LOVE IN WINTER...

Snow flakes falling,
Cold winds blowing,
Trees and leaves, dried and wilting,
It's Winter, and every one seeks the warmth of Summer,

But as I look around, the roads covered in white,in a pile,
Cars stuck in the snow, trying to wad through the white, to the next mile,
I am reminded that sometimes, like Winter, my life becomes cold,
Sometimes the flakes of troubles and struggles leave me shivering and cold,
Baby, it's at such a time as this that I need your love,

I need your love in the winter of my life,
When the blizzard and snow storms of hardship and challenges descend on me with strife,
When I am trying so hard to wad through the pile of fallen "snow of slowness", and I'm stuck,
When in the process of my motility through the unpaved path of my life, I hit a rock,
When every one else seem to have left me in the cold and loneliness of my Winter season,
Baby, I would need you to keep warm and strong as I press on with reason,

So, this is my proposal: please be bye me in the Spring of my life,
When all around me is green, clean, and blossoming; and I'm looking so alive,
Continue with me when my Summer comes, and the heat of things set me on a glorious adventure,
When there is so much joy and celebration in the air of my life, and all I see is a bright future and a sunny picture,
And please don't desert me when my Winter comes and I'm stuck in the snow storm of challenges,
When my progress slows down, my green turns to brown and my clean becomes dirt, and I can't make any changes,
Please be my Love in the Winter of my life,
Keeping me warm and strong, helping me stay alive.

WHAT MATTERS MOST...

So sharp like I'm blade, popping in my shades, clothes so "designers", looking very nice,
Living very large, my mansion on a 16-acre expanse, cruising in my Porsche, my life sweeter than sugar and spice,
A money hero, writing checks with a whole lot of zeros,
Money so "many", I have it many, this is not funny, like the capital of money, I conquered poverty like Cairo,
But in the midst of all of these, I ask, "Are these really What Matter Most?"
Or is there more to life than these?

For I rather be the hope of the helpless babies,
Than the titillation of desperate ladies,
So, I ask again, "What Matters Most?",
To expend money selfishly on myself, looking like I'm straight from GQ magazine,
While others roam the streets with nothing to eat, not even a dime?
To rule a the top, not considering those at the bottom, basking in the fame and power I now possess,
Forgetting where I once was, while others gifted and talented like myself , waste away without a chance to show their prowess,
I want to be on radio,
Ruling the airwaves, like a king of the stereo,
Yes, I want to be on T.V,
Own my own show like Mrs. Winfrey,
I want to be a media mogul,
Be the people's idol,
So I work very hard, never staying idle,
But then I pause to ask, "is that What Matters Most?"
Or is there more to life than these?

Would I exchange my soul for wealth,
Living life without a single thought of death?
Would I exchange high ratings for bad and degrading content,
Would I tell the people what they want to hear and not what they need to hear, with intent?
Would I fold my arms and watch many die unfulfilled without realizing their full potentials, ever?
Would I rock designer shoes, while many walk bare-footed in the hot, scorching sun of the summer?
And yet I say, "I'm living the dream"
Would I live in a mansion, totally indifferent to the others plight,
While many lie out in the cold of the winter, with no shelter in sight?

Really, What is it that Matters Most to You?
The fame, the wealth, the accolade, and the acquaintance of a powerful crew,
For I realize that when we are faced with death,
Our lives hanging on a thread, we are almost out of breath,
Then all the things on which we lay utmost importance, become irrelevant,
All the materialism unto which we hold with tenacity, becomes insignificant,
All we become concerned about is our soul,
To make it alive becomes our only goal,
It tells me that above all the fading materialism of this world and the vanity of our mortality,
Is our soul, our final destination and eternity,
So, I ask; when the curtain is drawn, and your work here is done,
And you appear before the almighty, what shall be your story; What Really Matters Most to You?

HOW BIG IS GOD?

As I reminisce about some of the old Christian songs we sing,
I'm reminded of one that says "we serve a very big God",
But as I consider the lyrics of that song, within my heart I could hear a thought ring;
A God that created the heavens and the earth must be a very big God,
So, here goes the question, "How Big is God?",

When I consider the depth of the Atlantic and the width of the Pacific,
As I look across the Himalayas, and gaze in awe at Mt. Everest, within me, a feeling is specific;
It's a feeling that leaves me awe-struck, and amazed,
Then I stare into the vegetative complexities of the Rain forest zones in my mind's eye, and I become dazed,
Just immediately, that thought is re-awakened-a God that created all these must be a very big God,
And the question remains, "How Big is this God?"

After much meditation, cogitation and contemplation, there is a revelation;
Within me as to how big this God is, the glory of His might has filled my comprehension,
The purity of his personality, and the mystery of his divinity,
Is beyond the realm of man's mortality,
Did you get the picture yet? Stay with me,

He is a God so big, he holds the sands of the seashores in the palm of his hands,
He is a God so big, he measures the span of the firmaments with the breadth of his hands,
A God so big, he sits on His throne and yet the whole world is before him,
A God so big the seas and waters are parted by the blast of his nostrils,
Yet, some still ask, "How Big is God?",

And I tell them, this God is so big, he is at every place at the same time, so I call Him Omnipresent,
He is so big, that even the mysteries of science to Him are simple, so I call Him Omniscient,
Listen, this God is so big, his more powerful than the most powerful, so I call Him the Omnipotent,
In case you are still asking, "How Big is God?",
Look no further, for here is your answer;
This God of whom I speak turns the gigantic forest trees into dancers,
As they sway from side to side by the wave of his hands,
Ah! This God is so big that the hills and the mountains respond in one band,
And mother earth quakes, when they hear the sound of His voice,
But, my joy about this God is that in spite of his size and might,
He still hears me when I call in the middle of the night,
He still dwells in the body of an infinitesimal me, by His spirit,
He still loves me and cares about my soul and spirit,
He still hears me when I call, and picks up when I fall,
Now you know that this God is big enough to fill the expanse of the earth with his presence,
And yet wonderful enough to occupy the small space within my entity with His spirit and presence,
Hallelujah!