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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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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Psalms

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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