Archive for March, 2012


Posted: March 27, 2012 in Poetry

This song, His song, cause I know why am singing it

This soul, His soul, cause He saved it when no one could

This life, His life, cause in Him I live and move and have my being

This joy, His joy, for the joy of the Lord is my strength

This strength, is his strength, for His strength is made perfect in my weakness

This peace, it’s His peace, for He gives peace that surpasses all human understanding

This love is his love, cause He showed the ultimate proof of love, laying down one’s life

This hope, His hope, Christ in me, the hope of glory

This grace, it’s His grace, while I was still a sinner, Christ died for me,

This faith, His faith, for faith comes by hearing and hearing His word

This rest, is His rest, for He carries my heavy burden

This truth, His truth, Jesus is the way, the truth and the life

This regeneration, His doing, for it His will that we be sanctified

This gift, its His gift, for salvation comes only from the Lord.

These, all these are His.

Let’s not boast in anything for no one has nothing that wasn’t given to him

Let’s only boast in Jesus Christ and the power of the cross.

For we are nothing apart from Him

This, this is His.




Posted: March 23, 2012 in Songs

When I can’t see you, When I can’t feel you

When troubles make more sense to me than your word

When I can’t hear you, When you’re so distant,

When sorrows and tears consume my every night and day

When all that I am just wants to let go

I let go….go to you

I let go cause’ you are in control

I let go, cause you remind me

I am not my own, and this world is not my home

I let go.

When tears fill my night, When pain is my cup

When peace and security are far from what I know

I let go….go to you

I let go cause’ you are in control

I let go, cause you remind me

I am not my own, and this world is not my home

I let go.


Posted: March 21, 2012 in Thoughts of a Broken Vessel

So, on Sunday I was priviledged to see Gor Mahia fans doing what they do best, supporting their team. No, I wasn’t in the stadium I saw them from afar. That’s true, I have an alibi. Men, these people have zeal. Just looking at them and you are left wondering if maybe they are being paid on a first come basis. You don’t want to derail a Gor Mahia fan when he is on the way to the game, what am I saying, they won’t even allow you.  These fans are diligent, faithful and loyal to their team. I mean, nothing would come in the way of their game. One would rather break or postpone an important engagement than miss the game. They stick with the team through the good and the bad. Woe unto the person who dares open his mouth against this team, especially when they are in a crowd. These are the kind of people you look at and you almost want to join them in whatever it is they are doing. They are an enigma in themselves. That’s the day when a beautiful, elegant, well mannered lady will put aside all these mannerisms for the sake of the team. It’s the perfect date for some. Only heaven knows what night happen should the team loose. Then, the rocks will turn into mouthpieces and the words will hit you hard. When Gor Mahia has a game, it’s Gor Mahia Sunday, don’t mess with that.These people are after a course, they know who they are, what they represent and how exactly to conduct themselves.

When I saw all these, these characters exuded in these people, I thought to myself, “I wanna be like a Gor Mahia fan.’  I want to be like a Gor Mahia fan as far as God is concerned. I want him to be the team and I, the fan. I want it to be so evident what and who I represent, who my vote is for, who it is I support and for people to know the lengths I would go to for the sake of my team. I want to be like a Gor Mahia fan faithful and loyal to the core. Unmoved by the trials and hardships that come our way because I know my team will surely bring the victory home. I want to always be raising the flag of my team oh so high . I want to be like a Gor Mahia fan, zealous in what I do and doing anything and everything for the team. I want to be like a Gor Mahia fan,very punctual as far as the game is concerned and ready and willing to break off other engagements because my team beckons. I want to be part of the story and not just hear from people what has happened. I want people to look at me and just feel drawn to join me in my team because my devotion has some form of magnetic pull on them, because, the character I exhibit can’t be found in any other team. I want to be able to put aside my ladylike manners and get into the murky waters or anything for that matter for my team when duty calls. I want it to be such that anytime there’s going to be an encounter, it’s just the perfect date for me, wouldn’t miss it for anything. I wanna be like a Gor Mahia fan, compose songs for my team and adore my team. I want to be ready to contend for the truth that my team stands on and ready to speak up boldly when asked about my team, my reasons for being in it. I want to be ready to give up my comfort, walk in the afternoon scorching sun, risk a stampede and sometimes even death, when my team is playing. I want to be like a Gor Mahia fan going where my team is and always singing its praises unashamedly. A Gor Mahia fan is what I want to be, being like a Gor Mahia fan is what I long to be. Where you are the wind and I am the paper, blow me in whichever direction and I will go. I will not ask questions, I will not complain, I will follow you. I will follow you to the stadium, where the action is at, chant your name, raise your banner high and watch as you reveal yourself to the nations.

Lord help me be like a Gor Mahia fan.

Grace and Peace.


