tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730869185455560692024-03-08T03:36:03.572-08:00Patmos CollectionsNana Awere Damoahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625571786078183810noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673086918545556069.post-28344714828196514602010-06-19T00:31:00.001-07:002010-06-19T00:31:15.746-07:00Loss Taught Me - a poem extract from 'Excursions in My Mind'Loss taught me. <br />
Loss taught me that death comes <br />
Both to the old and the young. <br />
<br />
Loss taught me. <br />
It taught me that I won’t have people around me forever. <br />
The good I need to do to someone today, <br />
I may not have the opportunity to do tomorrow.<br />
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Loss taught me. <br />
It taught me that what I have is the present. <br />
The future lies only with God, who knows it.<br />
<br />
Loss taught me. <br />
It taught me that life gives<br />
No advance early warning in many cases. <br />
Events happen without notice, <br />
We must be prepared at all times.<br />
<br />
Loss taught me. <br />
It taught me that life must be forged <br />
In the midst of hardships. <br />
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Loss taught me the value of tears. <br />
Just as the rains come down to wash away debris and dust, <br />
Tears unleash can bring relief.<br />
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Loss taught me.<br />
It taught me the priceless value of friends. <br />
I would have lost it but for friends. <br />
For friends who care. <br />
For friends who pray.<br />
For friends who visit.<br />
For friends who text and email.<br />
For friends whose words I rely upon to keep sane. <br />
And the greatest friend of all – Jesus.<br />
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Loss taught me the strength of faith. <br />
Faith in a God who understands. <br />
Faith in a Saviour who gave His all. <br />
Faith in a Comforter who walks by my side.<br />
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Loss taught me the relevance of family. <br />
And it brought strongly to me the responsibility I have <br />
Towards my wife and children.<br />
Towards my parents and my siblings. <br />
Towards my flesh and blood.<br />
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Loss taught me about the frailty <br />
And transient nature of man. <br />
It taught me humility. <br />
It taught me about the urgency of service, <br />
Of touching lives, <br />
Of mentoring, <br />
Of legacy. <br />
Of making hay <br />
While there is still sunshine and life.<br />
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Above all, loss has made me a better person. <br />
I don’t take things too much to heart. <br />
I can smile at irritations. <br />
Loss has taught me <br />
to enjoy the journey of life, <br />
not just the destination, <br />
To smell the roses, <br />
To watch the setting sun, <br />
To laugh <br />
when something is funny. <br />
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Loss has made me <br />
Look at work/life balance <br />
In a whole new light. <br />
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Loss has made me <br />
Look at future decisions <br />
In a whole new light. <br />
<br />
Loss has really taught me.Nana Awere Damoahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625571786078183810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673086918545556069.post-75751382237488516632007-07-05T00:30:00.000-07:002007-07-05T00:31:19.626-07:00Poem 21: Blest GraceOh what blest grace<br />We from grass can raise<br />To enjoy in fullness the joy<br />Only Christ’s blood can buyNana Awere Damoahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625571786078183810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673086918545556069.post-7234352998351323662007-07-05T00:29:00.000-07:002007-07-05T00:30:25.481-07:00Poem 20: OvertakingWhen the Lord will decide<br />That His blessings reach <br />His holy saints<br />Even the whole of hell<br />Cannot stand its velocity <br />Of approach!Nana Awere Damoahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625571786078183810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673086918545556069.post-32041508299277492702007-07-05T00:27:00.000-07:002007-07-05T00:29:35.413-07:00Poem 19: ForgivenessOh how hard the heart is<br />Harder than flint this fella is<br />Struck with the bullet of hurt<br />This fella hardly will melt<br /><br />If only for once he will reflect<br />On the love of One he can’t neglect<br />On whom so much love showed<br />When on the cross His blood flowed<br /><br />He demonstrated His love in this<br />That when His grace we still did miss<br />He came from glory above to die<br />So we can life find<br /><br />If only the heart will consider this<br />Then it will