The Color of Truth:

Truth,
It reflects every other color
Black can not comprehend, she rejects her and flee
When forcefully mixed with another, will it remain?
Such a vesture she is
The color of truth is white

Men hate to wear upon them, for it reveals the dirt
When  they do, they hide it beneath the dark
Choking it with a rope
Stained, if washed with others
To fade by and by
The color of truth is white

She stands and works alone
Yet! Not sweet to the taste, nor pleasant to the ears
She needs no explaining
When vexed sore in your hiding, she burst open like a new wine in an old vessel
Hide her not, she can’t be hidden.
The color of truth is still white

WHO IS MAD?

   

  This morning as I was going to work, I saw this “mad” woman. She was so hungry that she walked up to a tea man (Mai Shayi) and gave him ten naira (#10) for a piece of bread. He looked at her at a glance and tried to shu! her away forever. She stood her ground with the money in her hand unshaken. When he could not bear the embarrassment any more, he gave her a piece of bread then. She received the bread and presented him the money, but he refused to take it. She got frustrated I guess and dropped the money on a concrete slab beside his service hut. Then his reasoning came alive to prompt his empathy…I couldn’t picture the rest of the drama because I advanced in my strides.

              As I walked on, I pondered deeply about the whole event that transpired. Then I asked myself: “Who is actually a mad man or woman?” Look at it; this “mad” woman knew that money is to be spent in the acquisition of needs and wants, if you should add, and instead of exhibiting the characteristics of a certified mad fella by going to the tea man and grab a loaf of bread from the table, she used some money she recognized as ten naira to get her need lawfully.

              I have come across ‘mad’ people in my life that truthfully did not sound mad at all. I conversed with them, and would swear they were not mad at all. I was giving one money some years back when I served in the east, at least once a month. One day I brought her the money like I was used to and she stopped and asked me, “Why do you give me money?” She said. I was like: Wow! This woman is not mad after all. So I said: “because I want you to buy things”. And she said: “Thank you” and I answered, “You are welcome”. I was moved to start helping them when one day still in the east, I went to the market to buy stuffs, and I saw this “mad” fella at the market buying stuffs too! I tell you, the trader took the cash without hesitation. Then I figured out how much right they have like we the “not mads”.  Countless experiences have I had with “mad” people that convinced me that it must have another definition of what they exhibit than be called madness. Thus, I have come to learn that as you see people in your eyes, so did you place them in your heart. Our actions stems from our hearts.

               Who is truly a mad fella then, is it not that fella that has lost his/her conscience? I am so sure that a mad fella is a thief; a robber, that one that divert funds put under his care to care for the masses; he that do no justice; he that has no truth upon his lips; he that curses; he that trouble others; he that does countless evil; he that’s got love for no one, and it is  also that man that does not fear and respect God – Yes, that is a mad fella. 

COME, THOU FOUNT OF EVERY BLESSING. Lyrics

COME, THOU FOUNT OF EVERY BLESSING

“Samuel took a stone and…named it Ebenezer, saying ‘Thus far has the Lord helped us.’” 1 Samuel 7:12

Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,
Mount of Thy redeeming love.

Sorrowing I shall be in spirit,
Till released from flesh and sin,
Yet from what I do inherit,
Here Thy praises I’ll begin;
Here I raise my Ebenezer;
Here by Thy great help I’ve come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.

Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood;
How His kindness yet pursues me
Mortal tongue can never tell,
Clothed in flesh, till death shall loose me
I cannot proclaim it well.

O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.

O that day when freed from sinning,
I shall see Thy lovely face;
Clothed then in blood washed linen
How I’ll sing Thy sovereign grace;
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry,
Take my ransomed soul away;
Send thine angels now to carry
Me to realms of endless day.

  John Wyeth (1770-1858)

Words: Ro­bert Ro­bin­son, 1758; ap­peared in his A Col­lect­ion of Hymns Used by the Church of Christ in Angel Al­ley, Bi­shop­gate, 1759.

