Dear Lord! I thank you for the victories of last week and for journey mercies You granted Me, My family, My Friends, My enemies and My Nigeria. Saving Father! Blessed Redeemer!! Loving King!!! This week, I trace my way back to where I first met you. Where you turned my darkness into light! Lord, you know it hasn't been easy with me and I have not been faithful in carrying my little cross. I know I... have left my first love and I have been dragging my feet in following you. Heavenly Father, as I reflect on the PAINS OF THE CROSS, I also embrace the PASSION OF CHRIST and the PROMISE OF CALVARY. Lord as I find my way back, let My Family, Friends and Enemies also find their way back and let those that have not known your Son accept Him as their Lord and personal saviour. And above all, let the Lordship of Christ be enthroned in My Great Country Nigeria. I ask all these in Jesus Name. Amen!
Our Land was pure. The grass was green. Our Water was clean. The leaves could cure. We drank from the stream With leaves bridged to the rock as cups. As we laved our body under the heavy drops, Our body needed no cream. We were at peace The Palm wine tasted like honey. The village square was our group chat. Words were strong and laughter from the heart. Love was not bought with money. Our Farms yielded with interest. We had enough to eat and ship. Our eyes are closed when we sleep. We worked, worked and had our rest. We were not at war Our Merchants traveled South, West and North. With products of trade for exchange of coins. Women were married not just for groins. Deals were made, no one was fought. Then came the experts with hats and guns. They took our lands and made us Roomers. They deceived our neighbors and made us brothers. Our rights were taken and we became their puns. We were just neighbours They joined No