surely hurt dismiss<br />Out of his bowels forgiveness will flow<br />Knowing that’s the only way it can gratitude showNana Awere Damoahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625571786078183810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673086918545556069.post-7047098715100604172007-07-05T00:05:00.001-07:002007-07-05T00:05:40.009-07:00Poem 18: The Lord's ChurchI established my church<br />I nurture my body<br />I guide my ministry<br />I sustain my vision<br />I am the Lord<br />The church, the ministry<br />Is mine, not yours<br />Why fret?Nana Awere Damoahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625571786078183810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673086918545556069.post-7765659536613517852007-07-05T00:00:00.001-07:002007-07-05T00:00:37.772-07:00Poem 17: IntegrityGoing against the tide<br />Keeping my integrity intact<br />Hanging on to God’s standard<br />A constant challenge each dayNana Awere Damoahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625571786078183810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673086918545556069.post-62048995115713064012007-07-04T23:58:00.000-07:002007-07-04T23:59:37.359-07:00Poem 16: Whispering WindsSsssh!<br /> Hear the<br /> whispering winds<br /> Cold frigid winds<br />Balmy? Soothing? No<br /><br />The wind bits<br /> The heat hits<br /> Sharp as the needl’ point<br /> Painful, biting, piercing<br /><br />Next step<br /> Where to, I ask<br /> The blackness ahead<br />Is there a light, a beacon?<br /><br />My eyes grow dim<br /> Senses numb from hoping<br /> Dull faculties, overstressed<br />Stress, burden, pressed down<br /><br />Whispering winds<br /> Whispers of comfort<br /> The source same as<br /> The breadth of life<br />Strength for tomorrow<br /><br />Whispering winds<br /> Fresh from above<br />Source? From a dove<br />Love sacrifice gave<br /><br />Whispering winds, grace<br /> Occluded in love<br /> Fresh from above<br />Given to face the morrow<br /><br />I receive,<br />Lord, I perceive<br />I acknowledge<br />Lord, I accept<br />I am refreshed by<br />your<br />whispering winds<br />Of GraceNana Awere Damoahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625571786078183810noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673086918545556069.post-2106933833475466472007-07-04T23:52:00.000-07:002007-07-04T23:53:06.579-07:00Poem 15: Prayer - Lift, Lay, LeaveAre you troubled<br />Because of problems<br />All around you<br />Difficulties, mountains <br />You cannot overcome<br />Lift them up<br />Lay them down<br />Leave them there<br />In the Lord's hands<br /><br />Are they family problems<br />Problems with marriage<br />Relationships<br />Being on the brink of <br />Divorce, breakup<br />He said "Unto me all that labour,<br />Come"<br />Come on,<br />Lift them up<br />Lay them down<br />Leave them there<br /><br />Financial difficulties<br />The gold and silver are His<br />Worried about what to wear<br />He clothes even the lilies<br />Troubled about what to eat<br />The sparrows grow not<br />But eat big!<br />Our Lord is all-sufficient<br />Get smart<br />Lift the problems up<br />Lay them down<br />Leave them there<br /><br />What marvellous promises<br />In His Word<br />In Luke He said not to worry<br />In Matthew He said we must ask, knock and seek<br />In Philipians He said<br />Be anxious about nothing<br />But in prayer<br />Lift everything up<br />Lay everything down<br />Leave everything<br />Here in my Hands<br />Come on, obey<br />Take the best step - <br />Pray<br /><br />(c) Nana Damoah<br />1993Nana Awere Damoahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625571786078183810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673086918545556069.post-5755914682039231352007-07-04T23:51:00.001-07:002007-07-04T23:51:24.851-07:00Poem 14: No Longer LostAliens from the Commonwealth<br />Of Israel<br />Alienated from the body of Christ<br />But now we are co-heirs with Christ<br />Oh what grace! Oh what love!<br /><br />We who once were far off<br />Directionless, lost with hope<br />And without God in this world<br />But now people of God, His own nation<br />Oh what grace! Oh what love!<br /><br />Gentiles once in the flesh<br />Called the Uncircumcision<br />Once beyond the walls of salvation<br />But now can go through into the broken<br />Curtain of separation<br />Oh what grace! Oh what love!<br /><br />For Christ has brought us near<br />By His blood<br />He has abolished in His flesh<br />The law that separated us<br />He has become our peace<br />And reconciled us unto God<br />What grace! What love!<br /><br />We has access by one Spirit <br />To the Father<br />Right into the throne room of Grace!<br />Behold what manner of love <br />The Father has given unto us<br />That we should be called the children of God<br /><br />No longer strangers<br />No longer aliens<br />Halleluyah, no longer lost!!