Rodney-Biamby blogRodney Biamby (67)     A Matter of the HeartPosted Thursday, June 05, 2008 (33 days 21 hours ago.) Viewed 98 times. The Arm of the Lord reached down to Earth,
scooping up dust giving man birth.
With skillful design and very much thought,
the hands of the Godhead gave man a heart.
That heart was glowing filled with God's light.
The man with God truly communed.
Transparent before Him there's no hidden rooms.
However, beguiled was the wife of man,
deceived by the serpent he ate from her hand.
Transgression set in like a cold dark grave,
the heart that was given now chained as a slave.
No more light only darkness would reign in that heart.
The man and his God not near but apart.
Darkness now covers the heart that once glowed.
There's no warmth, only hardness, like a stone it's grown cold.
Life is gone now reigns Death,
indiscriminately taking man's life, man's breath.
The heart grew colder and harder it seemed,
dastardly deeds being done and conceived.
Desperately wicked who could know,
the depth of the evil from man's heart would flow.
Bloodshed and warfare, hate and deceit,
sorrow and treachery, what is sown would be reaped.
That heart so harden there's no love to show,
only eye for an eye, blow against blow.
Affection so limited loving to hate,
the poison of sin, how heavy the weight.
Now heaven's restricted to a chosen few,
the gateway once opened nows locked and secure.
However, His love and His mercy is right.
He will not leave man in this terrible plight.
So again, straight from heaven His Arm was revealed.
The Godhead in fullness in the flesh concealed.
The Savior from heaven in the form of a man,
assigned to bring back the heart is the plan.
What a high price was paid, oh what a cost,
the Son of David to recover what's lost.
The blood that He shed spilled on earth,
redeemed men's heart, his position--new birth.
The heart now soften no longer a stone,
The heart filled with warmth no longer cold.
Restored to its place like back from the start,
Man and his God now near not apart.
Permalink Comments (2) My Soul is TormentedPosted Thursday, April 24, 2008 (75 days 15 hours ago.) Viewed 115 times. My Soul is tormented and I cannot take flight,
alone in a room overwhelmed in the fight.
My struggle goes on night after night,
no relief only pain, so goes my plight.
Perhaps, I'll sleep early and fool all my pain,
but the torments still haunt me I'm awaken again.
Tossing and turning all alone in that room,
my only companion, a deep sense of doom.
I cry out for mercy in the still of that night,
not a voice to be heard, there's no beacon of light.
My weeping is inner in the pits of my soul,
longing for comfort and a sense to feel whole.
My sighing seems constant, trapped from within,
there is no pleasure, my will has worn thin.
I've reached a plateau, what should I do?
My life has unraveled, there's no stick, there's no glue.
Oh, people they see me and think all is well,
that's far from the truth, my sorrows still dwell.
Well, the Buzzards have smelt me taking flight in the air.
Circling and circling for death appears near.
I can see them, so I name them, high up in the sky,
their names are all common urging this soul to die.
The Buzzards of Sorrow, Guilt and of Shame,
hover high over me but there's still more to name.
The Buzzards named Lonely, Despair and Fear,
fly over closely intent to come here.
There's that Buzzard named Hopeless swooping low for a peek,
smelling my soul, sensing I'm weak.
Yet, the biggest Buzzard drops down from his glide,
tearing my soul, he's called Suicide.
P.S To be continued................ my life .
P.S.S You shall not die but live and declare the goodness of the Lord in the land of the Living.
Per the Lord.
cc:
The Devil, the world, the doubters, my failures and those buzzards.
Permalink Comments (7) The End is Upon MePosted Friday, April 11, 2008 (88 days 20 hours ago.) Viewed 116 times. The end is upon me for all that I've done,
surrounded by enemies who think they have won.
We've got him now, there's not a way of escape,
the curtains drawn while the cords pull the drapes.
Hordes upon hordes from the enemies camp,
assail this poor soul with no exit to ramp.
It seems they have got him, like a bird he seems done,
unawares to these demons the battle's the Son's.
With His power and great glory the evil ones shook,
their doom is inevitable being sealed by the Book.
Trembling and fearful the tide has now turned,
destroying all enemies by the mouth of His Word.
Forever and ever His kingdom will reign,
no more death, no more sorrow nor things that cause pain.
If your end seems near having done all you can,
remember dear ones you are etched in His hands.
He will not forsake you, He will not forget,
He's given you freedom, He's ripped up the net.
Keep in mind that He loves you;His mind hasn't changed,
His promise is true unswerving never waned.
Be sure and remember that His mercies endure,
The Lord is faithful, good and pure.
Permalink Comments (4) Her Face was of BeautyPosted Sunday, April 06, 2008 (93 days 12 hours ago.) Viewed 84 times. Her face was of Beauty
Her face was of beauty when she entered the room, glowing and glowing that beauty consumed. I thought in my heart while entranced by her gaze, Hoping she'll come to me, before we part ways. her smile just dazzled, which sparked my desire, igniting a flame, igniting a fire.
We flirted so pleasantly just touching some points, while I watched all her movements that graced all her joints. I envisioned us elsewhere, like the park or the beach, holding hands, taking walks with the sand at our feet. For a moment I was lost being gripped by those eyes, blinded by beauty like the morning sun's rise.
With silence so golden our eyes seemed embraced, caressing each feature that made up our face. We laughed oh so shyly at how we had met, yet we slowly departed like the western sunset. I thought for a while as she left from the room, hoping that destiny would bring her back soon. My beauty had left me with part of my heart, with pursuit on my mind the adventure would start.
Her face was of beauty……
Permalink Comments (0) From the Pits of DespairPosted Monday, January 21, 2008 (170 days 5 hours ago.) Viewed 162 times. From the pits of despair my soul shall arise. From the ash heaps of my past my soul shall arise. My soul shall ascend from the depths of hell, to tell all the people that all is well. Though adversities come to sink my soul, my anchor is sure and will uphold.
At times I thought that I'm truly done, the enemy's triumphed, it appears he has won. Yet from earth to heaven, I see that hill, His hands stretched out, the blood that spilled. The enemies head has been eternally crushed, From ashes to ashes, from dust to dust.
Oh the depth and the sorrow of a lonely soul, isolated from loved ones and feeling cold. The feelings we feel like the depths of despair, the feelings that no one sees, does anyone care. Those feelings and thoughts that we choose to receive, are birthed from the enemy and meant to deceive. The fact of the matter which is truly true, the words of our God do endure.
The words of our God will weather the storm, The words of our God will bring with it calm. The words of our God will shatter false hopes, and secure us firmly by heavenly ropes. The words of our God will withstand, any devil or demon or the plans of man. The words of our God make weak ones strong, healing the feeble, making right what's wrong.
So from the pits of despair my soul shall arise. From the ash heaps of my past my soul shall arise. My soul shall ascend from the depths of hell, To tell all the people that all is well. Though adversities come to sink my soul, my anchor is sure and will uphold.
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