HE WILL STILL BE THERE

There is a special kind of happiness that comes when you step into a new year. The happiness even increases when you know that you have a God who is always by your side. Since this is my first post for the year, I dedicate this poem to you and to me because its my birthday........

HE WILL STILL BE THERE

When the storms of life blew
He was there
When the ocean billowed
He was there
The floods came rushing in
And the rivers overflowed their banks
God was there
Through the thick and the thin
Even the highs and the lows
God was still there
Yesterday, today and always He remains the same
He was there, He is still there
And I know, even in the years ahead.....
He will still be there

Happy new year and
Happy birthday to me!!!

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

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

IT IS MUSIC

IT IS MUSIC It appeals to the young and old It's available to the rich and poor It's adored by all tribes and tongues It's appreciated by religions all over the world It is music 🎶🎵🎹🎧🎻🎷🎼 For loneliness, it's a companion For depression, it brings comfort For illness, it gives healing For sorrow, it offers joy For lovers, it is the power of love It is music 🎶🎵🎧🎷🎺🎤🎸 When words fail, it speaks When hearts fail, it mends When storms rage, it calms When violence rise, it can reply It is music 🎼🎶🎵🎹🎤🎸🎧 It delights the soul It soothes the mind It calms the nerves It edifies the spirit It gives rhythm to the body Yes! It is MUSIC 🎶🎵🎧🎤🎼🎻🎹 (To all the lovers of music) Written by: Alice Asuquo Photo: Google

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