<br />Indeed, what love!<br />Frankly, what Grace!<br /><br /><br />(c) Nana Damoah<br />2003Nana Awere Damoahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625571786078183810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673086918545556069.post-22999953739335665622007-07-04T23:48:00.001-07:002007-07-04T23:48:30.512-07:00Poem 13: Service to GodIt is not the depth of your intellect<br />Or the breadth of your experience<br />It is the extent of your yielding<br />And the strength of your passion<br />It is not the eloquence of your speech<br />Or the sweetness of your tongue<br />It is the purity of your heart<br />And the love for the Lord<br />It is not the qualified that He calls<br />It is the called that He qualifies<br />If you would be available<br />Willing<br />And obedient<br />It will be YOU the Lord will use<br /><br />© Nana Damoah<br />Sept 02Nana Awere Damoahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625571786078183810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673086918545556069.post-6353053634443029192007-07-04T23:45:00.000-07:002007-07-04T23:47:34.079-07:00Poem 12: A shepherd's prayerMake me one, oh Lord,<br />A shepherd who cares<br />For His flock<br />Make me one<br /><br />Make me one, oh Lord,<br />A shepherd who doesn’t<br />Scatter or destroy the Sheep<br />Make me one<br /><br />Make me one, oh Lord,<br />A shepherd who tends<br />His God-given flock<br />Make me one<br /><br />Make me one, oh Lord,<br />A shepherd whose flock<br />Are neither terrified nor afraid<br />Make me one<br /><br />One who rules wisely<br />Who does what is just<br />And right<br />Who listens to, and <br />Walks with you<br /><br />Make me one, oh Lord,<br />A shepherd YOU will love<br />After your own heart<br />Make me one, oh Lord, <br />I prayNana Awere Damoahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625571786078183810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673086918545556069.post-84118737426293907082007-07-04T23:44:00.000-07:002007-07-04T23:45:14.437-07:00Poem 11: I found HimA Saviour I found<br />My faith in Him so sound<br />Because He's always around<br />My life is as firm as the ground<br /><br />When my life was in tatters<br />And all my plans shattered<br />When my destiny was in Satan's fetters<br />I found Him, and my broken life He plastered<br /><br />My past He erased<br />My deliverance from sin He eased<br />My dignity and status He raised<br />My life with hope He laced<br /><br />Is your life in a heat<br />Being devoured like meat <br />The solution- only a miraculous feat<br />Come; my Saviour, come and meet<br /><br />Then, with me, we will look above<br />And sing of Jesus' mercy and love<br />We shall hallow His Name<br />His Name shall we proclaim <br />For creating for us such grace<br />We shall show forth His praise<br />High shall we lift our voice<br />With a song shall we rejoice<br />Oh, what a Saviour we found <br />Our faith in Him so sound<br />Because He is always around<br />Forever our life shall be as firm as the groundNana Awere Damoahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625571786078183810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673086918545556069.post-78636418686304371222007-07-04T23:43:00.001-07:002007-07-04T23:43:53.136-07:00Poem 10: In your presenceI love it in your presence <br />A session before your throne <br />Like the cool that caresses in the morning <br />Like the sweetness of honey dripping <br />Is time spent in your presence worshipping<br /><br />Oh I love your presence<br />The cool of your presence<br />The privilege to tell you my need<br />With knowledge you'll pay heed<br />The Holy Spirit you then give as a seal <br />Even to increase my zeal<br /><br />Your Word you give <br />My sins you forgive<br />Light to guide my way <br />As I tread through the day<br />Oh I love to talk to you<br />When the leaves still hold dew<br /><br />Grace and mercy<br />To help in time of need<br />Power and strength <br />All into me you feed<br />Peace you grant in the fullest sense<br />When I abide in your presence<br /><br />My troubled heart you calm<br />With your touch like a balm<br />My needs you supply <br />Even as your Word apply<br />Comfort and love you shower <br />Making my sorrows seem fewer<br />My infirmities away you peel<br />My diseases you completely heal<br /><br />Joy and laughter <br />I experience<br />Throughout, after<br />A session in your presence<br />Is over<br />Sometimes many ask<br />When in your joy I bask<br />Why so much joy and happiness<br />Then in form of answer<br />I tell of your power<br />Oh, how I enjoy your presence<br /><br />Into your presence I will always come<br />Before your throne I will make my home<br />For there goodness and mercy <br />Shall follow me always<br />Oh, how I love