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Happy Birthday to a Nation on Guard

 

I will stand upon my watch, and set me upon the tower, and will watch to see what he will say unto me, and what I shall answer when I am reproved. (Habbakuk 2:1)

This the the story they want you to believe....

I have failed more times than I have excelled

I have fallen more times than I have risen.

I have struggled more than I have thrived

I have travailed more than I have prevailed

I have suffered more than I have proffered,

I have been cast down more than I’ve been raised up.

I have been defeated more than I have won

I have fallen more times than I have stood up.

 

I am the living irony of their destructive thoughts

and the deluded patterns they have constructed.

They are raving like brave cowards clustered!

They have encompassed and gathered

Only to meet a Nation on guard

Positioned and poised as a symbol of victory.

They are relieved in their Illusions

While I walk in my reality!

 

I am like a plot twist

With a cinematic inspiration of unpredictability!

And flustering suspense that will make you flutter.

Their warped minds cannot comprehend

Neither can it grasp the essence of my presence.

And the creative audacity that willed me into being.

 

You can put my back to the ground if you like

And watch me turn it into a groundbreaking!

Dear City, you have no reason to seethe.

When I ponder on the wonder of this season

It makes my heart yonder and soul flounder

This is a new season to be fizzy.

Not a time to become dizzy

Because my life is not a fleeting of broken promises

 

There is a long journey ahead of me

That constantly assures me I live a fixed reality

The one which includes great thoughts.

And beautifully furnished and patterned expectation.

When I proudly live and walk my truth

I won’t relive a coward lies meant to leave me entrapped!

Take me down the memory lane of gratefulness

So, I won’t become slain like a great fool!

 


I am a city set on a Hill

With an unrivaled and splendent luster.

My strut is like a royal resplendent!

Full of grace, finesse, and strategic poise

Ignited with passion like a man on a mission

Who am I You wonder!

In your question you find your answer!


I am a wonder! not a man on a wander

I am an unstoppable force!

The warrior that cannot be caged by a fire

Burn me all you like, you can never break me

Shake me if you dare to try, you cannot shrink me

 I am a man sent on an assignment yet not a consignment!

I am the answer to the questions you are yet to ask

And the solution your situation desperately craves


In a generation crying out for exploits and territory shakers!

With my wings, I soar so high as an Eagle

like a beacon that cannot be beckoned!

Cast me down ten times and be left dumbfounded

As you watch me rise a thousand times more!

What is joy without pains?

What is triumph without trials?

What is a testimony without tests?

Is there ever a miracle without a scar?

Do you ever celebrate a victory without a defeat?

How can a man value a rise without ever being in a fall?


They call it a struggle, yet all I see

is a catalyst that makes me stronger!

where some people see disappointments,

I have chosen to see it as this appointment!

Who dares predict the epilogue of a never ending story?


Some people may discard their scars

and choose to see it as a weakness!
But I regard my scars for it is a reminder

Not to forget how far I have come

and a remember to cast my gaze on my destination.

I wield it like the creative genius of the blacksmith;

The one that makes a masterpiece out of a batter.

You may talk of the calm after a storm 

but I am the storm that brings a calm.




Have you ever seen anyone cage that 

Which is out of their control?

You may try to tame a wild fire but I am a wide fire!

That smoke you never see coming until it hits your doorstep.

Not every bullish is an offspring of foolishness!
I make my boast in the Host of Heaven that never fails.

The covenant keeping God without of coven.

I swear my allegiance to the one who formed me;

Designed and patterned my purpose from before

I was willed into being from my mother's womb.


I am that grateful Child, 

the one you pulled from the mire of life;

That very one you rescued from the pit

before the enemy could make me disappear in a blitz

Like that thunderous rumblings that come with a blizzard.

You make me waltz into your court

Without needing no flogging like those in a cult

You bore my burden that I may be free!

What manner of love that the mind can never grasp.

The essence that fills my existence is because of your presence

Without which I would have been absent and long forgotten!


What makes me so special; or set me apart

That made your mind to be so full of me

Your selfless love is the reason I don't think my self less

You took me from the sand and placed me on the stand

Before I could get displaced and replaced without a trace.


Dear Heavenly Father, it is by your grace

That I do not live in disgrace!

It is because you shelter and keep me warm

That I have not being left battered in the cold.

When I am down, You help me pull through.

You lift me up where others have stood me down.

You shield me when others have shed me

You fill me with so much hope of a tomorrow!

 

Today is another tomorrow.

Just like yesterday was once a morrow

With each second bullishly obsessed with chasing minutes

This is not just another hour; it is another day!
to remind myself of the validity of my journey

And the shadowy reminder of my destination.

There is no hesitation  because my definition

and very essence of my being is becoming

That which you have willed me to be.


I pray that I will never become a prey

May I never stray but remain stayed in your cover

Under the Shadow of your wings, I remain kept;

Preserved and secured for a great and unstoppable purpose.

I take my place because I know I can never be displaced and replaced.

For you are my Keeper and you who watches over me

Does not sleep neither do you slumber.


May I not stumble into a rubble, neither fumble into a crumble.

Keep me humble, so I won't be humbled!

In a nimble, let their camp be jumbled!

Until they land is in a wamble.

I will never be crumpled neither rumpled!

In this new season, I look ahead and not backwards,

I cast my gaze above and not beneath.

For the Great I Am makes me who I am

I shall become that which I meant to be

Because my light begins in the tunnel 

to usher me safely to my destination.

 

I am not a limper but a leaper;

Neither will I go out in a whimper

But like a glimmer I start from a whisper

Metamorphosed into a blinder of volcanic eruptions;

Unstoppably reverberating and resoundingly captivating.

Happy birthday to an extraordinary being,

A creative expression of God's manifold gifts

and a living manifestation of great exploits you cannot exploit!


I am a living proof that you cannot proof read

Because the One who has written me

In the Palm of His hands is mindful of Me

and the Commander in chief of the Universe

is not a God of mischief but the one

Who brings the counsel of man to naught;

and before their wrought, He pours down His wrath.

He is my shield, my defender and Keeper

and in Him I will will continually live;

and have my being for He is always by my side

I cannot be distressed by my rest!

I am a missile and not a missed aisle

like a groom dumped at the altar.

This is Me, Don't miss me!

Rather than take flight, I will stand

Notwithstanding. in the assurance of victory

in the fight that had already been won from before I was born.









 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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