Psalms

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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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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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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