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Happy Birthday: An Embodiment of the Hidden Life



The day the history of this great gift begun,
was a beautiful Monday full of great promise;
Over two decades ago.
This grand masterpiece!
Made a thunderous entrance into his world
and with him came a bust of hope and sunshine.

Let me tell you the story,
Of this young and handsome chap,
He is a treasure that needs no pressure;
A royalty fearfully and wonderfully packaged,
Far from the fiery darts of the enemies.

Amidst the rage and violent rumbling of tempestuous seas,
To the roaring turbulence of the storms of life,
I consider myself a mirror image of a Divine love;
A love so kind and thoughtful,
Tender and full of grace and mercy.

Full of reassurance, compassion and overwhelmingly soothing
It makes me ask myself who I am
That His mind is so full of me.
I begun to ponder at the wonder
Of this great and dumbfounding love
Whose passion is deep and astoundingly amazing.


 I am light; a walking reflection and refraction,
Forged in the image of Christ,
Because of this mighty and powerful love
that found me and took compassion on me;
When I was lost, hopeless, reeking and drowning
 in the murky waters of this world.

In the miry clay of sin and addictions,
Where the devil held sway,
And kept me bound and groaning
Under his choke and bullish oppression;
That rendered my destiny and purpose
In a state of captivity and stagnation.

He looked down upon me unconditionally,
With a humble and selfless heart,
He pulled me out and wrapped me in His warm embrace,
Redeemed, restored and revived,
From the brink of destruction,
He renewed my hope and breathed His life upon me.


Now I can boldly look to The Great I Am,
In whom I draw uncontaminated breath,
In Him I live, I cleave, and draw the will
To walk in exceeding greatness and unstoppable exploits.

I have been initiated, into the Heaven's court,
Where I need no flogging to be a part of the brotherhood,
I  have a new name, a new script, and a new heritage,
I am royalty, adopted and aligned to His will.
I am awakened to the reality of my identity.


 Now I walk on the path of my destiny,
I walk in newness and total victory,
As a result of the power at work in me.
Now my eyes is opened to the fact I am not ordinary,
I have a voice desperately crying out for expression;
Nations are resident in me and waiting to break forth.
I am priceless, relentless and unstoppable,
I am a tree; full of freshness and life,
I will bring forth my fruits in it's season,
I will not walk in the counsel of the ungodly,
The rivers of living water that flows out of my belly
Will never go stale, stinky nor stagnated.

I will work in exceeding abundance and;
The great gifts that the awesome God
Has birthed inside of me will gain root,
It will nourish the nations of the earth.
I will be announced to my world,
Not as an irrelevant spectator,
But I will shine as light as I take center stage.


I am grateful for your manifold deposits,
That you enable me to carry gracefully without tutorials.
I offer my life to you as a living sacrifice,
Consecrated and drawn far away from the lusts of this world;
 and the perilous enticements of this end-time.

My passion and desire is to be held captive
by holiness all the days of my life;
Renewed, refreshed and refueled,
Mete for your use and approval alone,
Not for the world to manipulate,
 but as an extension of the word to populate.

I am royalty adopted into the dynasty of Christ,
As a prince placed far above principalities and powers,
Not from Arugaga, nor Awoyaya;
But a joint heir from the royal palace of heaven.
I am willed for a great and unstoppable purpose,
And I can't delay anymore nor drag my feet,
as the creatures await my manifestations.
I am quickened, strengthened and made strong
by The Power of the Holy Spirit;
And I am bound for great exploits
that will cause a ripple to the ends of the Earth.


I am not a Torchlight, candle or Lamp,
I am light, a fiery furnace set on fire by the Holy Ghost,
I am a terror to the camp of the enemies,
I am a battle axe, 
I am an oppressor to the kingdom of darkness,
Fire lives on the inside of  me,
I work no longer in fear,
I am not a slave to sin,
I will be celebrated to the ends of the earth.

Nations of the Earth will not rest,
Until they find me to bless and honour me,
Blessings will trail me from the North to the East,
Cascading from the South to the West.
 I will mount with wings like an Eagle,
My wings will not be clipped by the enemies,

Sweet Holy Spirit, grip me tight,
Help me not to die on the doorstep of my purpose,
Olowogbogboro, secure me in the hollow of your palms,
My life is hid in Christ with God;
Therefore I speak life and prosperity,
My expectations will not be cut short,
No weapons forged or designed against me shall prosper,
Every handwriting of ordinances
written against me are nailed to the cross.



Every contradictory counsel that exalts itself against me
is hereby silenced for my sake,
My head will be raised all the days of my life,
Every mountain that dares me shall be crumbled into ashes,
Every valley standing before me shall be leveled
And every crooked path shall be made straight.

You will make a way for me in the wilderness,
Rivers of water shall flow out of my desert,
My vision shall take shape and lead me to my destination in life.
I can feel a new thing coming,
In my life, let every other name fade away,
Help me to grow deeper in my walk with you,
Help me to enter new heights in you, and deeper inspirations and revelations.
Help me not to lose my identity all the days of my life.



Happy birthday to me; an embodiment of the hidden life,
Priceless, irreplaceable, precious and treasured,
A city set on the hill set to stand tall forever,
And conquering territories and unprecedented heights,
With a grace that can't be subdued and submerged.

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Debbie Hale said…
Wowww....this is gud

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