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The Secret Place

In the heat of the sun and cold of the storm,
In the threats life’s battles and fears of defeat,
When confusion frequents and becomes a norm,

And doubts, like a flood seems to wash away my feet…

I find solace in that secret place.

Where strength rises and drowns every fear.
Where courage abounds and crushes silent doubts.
Faith is restored by His Word upon my ear.

And victory beheld concerning future bouts.

It’s a secret place indeed.

I and my Father, together as One.
In spirit and soul, an unbreakable bond.
No more fears, for victory is won.

Loved and cherished, of me He’s fond.

Forever in that secret place.

 

©Peter Akhere
   August 2018.

 

The Maker’s Call

I hear your call
I hear it loud and clear.
I hear your voice
Through the cold and still air.
Your Will beckons
It calls forth my purpose.
“The time has come…”
“For thorns to bring forth rose.”
.
The cub in me
Longs for the lion’s roar
And the eaglet
Yearns for the eagle’s soar.
I want to be
All I can and should be.
And to behold
All I can and should see.
.
“The hour has come…”
“Just to show forth my praise.”
“The time is now…”
“To lift the human race.”
“A king-servant…”
“You have all these years been,”
“Now on the throne…”
“You’ll always be seen”
.
But I cannot
of myself reign and rule
For you without,
I’d be worse than a fool.
“I am with you,”
“This always, you must know”
“I am in you,”
“This always, you must show”.
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(C) Peter Akhere.

The Unseen Shepherd

What will has a
Puppet in the hands of a puppeteer?
Or of what say
Is the clay in the hands of the potter?
The creation
Is at the mercy of the creator.

The blind knows not the way he should go.
No! Except he be told by one who sees.
Many though blind through arrogance or
Ignorance seek to go ways they know not.
They stumble and fall countless times yet,
Advance to doom unknown in false beliefs.

I have been lost once yet with the
Knowledge of my destination.
I have been blind once yet with the
Awareness of what surrounds me.
Thanks to God, my destination
Draws near and my sight is restored.

Though my destination
May be sure, I know not when I’ll get there.
Though my sight is restored,
Even now, it still has not been of my eyes.
There’s a hand which shows me,
The way I should go and what things I see not.

 

(C) Peter Akhere