Posted: March 14, 2012 in Songs

Just as a man to the wife, You left your home

To be one with your bride, You cleaved to your bride

You formed her, You chose her, You prepared her for this day

And the bride has been waiting, longing for her groom

And the bride has been praying in groans no words can tell

For she longs for that day…..When she’s…

Finally free, In His everlasting arms

Finally free, Heaven sweet home

Finally free, sin I doth bid thee goodbye

Finally free, yes, I am free

The wait has been dreary, the bride has fell at times

Though the promises are sure, it’s been hard for her to trust

She gave her heart to some, who did nothing but destroy

Now she lies in pain and grief, wondering how long she’ll have to wait

When she’s….

Finally free, In His everlasting arms

Finally free, Heaven sweet home

Finally free, sin I doth bid thee goodbye

Finally free, yes, I am free

Your word is what has kept her to this time

Your love is what assures her you’ll come back

For to this end you purchased her, to this end you gave your life

Now she can smile, now she wears her gown

For she knows, the day is almost here

And she’ll be….

Finally free, In His everlasting arms

Finally free, Heaven sweet home

Finally free, sin I doth bid thee goodbye

Finally free, yes, I am free

This is a sermon I have paraphrased preached by Charles Spurgeon. God used it to help me through a tumultuous period, hope it blesses you too. I have never heard an expository on Songs of Solomon  like this.

Text: Songs of Solomon 2:16 – 17

“My Beloved is mine, and I am His, He feedeth among the lilies. Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.”

Though the substance be in us as in the teil tree and the oak, yet we do loose our leaves, and the sap within us does not flow with equal vigour at all times.

1. Communion may be broken

The spouse had lost her Beloved, constant communion with Him was gone, though she loved her Lord and sighed for Him. In her loneliness, she was sorrowful but she had by no means ceased to love him, for she calls Him her Beloved. She had not lost assurance of His love to her and of their mutual interest in one another, for she says, “My Beloved is mine, and I am His and yet she adds, “Turn, my Beloved.” The condition of the grace does not always coincide with the state of our joys. It is plain from this sacred Canticle, that the spouse may love and be loved, may be confident in her Lord and fully assured of her possession of him and yet, there may be for the present be mountains between Him and her. Do not therefore, condemn yourselves because a cloud is over you, cast not away your confidence, but rather let faith burn in the gloom and let your love resolve to come at your Lord again.

When Jesus is absent from a true heir of heaven, sorrow will ensue. We will be in deep lament. This sorrow is described in the text as darkness, implied in the expression, ‘Until the daybreak.’ Til Christ appears no day has dawned for us. We dwell in midnight darkness, till our Lord like the sun arises and ends the night. The spouse also speaks of shadows ‘Until the daybreak, and the shadows flee away.‘ Shadows are multiplied by the departure of the sun, and theses are apt to destroy the timid. We are not afraid of real enemies when Jesus is with us but when we miss him, we tremble at a shade. The spouse’s worst trouble was that the back of her beloved was turned to her and so she cried, “Turn, my Beloved.’ When His face is towards her, she suns herself in His love but if the light of His countenance is withdrawn, she is sorely troubled. Our Lord turns his face from us but never his heart.Draw near to thy Beloved yet again for without The our night will never end. When communion with Christ is broken,  in all true hearts, there is a strong desire to win it back again.

2. When communion with Christ is broken, there are great difficulties in the way of its renewal.

It’s much easier to go downhill than to climb to the same height. The spouse speaks of mountains dividing her from the Beloved, she means that the difficulties were great and not just great but many, thus, mountains. Fear whispers to her, “Will His light ever return, will it ever be daybreak, will the shadows ever flee away?” She felt like the psalmist when he cred out, ‘My sin is ever before me.’ The pain of the Lord’s absence becomes intolerable when we fear that we shut out from him.Then the spouse realises that the difficulties in her way are insurmountable by her own power. She does not even think of herself going over the mountains to her Beloved but she cries, “Until the daybreak, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.” I love to see a soul driven into that close corner and forced therefore to look to God alone. The end of the creature is the beginning of the Creator. Where the sinner ends, the Saviour begins. We fix our hopes on Him alone.

3. Here arises that prayer of the text which fully meets the case, ” Turn, my Beloved and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of divisions.”

Jesus can come to us when we can’t go to Him. A roe or a young hart are well suited animals for the mountainside. It is the way of Christ to come to us when our coming to Him is out of the question. Rom 5:8 Our Lord’s coming into the world was unbought, unsought, unthought of, He came altogether of His own free will, delighting to redeem.  In us is fulfilled that ancient word, I am found of them that sought me not. If He came to us while we were yet sinners how much more now that we are friends? Our text gives us the assurance that our Lord is at home with those difficulties which are quite insurmountable by us. Just as the roe and the young hart know the passes of the mountains. He himself took our infirmities and bore our sickness. It is easy for Christ to come to us over the mountains for our relief for it is to this purpose that he was ordained from of old. What is it that separates us from Christ? He can deal with it.


With Love.