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The song of Bissong is a clear pool of water Refreshing the weary traveller. It is the light of the moon, Giving strength to keep going. It is the taste of nectar, Showcasing the best of nature. The song of Bissong is a soothing balm, Finding ways to heal our hurts. The song of Bissong is the song of Truth Singing God's praise for ever— never ends.. ©el-iyanu 2017

Like the roar of a lion  Exuding great power, The song of Bissong is majestic. It is the voice of a King Declaring authority and great might. The song of Bissong is the crash of thunder, Sounding from the highest sky To the deepest of the ocean low. It is the flight of an eagle, Graceful and effortless without hurry. The song of Bissong is the move of the wind, Tearing trees and rocks in careless abandon, Whispering strength and truth from God's canyon: It is the flash of lightning Turning dark days to the brightest nights. The song of Bissong is the song of victory Of God's people over the enemy: It is a song of triumph Rejoicing God's power in action. It is the rumble of the waves, It's primordial nature no less diminished... © el-iyanu 2017 Primordial: existing at or from the beginning of time..

Lord, I'm down to my last kobo I'm hungry; don't want to borrow Lord, I'm sad but don't want to sorrow Someone promised me some help tomorrow But I don't want no man to be my hero You're my helper, Lord, be my hero I'm near the end, I'm at ground zero The crowds are gone, I'm alone with self My frown tells a story by itself My strength is gone, I'm by myself But where no man is, God is there himself I had a Simon help share my cross He shared my plight and walked with me But God answered from the highest heavens All I needed He did provide In Him alone I do confide This is my story, this is my song What God provides, who can refuse? This is my story, this is my song! For what God provides, who can refuse? My heart was drained and down to last penny But the miracles of God, they last plenty I'm no saint deserving all attention But God is great, He always pays attention O, God is good, he pays attention! Sometimes, being friends...

Like the rain on dry ground,  Like gentle waves on a stream of water, Like the greenness of forest glades, Like the colourful flowers in a garden, Like the voice of singing birds, Like the movement of graceful animals, Like the grasses of the meadow, Like the plains of the savannah, Like the renewal of spring, Like the melting snow and thawing ice.. The song of Bissong is the dew, With her the promise of a new day. The song of Bissong is a fountain Springing out the rock, The song of Bissong is carried in air— Taken from the highest mountain Down the deepest oceans: Like the song of Bissong is nature, Proclaiming God's tenderness in action.. ©Iyanu 2017

To you my heart belongs The one for whom I long Your addiction holds me strong For you, I show up all day long Your concern burning in my bones Every response a shower of love Without needing to be told I'll do it again for you, my love Over and again for you, my love... © Kolawole Tokede (and edited by my humble self 😇🤗) Thank you for your contribution, dear brother. 🥳🥳🥳

 For those who've listened to Whitney Houston's classic: The Greatest Love of All, we find lyrics that reasonates with us on the subject matter of love, self-love and personal independence. It's a delicate matter that speaks to us in a special way. What is Love? The Bible speaks extensively about love in 1 Corinthians 13:1-13, but our focus today will be placed upon verses 4-7 which spells out the characteristics of love in plain language. It says: Love is patient Love is kind Love is not jealous Love is not conceited, ( proud or arrogant) Love is not ill-mannered Love is not selfish Love is not irritable Love keeps no record of wrongs Love is not happy with evil but happy with the truth Love never gives up Love is faithful Love is hopeful The patience of love never fails... The One You Love We all have those we love for various reasons, whose personality appeal to us. Friends, family, colleagues and the likes. This we know the depths of our love for. But it's a little ...

I was born by the river, in the mud where my Lord passed by. And I heard a secret, my God is Black. Born of the Word of God, made alive by His Spirit. In a little while I heard a whisper, a little voice saying: my God is Black. My God is all things to all men; at the center of creation lies His hand. At his voice the water falls; at His command, the oceans rise; at His rebuke, the mountains flee. At the beginning of creation, so was He; at the end of creation, so will He. All men are equal before Him: my God is no respecter of men. At the end of the day I hear a whisper, a little voice speaking Truth— My God is Black! He's no racist, no downgrader of men, just pure, invisible, my God is White. In the face of all men: Dark, Yellow, Asian, Caucasian, Indonesian, Polynesian, Black, Tanned, Aboriginal, Indian: I am. And I heard the truth: my God is All. We were born by the River, in the mud where our Lord passed by— breathed upon— and there we know the Truth: Our God is All.. I was bor...

