Reflection...

To be a reflection of Him
is what my soul requires

To breath the air He freely gives
is what my spirit yearns to be forever real

To understand the intricacies of who He is
is the beginning of knowing Him

To be drawn into the midst of His presence
unravels the truth and purity of His love

...and then I call Him my....

... and then I call Him my king

because He crowns my heart with

the full richness of His ever increasing love

... and then I call Him my peace

because through the knowledge of Him

I am still and rest assured in His proven abilities

...and then I call Him my joy

because my heart skips in tune

to the beat of obedience,

in rhythm to His perfect will

... and then I call Him my future

because my dreams and aspirations will be

birthed through Him, everything

I am to become, is moulded by the

words He has already spoken over me

Remi

©Remi Banjo, June 2009

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Not Impossible For Love...

It is impossible for love not to hear us
when we passionately invoke its very presence;
daily and consciously, with hope resting on

raw expectations calling for its true,

pure and perfect visitation

It is impossible for love not to desire to rescue us.
Rescue us, from self imposed constrictions;

constructed walls of loneliness, that surround and separate us

The soul must keep pushing towards completion

breaking forth and forging through all limitations

It is impossible for love not to want to lend its patient ear

For cries of its wondrous fulfilment, seeps from the

depths of the very soul; without the vessel uttering a

single word, of its desire for Love's rescue

to be complete and for its gift to be bestowed.

©Remi Banjo, June 2009
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