INCOMPREHENSIBLE

I want to praise my God

The Almighty with words & phrases

that English language cannot fully define 

words that will have your faces puzzled 

because they defy grammatical structures,

rules of concord and might not be understood by English doctors

words like The Alagbara, phrases like Aribiti Arabata

words that get you speaking in tongues - shakabata

I want to praise my Jah with ancient words 

that will throw the gates of heaven ajar 

because my papa will be dancing and laughing

Hahaha 

and be saying things like that’s my boy,

he might not know how to speak Queens English 

but he indeed knows how to speak my language

I know he is the Alpha, because he instituted time

& because he always heals in time, I know he is the Rapha

and because he never leaves me nor abandons me

he is my Shammah

the righteous judge who sits on the throne of light 

I’m talking about my Shaphat

and from the throne of grace he spreads his wings over me

 my banner; the Nissi

the Nissi who sees as the Roi

& because he sees, he is the perfect shepherd, my Rohi

the Elohim, common say Hello to him

He who sits in heaven, the Bashayim

and restores all that is lost as the El Ashyib

I praise the sovereignty of my Adoney

El Magowr who washes away all my agony

English can attempt to define these words & phrases

but these definitions will never bring Shalom

because no English dictionary tells you that peace

is a geographic location, but I'm resident in peace

matter of fact the King of Peace is my father

& the Prince of Peace is my brother

matter of fact, I am chilling in peace while I deliver this piece - Peace

I want to praise my Lord with phrases like 

Abasi Ibom, Oluwa Effizy Chibuike, the Shaddai

who is the all sufficient I AM 

grammatically I AM is an incomplete statement

but who can quantify the everlasting completeness of El Olam

the Lion & the Lamb

a perfect oxymoron that makes perfect sense to even the atheist moron

don’t mind my grammar but do mind I AM 

for in him is life, and in him I found my wife

and if you build your marriage on Selai, My Rock 

no man can put asunder, no divorces

no forces can force this apart

because we are bonded by the Agape 

the only one whose nature is indeed love 

I praise you Love, I praise you Lord 

I praise you I AM, because when I need a provider You tell me I AM Jireh

 & when I am bullied, you tell me I AM the Lion of Judah

so you roar until Hades confesses that you are JEHOVAH 

The self-existing Almighty one

In my weaknesses and frailties I am confident of your mercies

because you are El Nas and El Rachum 

Lord I want to praise you with incomprehensible words like

Reglara ban derogo sesto escalaraba Reguloveoragre brandigero… till thy Knigdom come 

and when it’s all said and done 

You remain the Omega

GRATITUDE

On a scale of A – Z my worth could have rated as a non-existent alphabet without the predestined thoughts of the Alpha God. I mean what value was attached to me when Christ scanned the radar and saw a man lying in the trenches, battered by the onslaughts of a battle he should have been prepared for by simply acknowledging that God was and is God. 

When He heard me mutter with parched larynx and scarred lungs for help, he showed up even though I never even asked for His help. Seriously, who offers help when no one asks for it? My background meant nothing to Him, He wouldn’t be deterred by the faults that growing up had engraved on my thoughts, He looked way past the stupid insecurities that I had no business purchasing, and He chose to rightfully trust this mind full of lust… He chose me 

Funny thing is He didn’t just clean me up… He’s still cleaning me. Sometimes the sponge gets a bit rough as he consciously rubs off the unconscious scales that I have welded to my subconscious. Sometimes it feels like scalpels are being sunk in every facet of my personality to excavate the skeletons that I had buried with the white flags of bluffs. And when I open my “under the refinery” lips in complaints He hushes me into silence – “No whitewashed walls” He says, “we can’t just paint over these cadavers, the stinks will surface”

So I simply grumble still not aware of the load of good the refinery is doing me… I’m learning to know… Sometimes it takes dreams for me to realize that I am still on course, still undergoing the course of faith, because at other times the pressure of the wanton world blinds my naked vision. Sometimes only revelations wink at me when I browse my 66 Books manual, a rare occurrence as Facebook, twitter, DSTv, and the media have me on the regular. 

Still He continues the work, which He alone could start and only He can conclude amidst my rain of frailties. Not budging, not reneging on His promise to never leave me, nor abandon me… remaining a true homie, the ruler of the home called me, providing and being the shepherd even though I definitely don’t act like the sheep… I wonder why He still believes I can amount to the original intent that initiated my creation. 

If He still thinks I am worth it, then I am… Hmmm

For the many days that I ran back to my slime… as I still do… For the many days that I doubt that you would ever value my coarseness… For the many days that I let go of the mission in pursuit of what was in my peripheral vision… For the many days I forget the enormity of The Call… For the fact that you never ever kicked me out and shut the door… 

I just want to say Thank You Dad… You rock.

For the journey so far, Thank You