  It is better to be a poor but wise youth than an old and foolish king who refuses all advice. Such a youth could rise from poverty and succeed. He might even become king, though he has been in prison.                      —Ecclesiastes 4:13-14          The story of Joseph is one that rings loudly through the ages, how he went from prison cell to prime minister; but the story of that Pharaoh is hardly said, or his wisdom as greatly lauded.  Here was a man who recognised the value of wisdom, and couldn't care less about the background of the man— the foreigner— to whom he entrusted his kingdom. But he also did something that struck me: he spelled out clearly the boundaries of Joseph's rule. He gave Joseph authority over all except him; Joseph had authority over everything, but he was still subject to the king. This is wisdom indeed. So, this raises a peculiar question to us, how we behave when in a...

 I wasn't born then, bu t it's true for me. This much I know: my  God washed my feet!  O! My God washed my feet: I say, Christ died for me. Thomas was doubter who saw the Lord's glory Peter was headstrong, he found the keys to God's Kingdom John was a gentle, beloved in God's word Judas-betrayer, he lost sight of heaven I wasn't born then, but it's true for me: This much I know, God washed my feet. What a glorious thing to ponder, Christ as God becomes a man Stoops so low, becomes the servant The King of the world, becomes a servant... But this much I know, God washed my feet! We are made clean by his "mere words:" Mere words but come with great power! On his haunches he gave a lesson: Towel around his waist, he gave instruction— This I have done, do to others— wash their feet! I wasn't born then, but it's true for me: Christ died for me: my God washed my feet. You may not understand, but you should know: You may not believe, but you should...

 Dear woman with a beautiful soul What is it that ails you so? I've searched for you in far places Are you passing through some difficult stages? She said: It's a long story I hardly can tell But the road is long, said I, please do tell Last time I saw you, I could tell There was something wrong, so pray tell And she uttered to me a parable You see, I went hunting with a friend To better our chances, we hunted the same Indeed, we were fair hunters of game. But things took a turn for the worse I thought we were friends, whatever that was She left the hunt and turned on me Left the hunt and turned on me Took the gun and turned on me Used as bait, she turned on me I became the hunted, it dawned on me.. My heart was full, it nearly burst! My soul was grieved, it nearly burst! Overflowing with pain, I nearly burst! So I stayed away from Mount Zion Finding solace in a dark room God sees my heart, he knows I'm mad I'll stay away, my heart is bad. And I stayed away for two whol...

Once upon a time, there lived a leech: He was clever but he wasn't wise, He pulled a fast one, but he wasn't wise.  He stole from me though he had my purse, He asked from me though he had much more But this is the life of a leech, never enough! It becomes a habit, lo, he adopts addiction He thinks he's poor though he's doing fine Always gathering, yet never getting rich Thinks himself clever, but no, he's unwise. For the leech is only useful for one thing: Taking out bad blood! I was brooding when he came my way Stressing about what happened that day Feeling sorry for myself that day... But I was strengthened by that encounter Embracing the challenge his thieving caused me Acting the fool as I had in front of him Without a word I left his face: Tomorrow's greetings would be from a distance. He was a leech that caused me pain Or was he an angel sent from above? I've met a few leeches in my day And I've always come out in better shape Wiser, stronger, ever...

 Once upon a time, there lived a man called Eliakim (meaning God raises up). He was a faithful and loyal servant of God, and God raised him up from the dust after throwing down the proud and arrogant servant Shebna. Eliakim ascended to the position of Grand Vizier in the land of Israel, and God gave him all authority and fastened him in place like a sure nail. But one thing that strikes me and scares me the most about this story comes in the last three verses:   23 And I will fasten him like a peg in a secure place, and he will become a throne of honor to his father’s house.  24 And they will hang on him the whole honor of his father’s house, the offspring and issue, every small vessel, from the cups to all the flagons.  25 In that day, declares the Lord of hosts, the peg that was fastened in a secure place will give way, and it will be cut down and fall, and the load that was on it will be cut off, for the Lord has spoken.” The one who God raised was undone by ...

 Hello, and welcome to Haven Incorporated. This is the very first post minted in our press, and hopefully the continuation of something great. We hope you find value in this space and find it a place to stay. It's indeed a terrible thing to not know how great one is. Usually, we hear warnings to desist from pride and cease from arrogance, that pride goes before an unpleasant fall and humility comes before honour. But having a healthy sense of self and worth is not as emphasised. And I dare say, it's better to be proud than falsely humble! Just tonight, I saw a man who didn't know how great he was, and it pierced my heart to see him so. Maybe he knew, but only humbled himself for the moment, but I didn't think it necessary for him to have done so. But it's terrible to not know how great you are! It occurred to me that culture and tradition, perhaps, makes us stagnant and backwards in the face of progress. It is true that we learn great virtue and core values from our...