Psalms

Blossoming Breakthrough.

Of Ephraim.

The song of the plowing season.

“If you cannot affect a situation physically, seek to affect it spiritually” – Alexander McLean

LORD my skin is parched like

Waning soil in a famine.

My roots appear lost, non existent

Were they ever existent?

This seed that once promised much

Now promises nothing much over little.

But is a closed promise

Not a closed faith to the Promiser?

I will keep tilling the ground

In wait of this new spring.

Only then suddenly,

A new thing blooms

In the midst of adversity

In the midst of the famine

In the midst of doubt.

The out of season,

Unexplainable, improbable

Divine provision.

This seed beat all the odds,

This seed defied the norms

This seed settled the scores;

For as long as this tree towers tall above the rest,

The LORD is the King on the throne.

E.K



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“Then He said, “To what shall we liken the kingdom of God? Or with what parable shall we picture it? It is like a mustard seed which, when it is sown on the ground, is smaller than all the seeds on earth; but when it is sown, it grows up and becomes greater than all herbs, and shoots out large branches, so that the birds of the air may nest under its shade.”” Mark‬ ‭4:30-32‬

His whole Kingdom is rooted upon the principle of supernatural growth. Will you trust in His process?

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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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But Your Love.

A lament.

A Psalm of Ephraim.

To Egbue and James.

Father, my flaws are too great
How can I walk with You?
In one season, lust thunders at my door
In another, doubt grips my neck in the night
Guilt chokes my conscience
And worry makes my heart squeeze in fear

How can You still call me Your child?
When my spirit man starves
And my flesh thrives?

How can I even lift my eye towards You?
Can I even sing a note of praise to Your name?
How can I lift my head in the shame of my wrongs?

There is no pretending
I am no angel, no son of Yours.
Nor leader no shepherd.

Why do you still love me?
How do You still love me?
Can I really be Your son?

Time and time again
I fall from Your grace
Fall short of your glory
Again and again,
I show I am not worthy of You.

But Your love.
Gives me peace
Keeps me sane
Pushes me onwards to the finish line.
My only solace
Your love.

This is the psalm from the rock bottom of my heart. The darkest hour of my walk. Dare I say I felt like my walk didn’t exist anymore. I had sinned again. And this time I had affected my closest friends.

I only made my way out of that dark period because of His love. His love that loved and continues to love me unconditionally. Despite everything I have done. He loves you this way too despite your past. Just step into His warm embrace.

E.K.

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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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