66 Bags of Seeds...

He reaches for the bags of seeds

thoughts on the day's desired harvest
what he hopes will be the yield
when he sows some seeds in earnest

On the old wooden table, like his father used to,

he arranges the bags and sits on the aged wooden stool
whilst remembering the results of past planting seasons
he and his family recently lived through

66 bags of miracle seeds

impregnated with manifestations

of desired results for all to see
awaits to be planted in love and faith

wrapped up in pure and simple believe

© Remi Banjo, March 2010

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That Bible you hold in your hands is a book of seeds. Seeds to be planted over and over again in faith and simple believe. Do you want some healing, get yourself some healing seeds (the word on healing) and plant them in your life. You want some wealth, get yourself some prosperity seed and plant them in your life. 

66 books of seeds impregnated with an infinity multiplication potential of itself, is available to you today!

...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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Angel...

If I could be your angel
my wings, they would shield you

from the sun and rain

My countenance, it will protect you

from the world's needless pain

If I could be your angel

I would command the moon to guide your path at night

and the sun to raise over you, from

the first glimpse of the morning's light

If I could be your angel

I'll walk you through streets of love

your spirit will be healed from strife

and your soul will come alive

If I could be your angel

I would walk you through the very gates

that leads to eternal life

©Remi Banjo, October 2008

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