SUNDAY MORNING MUSINGS

Woke up one Sunday morning

First thing, like always every other morning

I looked up at the clock strategically positioned 90 degrees to the bed

Found I had just 15minutes to get ready

But there was something I remembered and one call later

An entirely different thing was confirmed

I had 2 hours extra today; it was the last Sunday of the month

Meaning one of thanksgiving in my present house of worship

In mental acknowledgment of that information

I became relaxed and my mind began to roam

My Hair, it looked so beautiful

Newly oiled and airbrushed in preparations for today from last night

All I’d need was to run my fingers through the locks

My black glitter eye liner though best for night time

Was sure to do the trick this morning on the color I’d choose from my palette

As I stared at the tiny bumps on my forehead

I couldn’t thank the Lord more for one invention

The Foundation-A woman’s best friend

And to lock the look in totally

I’d leave my lips pale but classically glossy

Hours later, seated in church

The congregation was shown a documentary

On a powerful man of God…or once powerful

Who had declared his stand years back on a controversial topic

One our world is unable to disapprove of today for reasons not understood by me

Either by Media and public rationalization or Spiritual-self exploitation

He is being accused today with mind damaging proofs of photos and testaments

For being in favor of the same issues he had once condemned

What was going to be the eventual public verdict?

Would it correspond with the truth known by God Almighty alone?

Some time later I reflected on my early musings

And the happenings hours later

I realized that the love for this world and things of the world

Starts one step at a time and creeps in crawl after crawl

One brick of vanity laid by the mortar of vanity upon another brick of vanity

Was sure to come crumbling down in the vain face of vanity itself

Aware of the fact that nothing was necessarily wrong with self-appreciation

I took a travel within to analyze my thoughts and get to the root of my reflections

I had to admit, the artistry wasn’t also necessarily for the glorification of His name

I just wanted to look my physical best, possibly outstanding in that congregation

My heart began to cry out and yearn more for him

He is the way, the truth and life

All I now asked for was one exceptional fascination for his way

One unadulterated and divine conviction for his truth

One celebrated passion for his life and personality

To know him and sit as his disciple learning at his feet

Oh how drained, lacking and deprived the world is in all areas moral inclusive

Nothing compares to the privilege of knowing him and serving him right

That I might be found blameless on the day my enemies will seek to tear me down

That on that day there will therefore be no condemnation dispensable to my soul

Defective but not detected? The man of God asked…faulty but not yet found?

There is a call upon our lives today for a much kingdom anticipated change

It’s time for all God’s children who are not ashamed to publicly proclaim his name

To rise to the challenges of the world and overcome by his blood

Time for us to stop nailing him back to cross with the intents behind our actions

May heart meditations even more than words of mouth be suitable in his sight

May we never be embarrassed to say it exactly as we know it is

To the justification of our sanctified consciences in the face of false friends

And may this be more than just a write up to you

For much more than your readership does God require…He looks into our hearts

Yourstruly

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