TOTAL SUBMISSION

From the depth of sin
He called you forth
Cos like a sheep, you went astray
But as a caring shepherd
He brought you to the way
Your sins he washed away
And your debts He had to pay
Crown of thorns He chosed to wear
Your very sins He accepted to bear
With His life, He paid the price
That costly price you lacked to pay
Therefore by right of redemption
You are His possession
You must show full appreciation
And live unto God in TOTAL SUBMISSION

Alice Asuquo

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THINK OF THIS

How good is a house if its not a home How good is a tree if it bears no fruits How good is a garden if it has no flowers How good is a clock if it cant tell the time How good is are friends if they cant care and share How good are eyes if they cant be used for sight How good are ears if they cant be used for hearing How good is a nose that cant be used for breathing How good are legs if they cant be used for locomotion How good is a mirror that cant reflect images How good is a phone that cant be used for calls How good is a heart that cant pump blood How good is a book that cant be read How good is a youth without a dream and How good if your life if you are not living for Christ Remember a life without Christ is a life in crisis written by Alice Asuquo

A mother's love

Its a love so divine and true A mother's love cannot be compared to another It is as sweet as honey... A taste that remains palatable Throughout a lifetime Her love is as warm as wool She goes through the hustle and bustle To ensure that life for her child is pretty cool As steady as a rock Mother's love remains unchanged Amidst faults and wrongs of her child She forgives A mother's love is as gentle as a dove She's always there with a dose of love Mother remains patient as Job Through the thick and thin Even the highs and lows Quietly teaching and correcting in love For the hope she has ...

SLAVERY AND ETERNITY

Kidnapped and stolen from homeland Their capture was brutal and inhuman For a terrible voyage each was branded Hot coals to the skin was much dreaded Packed into hot and dark holds of slave ships Everything were they given accompanied by whips Surviving a loathsome and terrible voyage Death was an only way out of bondage Years have passed since slave trade ended Still many live in fear and some in hatred Some willfully go into worst slavery Thinking not of freedom because they move freely Unfortunately everyone is born a slave But can choose to whom he/she is enslaved Fearfully many go for evil And become slaves to the devil When oft with luxury they are blindfolded Many forget life after they are dead But unto God we are not slaves but sons Wearing crowns as bright as the sun On the day of that great morning When in beauty it shall be dawning Which gate unto you shall be open That to peace or to an oven Written by Precious Eze For Favour Bulletin

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