Love Unquestioned by Luther King

I wouldn’t say I understand how it feels to have a father who always travels in the name of ‘work’, forgetting to play his most important role as a father, by spending time and caring for his family.

I wouldn’t say I understand how it is to have a mother who, from her children’s childhood, hired a strange woman to care for her children, whom they mistakenly called ‘mother’; while she focused on her business, neglecting her family.

I wouldn’t say I understand when you feel just alone at home as if you were the only child, when you actually have other siblings who care less about you and treat you as yet another person; and regarding friends over family.

I wouldn’t say I understand when you think you’re living the good life by having sex, going for ‘wild’ parties, overdozing on that stash and that alcohol with friends just to be on an ‘all-time’ high; and you do these in search of love and acceptance, and to take away the pain left in your by your family.

I lie if I say that I understand at all, but I do feel the emotions behind your story.

But one secret I understand is although you might have a dismantled story; but you’ve got the power in you to create a different life, in order to tell a different tale, when light illuminates your soul with unspeakably unhindered glory.

And that light of which I speak of is JESUS CHRIST!!!

Just like you, I faced my own unique challenges. But it doesn’t really matter how uniquely challenges leave us confused with common broken edges, JESUS is the only perfect piece that can complete the puzzle, give you a love-filled life with no hustle, heal your broken edges and solve your puzzled grudges. At least, he did for me, and I have been grateful ever since, and would continually be grateful for ages, because he turned around my story.

Embrace JESUS CHRIST today for an experience with love unquestioned, because there aint no better way to be loved than to be loved by your creator, and he has loved you ever since, and would continue to love you with no apologies.

My Unfailing Father- Hannah

Yesterday, on my way home
With a school bag shaped like a dome
The hot sun scorching my hair that hasn't for long seen a comb
I dragged my tender feet on with hesitating steps
But alas! I couldn't breathe the word "home'.

I had wanted to tell Mama about my luck
I passed Miss Feyi's arithmetic test
She announced in class that mine was the best
Even beating the brilliant Ojo the 'Duck' 

But she was always at a whimpering state
So I tiptoed to my room to bemoan my fate
Who is going to see that I know a tinnie winnie something?
That Papa doesn't have any idea that I know many things?

I barged straight into Papa's room
Flew on his disheveled bed with a zoom
Only to meet him snoring on his rickety chair
With some empty bottles around and not a care

Little James was in his dusty cradle
Along with father's bottle and mother's soup ladle
Screaming so loud I couldn't hear the whining on the television
I couldn't help but sigh at such a vision

I ran back to my room in a daze
Passed the corridor that always seem like a maze
Pressing my little six-year old palms together
And cried out to the One who Miss Tutu in Sunday school calls the Father

The One who listens to all my heart's cry
A Father who soothes me when I feel dry
Who could make Papa not to be so high
And silent little James to make not even a sigh

I prayed with all I cared about
Believing that He is my Father without a doubt
Even when my heart feels so hollow
I've found Someone who loves me and is there to follow

Written by Hannah

Baby Girl by Mfon

Her father walked away in the coldness of the night
She knew what he did wasn't right
He left her mother heartbroken and crying
After so many years of trying
Now baby girl is a teen 
And she doesn't know what love means
Out of sight is out of mind
He left her side now she has lost her mind
Her only father figure
Left a lot for her to figure
Momma hardly comes back home
When she does, she's troublesome
Yelling out curses like she writes in cursive
She's always on the street
Selling her body like its Wall Street
Smoking like she's a chimney
Leaving baby girl with a broken heart that can't be replaced like a kidney
She's battered like flour
Crying on the floor
Wondering like Stevie Wonders
Where is the love...
Baby girl, like an answering machine 
I have an answer
To all the questions left in voice mail
Yes there is love right here in scriptures
Painted in pictures
Male born of a female
Boy who became a man
He died so we could live
He lost so we could have
He was bruised
So we could cruise
He is love  personified
He is love identified
His love is unconditional
He doesn't go off like an air conditioner
He sees you as though he's a Seer
He seeks you like Legend of the Seeker
Let him be your pillow that you may cry on him
Let him be your tissue that he may dry your eyes
Let him be your Lord that he may take off your load
Dad must have been an ass
But Jesus triumphantly rode on an ass
So we could say alas!
His Love has come to last.

Written by God's property (Mfon)

Leave at Will by Funsho Bamiduro

The birth you gave is not enough, the life bestowed is all but vain if all you do is leave at will.
My life has been a case of strive, I live a day to last a while, and all you do is leave at will. 
You had the fun that led to me, you claimed to love but now I'm here. And all you do is leave at will.

Found my will in Christ alone.
So I pull myself and scale the wall, refined my grace to faith divine. 
Your leaving has left a space, one that has led me to find my pace and in this race; His ways are sure
The master planner has a goal, the dye is cast and my hope is true but He can never leave at will.

You thought I was a mistake, left me with no means to take. Cranny got me lost, but I found my nook in Christ.
God in my life, makes me worth more than a penny.

Written by Funsho Bamiduro (Funsh Bam)

Greatest love by Niyi

Love is not something that u discover on your own
That's probably why they say a house does not equal a home
Growing up the truth is and always will be
'An absent family never leads to good memories' 
Just look at a  young brother from the motherland 
Never knew the warm touch of a mother's hand
Father went missing soon after momma's period did 
So there is a 'mistake' tag he keeps living with
Now everyday deep inside of him
Is something like 20 violins
Playing sad melodies and nothing seems inspiring
Could somebody let him know that he is a winner still 
Yes he knew a lot of pain but there is someone who will
Replace those violins wit tambourines and bass drums 
And give that troubled soul a shoulder to lay on 
The Heavenly Father gives you all of that and then some
His is the greatest love without a question
#Believe

Written by Niyi (Reno)

Run to Him by Kaycee

Door is flung open once again
My first mentor is my first tormentor
He's going to bring another session of pain
My father yet brings brutality uncensored

This is a house not a home
And we are just people not family
I have known the crushing of bone
But my last hope is Calvary

My earthly father is drunken with wine
But I have a heavenly father who is divine
Strokes of whips tore his skin
That sickness may not fall within

Am not as fast as bolt, but I'll run to him
And the prize may not be gold, but am born to win
I may have known a typical "haba father"
But now I know the great "Abba Father"

And because he lives I can face tomorrow
I'll pray that my God drowns my fathers sorrow
And because my pain is lifted from me
I'll thank him while am on my knees!!!

Written by Kaycee

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