Wednesday, 25 May 2016

MY BROTHER

Valiant hero, soldier of the Cross
Mighty man of valour – with grace made
To conquer the enemy and its armies – sent
The very blood of Emmanuel in your veins runs

A great task is your call – certainly
Unto Adoption called – to manifest God
To raise high the emblem dripping with blood – commissioned
Holding forth the Words of Life

The king of the Babylonians is building statutes
Balak king of Moabites is giving free party
In such a time as this, oh mighty soldier
What manner of man should you be?

Elders are getting old and need your support
When packed by angels Moses will be,
Will you be found a worthy Joshua for the task?
Or will you be of those wanting to return to Egypt?

Is there no Phineas within the camp
To put an end to the plague brought among you?
Is there no David with a testimony
To defeat this uncircumcised Goliath of Laodicea?
Can you not be a Gideon or an Elijah for the Lord?

Were they not men of like passion?
From Joseph to James and Paul
From youth consecrated to the Lord – to fight
Did they not with boldness proclaim the Name of Jehovah?

The clock has struck, it’s going Home time
What will your testimony be up yonder?
Unto blood they were tested – yet they remained faithful
How much more you who lives in the time of human rights?

The entire creation is waiting on you
Nature awaits the manifestation of the sons of God
Will you now be positionally placed?
Or will you continue to ground the mills for the Philistines?
Valiant hero, will you bow to the god of this evil age?
Or will you rebuild the Temple of God?


Saturday, 21 May 2016

ELLE CRIE!

Entendez-vous la voix qui crie?
Le bruit amer de femmes et d’enfants
Qui, sous le soleil brulant des contrées
Subissent pire que la cruauté?

Elle crie, cette patrie chérie
Ils meurent, ces peuples détruits
L’Afrique bénie de nos ancêtres plaide
Pour une seule minute de silence

Quand elle subit viols et meurtres sur son sol
Quand un petit bébé pleure le cadavre de sa mère
Quand un père est forcé à violer et tuer son enfant
Le monde, ne le voit-il pas ?

De Beni à Chibok, dans les villages cachés
Le nombre de ces morts bat tous records
Et pourtant il n’y a ni convention, ni sanction
Pour la dignité de ces vies aussi humaines

Qui entendra le crie perçant de mon peuple?
Image après image, son humiliation
A parcouru l’attention veine des medias
Justice sera-t-elle faite pour cette Afrique qui pleure?