it in your presence<br />A session before your throneNana Awere Damoahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625571786078183810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673086918545556069.post-41584926024618370742007-07-04T23:42:00.001-07:002007-07-04T23:42:55.264-07:00Poem 9: FriendsI love my friends<br />Great companions all mine<br />How I treasure these ones<br />Precious friends all mine<br /><br />They sharpen me like iron<br />Play a great part in my formation<br />Significant , though unpleasant , their correction<br />Even to working out my salvation<br /><br />They are there when I need comfort<br />I know I can rely on their prayer support <br />To the extent of sacrificing on my account<br />They portray love of great amount<br /><br />I love the times we break bread<br />In the Name of Christ our Head<br />Times we pray with one accord<br />Pledging to with one another be in concord<br /><br />How I love these friends of mine<br />Great companions all mine<br />Lord all thanks is thine<br />For such friends so fineNana Awere Damoahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625571786078183810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673086918545556069.post-44888057628976598962007-07-04T23:41:00.000-07:002007-07-04T23:42:05.865-07:00Poem 8: As one togetherAs like oil down Aaron's beard flow<br />Refreshing when love is kept aglow<br />Precious in the sight of the Father<br />When brethren in unity dwell together<br /><br />Like the dew of Hermon, that dew<br />Like the fragrance of flower so new<br />Pleasing it is to the Father <br />When brethren before Him gather<br /><br />Since we are but one crew<br />Dissensions amongst us need not brew<br />Destined to be together<br />Determined not to be put asunder<br /><br />Observe the reaction of Christians, how slow<br />When millions to hell like a river flow<br />Can't we try a lit'le bit harder<br />Can't we stop the horde Satan daily to himself gather<br /><br />See how unbelief in our world grows<br />Is it not tome to deal Satan some great blows<br />Know how we can harvest souls like plunder<br />Possible only when we as one move out together<br /><br />For by this testimony all may know <br />When love, pure love amongst us we show<br />That Christ Jesus is our Leader<br />Then onto Him all shall surrender<br /><br />When seeds of unity we sow<br />When the line of togetherness we tow<br />Pleasant when we call one brother<br />How pleasant when we as one live togetherNana Awere Damoahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625571786078183810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673086918545556069.post-66400768213769313012007-07-04T23:38:00.000-07:002007-07-04T23:41:22.193-07:00Poem 7: Election*Written to celebrate Ghana's Election 1996<br /><br />As we prepared for the election<br />To make our selection <br />In the midst of trepidation<br />We turned to God in fervent petition<br /><br />We prayed in fear <br />That God should hear<br />With anxiety we couldn't bear<br />Prayed that all should be clear<br /><br />In His mercy God did hear<br />He being ever so near<br />He's given us peace in our Nation so dear <br />Peace as a garment to wear<br /><br />Thank You Lord we are in forward gear<br />That we didn't one another tear<br />That none now is in the rear<br />Oh THANKS for the election yearNana Awere Damoahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625571786078183810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673086918545556069.post-82718328339200966972007-07-04T23:37:00.000-07:002007-07-04T23:38:14.980-07:00Poem 6: My TrustIn God I trust<br />In Him I hope<br />With faith that <br />Does not rust<br />I cling to Him <br />Like a dope<br /><br />In the midst<br />Of the storms<br />Amidst the mist<br />That forms<br />When the world <br />Around me shakes<br />And the foundations<br />Of my life rattles<br />I am stabilised<br />With this thought<br />That my God cares<br /><br />My hope is <br />In the Rock<br />The Rock to<br />Which many flock<br />Though I shake<br />Many times <br />Upon the Rock<br />It never for once<br />Shakes under me<br /><br />Like Mount Zion<br />That shall never <br />Be shaken<br />Is he whose<br />Trust in the Lord <br />Is unshaken <br />But cursed is the man<br />Whose trust is in man<br />Who trusts in the arm of flesh<br />Forever shall I be blessed<br />For my trust<br />My unflinching trust<br />Is in the Lord<br /><br />My heart shall <br />Always be glad<br />A song shall always <br />Be on my lips<br />Dancing shall be my lot <br />Joy shall be my garment<br />Healing shall be my food<br />Strength shall be my clothing<br />Because in God <br />Have I hoped<br />In Him <br />I have put my trustNana Awere Damoahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625571786078183810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673086918545556069.post-60137682240355759212007-07-04T23:35:00.000-07:002007-07-04T23:37:07.623-07:00Poem 5: An Ode to Handel (Unto Us a Son is Born)*A Poem written to celebrate the birth of Kobby Ewool, son of Sammy and Ama Ewool (Sammy is a Past President of Joyful Way Incorporated, Accra, Ghana)<br /><br />In our prayers and supplications<br />In our requests and pleas<br />In our praises and waiting<br />We trusted that<br />HE will be born<br /><br />In our joy and happiness<br />In our shouts and hallelujahs<br />In our praises and singing<br />We are glad that<br />HE is born<br /><br />Born to a couple so dear<br />Entering a home so blessed<br />To be weaned by a mother so sweet<br />We are grateful that <br />HE is here<br /><br />Faithful, his parents<br />Plenty, his uncles and aunties<br />Prayerful, his family<br />Wonderfully, we proclaim<br />That HE will be great<br /><br />A pillar of faith<br />A fountain of wisdom<br />A spring of joy to all<br />Ah, how sweet to know<br />That HE will be a blessing<br /><br />Grateful, our hearts<br />Oh God of miracles<br />Our lips sing your praises<br />We thank you Father that <br />HE has been given onto usNana Awere Damoahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625571786078183810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673086918545556069.post-65695657136329625912007-07-04T23:33:00.000-07:002007-07-04T23:35:15.482-07:00Poem 4: Celebrating His faithfulnessWithout a testing, we would have had no testimony<br />Without a storm, where would our song be<br />Without a trial, no triumph results<br />No sinking, no salvation<br />And no salvation, No Celebration<br /><br />Whatever your experiences<br />You’ve qualified for Celebration!<br />For our Jesus has triumphed<br />His triumph is our Heritage and Joy<br />His victory is our Crown<br />Do we have any choice, but<br />To Celebrate His faithfulness?Nana Awere Damoahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625571786078183810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673086918545556069.post-26650907623819557132007-07-04T23:30:00.000-07:002007-07-04T23:32:59.021-07:00Poem 3: Till we meet againPrelude: Do not feel totally, personally, irrevocably<br /> Responsible for everything.<br /> That’s my job.<br /> – GOD<br /><br /><br />The future is unknown<br />So they say<br />But the future, your future,<br />Is known<br />This I say<br /><br />Because I refuse to accept <br />The opinion of the majority<br />And I choose, with determination,<br />To hang on to the unchangeable facts<br />In the Book of the Almighty<br /><br />They say this future <br />Is like the sacred groove<br />He who treads into it<br />Does so with fear<br />That this future is<br />Ever shrouded in uncertainty<br />But once again this is false<br />And I say so<br /><br />Because I know a God<br />This God I want to believe<br />You all know too<br />This God knows the future<br />He is the Beginning, and the End<br />And so I want to declare<br />That your future can be known<br />Settled and sure<br />If only you’d but place it <br />In His Hands<br />The Hands of this Known God<br /><br />If this God is the One<br />In whom you’ve believed<br />Then your future is known<br />Because the Master Planner is your God<br />Your future is structured<br />And determined<br />‘Cos the Perfect Builder is <br />The foundation of your life<br />Your future is not in a balance<br />For the Great Architect<br />Holds your life<br />In His Hands<br />Hmm, what a beautiful plan it is<br /><br />A bird whispered in my ears<br />As I prepared for worship today<br />A beautiful white dove He was<br />Which same dove is here now with us<br />That herein are some Leavers, Finalists<br /><br />Well, this – His message for ou<br />I know the plans I have for you<br />Plans for good and not for harm<br />Plans to give you a hope and a future<br />This hope is an anchor for your soul<br />This hope is certain and firm<br />This hope takes you behind the curtain<br />Right into the very throne room<br />Of the Most High<br />From whence all good gifts emanate<br /><br />The storms may come<br />To test the strength of your anchor<br />Tears may collect, gather<br />As you eagerly await the fulfillment<br />Of your heart desires<br />But then He is not saying<br />There will be no rain<br />No storms, no tears<br />But He’s promising you a heart full of singing<br />At the very things that once brought pain<br />The storms may endure, but for a season<br />But laughter comes with the morning<br />The sun smiles after the rain<br />This same hope will see you through<br /><br />The promises of God are Yea, and Amen (in Christ)<br />And not even one of them concerning you<br />Shall fail to come to pass<br />Be patient and wait for the timing of the Lord<br />Trust the Clock