.

As an object I was discarded, still I aligned with them though dejected. 

Then you came along and composed for me a new song. 

Love-filled lyrics sweet to my ears awakened my soul, ’til then among the lifeless throng.

My Restorer, giver of fortitude, to you I sing this song of gratitude.

You unlocked the truth of my worth and sang oracles to reveal the miracle of my birth.

With thanksgiving I eat of your goodness and drink from your fountains of joy.

With gladness I enter your gates of renewal, far away from the dungeons of those that destroy.

My Restorer, giver of fortitude, to you I sing this song of gratitude.

©️3-Jun2018 DENyamekye