Psalms

The Horn Blows.

A song of ascents.

Of Ephraim.

To Fashola.

Falling down the abyss
Yet You always lift me up.
Blind in the wilderness
Yet You always guide me.
Thirsty, hungry
Yet You always provide for me.

Selah

The rock that lives through the ages past and present.
The rock that has watched battles lost and won.
The rock that has been weather by wind, rain and sun,
You precede it.

The sun which shines on the harvest of the toiling farmer.
The sun that reveals its face both on the lost and found.
The sun that hides its face when I mourn,
You made it.

The voice that dwells in Your faithfulness.
The voice that praises Your goodness.
The voice that cries out for Your warm and loving embrace,
You hear it.

You who precedes the battle before it commences.
Who guarantees the victory,
Even when the enemy’s number is like sand upon the seashore,
You are Alpha.

Even when the end looks impossible,
When the lots are improbable,
You put your bow in the sky
And I remember,
You are Omega.

For there will be dancing,
The timing is right.
The dry season is over.
Hear the horns blow!
The Promised Land is nigh.

E.K.

Every promise has a process. Enjoy it in the knowledge that the God that started that good thing will complete it.

“For the vision is yet for an appointed time; But at the end it will speak, and it will not lie. Though it tarries, wait for it; Because it will surely come, It will not tarry.”
‭‭Habakkuk‬ ‭2:3‬

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Give Me Faith.

A Song.

A Contemplation of Ephraim.

Seeing isn’t believing. Believing is seeing.

Father, I still feel the scars of Egypt,
Yet I have seen the milk of the Promised Land.
Father, I stumble in the wastelands of Hades,
Let your arm lead me through the plots of my enemies.
Father, when my spirit is nether,
In Your plan I will trust.

Selah

Father, do I hear You correctly?
Are my eyes clouded by the sandstorm?
Are we close to the honey?
Speak to me O God!
Let me know Your voice
And do not forsake Your servant.
Teach me Your ways
And fill my finite mind with Your infinite wisdom.

Lord if needs be,
Strip me to the very last branch.
Teach me in this season
To love in a new way
To bear new fruit.

For my faith stands like the trunk of a mustard tree
Firm in its roots and far outgrowing the seed,
Yet my leaves blow with the east wind,
Some hesitant and some withstanding;
Doubting yet expectant,
Believing yet not seeing,
Tasting yet not savouring.

E.K.

In Hebrew, Egypt means anguish/bondage. Your past. But God has taken you beyond that. He is the light at the end of your tunnel. The milk and honey of the Promised Land. The end of your situation. The fulfilment of the promise.

“Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.”
‭‭Hebrews‬ ‭11:1‬

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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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Stone Wall.

A song of forgiveness.

Psalm 151.

Of Ephraim.

After sinning against God, I felt like my prayers were hitting a stone wall. Lost on what to do, I was led to write down my thoughts. Amazingly, they began to take the form of a song (I had never written a song before). How beautiful and loving is God? He used my pitfall to be the start of something new in me. So here is Psalm 151 – a play on the last psalm of the Bible being number 150. I pray it speaks to your heart and soul.

Cleanse Me O God

From the very inside out.

Hear my voice Lord

As my heart longs to hear you.

Hear my pardon Lord

When I’ve turned away from you

When I’ve denied you,

Forgotten you,

And disappointed you.

But now I only want your will

I only need your power,

I only need your strength.

For in my iniquities You are strong

And in my weakness, You are mighty.

You have heard my cry

And You have seen my heart.

For Your Spirit heals

And Your Hand reassures.

You comfort

And you protect.

For only You forgive

And only You are just.

E.K.

“If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness.”

1 John 1:9

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