Music: Net­tle­ton, Wyeth’s Re­po­si­to­ry of Sac­red Mu­sic, Part Se­cond, by John Wy­ethJohn Wy­eth, 1813

  Robert Robinson (1735-1790)

Annie’s Song – John Denver Lyrics

Annie’s Song – John Denver Lyrics

            You fill up my senses

Like a night in the forest

Like a mountain’s in spring time

Like a walk in the rain

Like a storm in the desert

Like a sleepy blue ocean

You fill up my senses

Come fill me again

            Come let me love you

Let me give my life to you

Let me drown in your laughter

Let me die in your arms

Let me lay down beside you

Let always be with you

Come let me love you

Come love me again

Let me give my life to you

Come let me love you

Come love me again

           You fill up my senses

Like a night in the forest

Like a mountain’s in spring time

Like a walk in the rain

Like a storm in the desert

Like a sleepy blue ocean

You fill up my senses

Come fill me again

Take a Message to Mary – The Everly Brothers Lyrics

Take a Message to Mary – The Everly Brothers Lyrics

            These are the words of a frontier Lad

Who lost his love

When he turned bad...

            Take a message to Mary

But don’t tell her where I am

Take a message to Mary

But don’t say am in a jam

You can tell her I have to see the world

Or tell her that my ship set sail

You can say she better not wait for me

But, don’t tell her am in jail

O! Don’t tell her am in jail

  

                                   Take a message to Mary

But don’t tell her what I’ve done

Please don’t mention the stage coach

And the shot from a careless gun

You can tell her I have to change my plan

And cancel out the wedding day

But, please don’t mention my lonely cell

Where I’m gonna pine away

Until my dying day

            Take a message to Mary

But, don’t tell her all you know

My heart’s achin’ for Mary

Lord knows I miss her so

Just tell her I went to Timbuktu

Tell her am searching for gold

You can say she better find someone new

To cherish and to hold

O! Lord this cell is cold

Ma-a- a-a-a-ary, Ma-a-a-a-a-ary

O! Lord this cell is cold

LET THE REASON BE LOVE:

LET THE REASON BE LOVE:

“If you love me because I am rich

What if the riches fly?

If you love me because I am beautiful

What if I lost my beauty?

If you love me because I am tall

Will you not be tired of looking up?

If you love me for my fame

What if I am no more in the limelight?

If you are sure you need me

You can make me the light in your eyes

True love is unconditional

It has no reason – it is foolish

Yes! It has to be foolish to be true

Yet! You are not a fool for falling in love

If you love me for a reason

What if the reason is gone?

What if you don’t find another reason?

What if this is all that I am?

Will you still love me?

If you are searching for a reason

Because you can not love me for no reason

Let the reason be love.”

I Have Been Searching. Lyrics -

I HAVE BEEN SEARCHING:

1. S –          There was this time

All –       Hmm...

S –         I looked up to the heavens

All –       Hmm...

S –         I heard in my spirit – there’s one above all

All –       One above all

S -          I’ve been to places

  I’ve been to churches

  Searching for Jesus

  All of the earth

All -       All of the earth...

S -          And now I know

   Jesus you’re close by me

   I know from the scriptures

   Lord...my Jesus

All -        Lord...my Jesus

S -           Say it now

                                                “I - have - been - searching

                                                I - have - been - waiting

                                                For - the - man - Jesus

                                                All - of - my - life” 2x

2. S -            I called out to my brothers

All -        Hmm...

S -           I called out to my sisters

All -         Hmm...

S -           I called out to my friends...

    I said, hey! I’ve found Jesus

All -         Hey! I’ve found Jesus

S -           I climbed up to the mountain

All -         Hm!

S -           I sailed out on the waters

All -         Hm!

S -           I flew through the skies

    Proclaiming Jesus

All -         Proclaiming Jesus

S -           Say it now

    (Repeat chorus)

3. S -             Lord! Would you let me down?

   O! Please, stand by me

   In the time of my trails...

   Uh! Jesus

All -        Uh! Jesus

S -          Would you receive me home?

   When all my work is done

   Giving me a crown

   Setting me on high...

All -        Setting me on high

S -           (Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!

(All echo) -          Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!) 3 xs

S -           Uh! Sweet Jesus

(All echo) -          Uh! Sweet Jesus

S -           I had been searching

   (Repeat chorus till fade)

S-            O! I’ve found him 2 xs

S -           Now, I’ve found him – (Slow fade)