of the Most High<br />Will never runs too slow<br />Thought yours may run fast<br />Wait for Him<br />For He is no man that He should lie<br />Nor a son of man that He should change His mind<br />Has He said, and will He not act<br />Has He promised, and will He not fulfil<br /><br />Know that there is no divination against you<br />Nor is there any sorcery against you<br />Blessings, blessings alone shall follow you<br />Because the Lord will never forget<br />Your labour and pain for His kingdom’s sake<br />I have received a command to bless<br />And bless I will<br />The Lord has blessed and it cannot be changed<br /><br />Be like Mount Zion which cannot be shaken<br />Because you have put your trust<br />Your unflinching trust in Jehovah El Shaddai<br />As you dwell in the Secret place of the Most High<br />Know that His eyes are upon you<br />To prove Himself strong on your behalf<br />On behalf of you whose hearts are committed to Him<br />To strengthen you and hold you<br /><br />We shall surely meet again<br />And when we do<br />It shall be said of you, and you<br />“See what the Lord has done”<br />And then you shall with a face<br />Brightly lit with heavenly smiles, declare:<br />“Yea, the lines have fallen<br />To me in pleasant places;<br />Yea, I have a good inheritance.”<br />May the Good Lord bless you, <br />And keep you faithful to Him<br />And aglow for Him<br /><br />Till we meet again.<br /><br /><br />Written for a Leavers’ Worship Service at KNUST, 1997.Nana Awere Damoahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625571786078183810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673086918545556069.post-58067706408673910122007-07-04T23:21:00.000-07:002007-07-04T23:25:08.791-07:00Poem 2: The finished workIt began at Gethsemane<br />The struggle, the tears<br />After three years of toil<br />That last moment mattered<br />To go to the finish or not<br />Consultation in prayer<br />Sweaty earnest prayer<br />The ground drank in<br />The blood-like sweat<br />That drenched the body <br />Of the Man who is Lord<br />The decision was made<br />The Lord’s decision<br />His will into the Father’s<br />Hands was laid<br />The prayer’s closing line<br />“Thy will be done”<br /><br />The kiss of betrayal<br />The strike of the sword<br />The touch of renewal<br />The arrest of the Lord<br />Before the Sanhedrin<br />The scribes gave their approval<br />To take the Lord <br />To the land of the Dead<br />Through all this<br />The Lord’s will was being done<br /><br />He was silent<br />Before Pilate<br />Pilate who was to<br />Determine His fate<br />The Christ He <br />Wanted to set free<br />Not to give vent <br />To the Scribes’ hate<br />Between Barabbas and Him<br />Barabbas was freed<br />In answer to the crowd’s wish<br />The incitement by the scribes<br />At a greater rate<br />So it happened<br />That the Christ’s fate<br />Was sealed<br />To be sent to <br />The land of the Dead<br />The Lord’s will<br />About to be done<br /><br />He was stripped<br />Flogged, wounded<br />Punished, oppressed<br />Pulled, whipped<br />Taken, up<br />Carrying, the cross<br />The cross, mine, yours<br />Nailed, in pain<br />Hated, not hating<br />Forgiving, redeeming<br />On that tree, that cross<br />Carrying, burdens mine<br />Yours<br />Cried out<br />It is finished<br />Finished<br />The redemption work<br />Finished, the cleansing<br />Work,<br />For you, for me<br />Mine, yours<br />Our sins<br />He finished it<br />For you, for meNana Awere Damoahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625571786078183810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673086918545556069.post-13184410095784398662007-07-04T23:16:00.000-07:002007-07-04T23:20:16.022-07:00Poem 1: Lift up your eyesYou face trials<br />Many kinds<br />You get battered<br />Every side<br />Life deals you<br />Many blows<br />Lift up your eyes<br /><br />The stress becomes<br />Very deep<br />Depression looms<br />Very near<br />The going becomes<br />Very tough<br />Lift up your eyes<br /><br />The weight of<br />Your adversity<br />Very very Big<br />Denying you sight of<br />What you should see<br />Very present<br />Lift up your eyes<br /><br />For close to you<br />Very close<br />Is the source<br />Of Your Help<br />Ever present<br />Look, your Help<br />Lift up your eyes<br /><br />Our Help is<br />The Lord<br />Very Big God<br />Neither leaving<br />Nor forsaking<br />Ever near<br />Ever present in need<br /><br />Into your situation<br />Factor God<br />Almighty, Very Big<br />He – He is your Help<br />Never sleeps, never slumbers<br />Lift up your eyes<br />Behold and access<br />Your Help!<br /><br />© Nana Damoah<br />7 April 06 (written in Hallward Library, University of Nottingham, UK)Nana Awere Damoahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14625571786078183810noreply@blogger.com0