Psalms

The Lost Sheep.

Of Ephraim.

I am the lost sheep.

The black amongst the white,

The one out of the ninety-nine,

The prodigal son.

Unworthy yet welcomed.

Once a sinner but now a saint.

Lost yet now found.

My own feet led me to the brink of despair

But His hand led me to pastures green.

It is His outstretched hand

That saved me from the Pit of Hades.

It is His rod of sustenance,

That is my reminder of His mercy for me.

He has taken me thus far,

And promises me further beyond the horizon.

Though the trail may be rough,

Though the path may be tough;

Take His hand, child

And clasp onto it.

His hand will be your shelter,

He will guide you every step of the Way –

Through the waters

And the coals of fire –

He is the Way to the land of milk and honey.

E.K.

“I am the Good Shepherd; and I know My sheep, and am known by My own.”

John 10:14

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The Heir’s Helmet.

A Psalm of Ephraim.

“To be aligned with Christ is to be aligned with His heart. To be aligned with His heart is to be aligned with His will.” E.K.

Blessed is He who hears the formulation of our thoughts toward Him.
Blessed is the Lord for His mercies never run dry.

Selah

Align me Father!
When my feet are not cemented in your will.
Loose me from my folly,
Chasten me when my wisdom overtakes yours.
For now I stand on your Word,
I stand tall in your promises.
On the cliff overlooking the battle,
I shall not fear,
For you keep my weapons sharp
And my armour ashine.
And I will take up my crown,
My helmet,
My identity in you.

E.K.

“But as many as received Him, to them He gave the right to become children of God, to those who believe in His name: who were born, not of blood, nor of the will of the flesh, nor of the will of man, but of God.” John 1:12-13

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Blinding Lights.

A Psalm of Ephraim.

“Revive our gaze upon Your face and expose the things that have taken Your place”

– Eric Gilmour

Behold the one who cannot be mentioned in the same breath as man.
The angels continuously cry “Holy, Holy” at the mere look of His shadow
For His true light blinds the eyes of all who gaze at Him.
Lo! The lamb whose wool never greys
His radiance illuminates the sun itself!

Worthy is He to be praised!
E.K.

“One thing I have desired of the LORD, That will I seek: That I may dwell in the house of the LORD All the days of my life, To behold the beauty of the LORD, And to inquire in His temple.”
‭‭Psalms‬ ‭27:4‬ ‭NKJV‬‬

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A Letter to Royalty.

A Psalm of Ephraim. To Maximen.

Yes Son,
I hear your every prayer.
Did you know I catch your every tear?
Every drop of sweat
Blood shed,
Every hair?
Even when you are all alone
I am there.

My daughter. My princess.
My fair damsel.
Why are you in distress?
Do you not know my love for you
Stretches beyond Lucifer’s pitfall of despair?
Can even the breadth of the oceans compare?
Even when you fall
Do you not know my love will chase you to the ends of the Earth?

My children.
Lest you stumble on the path that is narrow
My angels will lift you up,
Far above the clusters of Pleiades*
And into my unblemished glory.
At conception you were marked with my seal
And bestowed with my crown.
Even when man disappoints
I AM the I AM.

King. Queen.
Serve this generation.
I am still your God.
You are still breathing,
Still living.
Thus it is not yet finished.

God speaks.

“And behold, the LORD passed by, and a great and strong wind tore into the mountains and broke the rocks in pieces before the LORD, but the LORD was not in the wind; and after the wind an earthquake, but the LORD was not in the earthquake; and after the earthquake a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire; and after the fire a still small voice.” 1 Kings 19:11-12

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Senses.

A Contemplation of Ephraim (Inspired by Psalm 22).

To Akoto.

Ever prayed and wondered and even doubted if God had heard your prayer? Or worse, if He had forgotten about you?

Very relatable.

O God do you not hear the every prayer of my lips?

Is it not you who adheres to my needs?

Do you not see every tear that spills from my cheeks?

Are you not with me in the furnace and waterfall of fire?

Surely it is you who scents danger for my sake?

For the colour of my tears in the day runs like the blood of warfare

In the night it mourns aloud

Grave like the widow behind her veil.

Where art thou O God?

Let the generations past and to come know of Your name

Active One, take hold of my bearings, my troubles

Do not let me be tossed to and fro,

Let Your foot be my anchor in deep.

Guide me, O bright Morning Star, to the land of milk and honey!

There I will taste the goodness of Your palace!

I will feast on your banquet of love and grace!

I will rejoice, for your presence is my reassurance and my peace.

E.K.

My God, My God, why have you forsaken Me?
Why are You so far from helping Me,
And from the words of My groaning?
Psalm 22:1

[King David the Psalmist]

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