Wen ur Hero Falls

Peter after the death of Jesus quickly went back to fishing...He didnt kno his Hero represented the reality of the third day theory. " Destroy this temple and i will build it in three days" (Ma paraphrase). And the temple was mad big! They coulkdnt nat figa wat He was tryna communicate. But on the third day, the stone was rolled away. The Roman souljahz were also blown away! Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior, our God could not be contained among the dead. There was a crown waiting for Him. The crown is for those that overcome up to the end in Christendom. The righteous person might fall seven times, but he still stands. The hallmark of righteous people is their tenacity and desire to stand wen they lick the dust. The blood of the first born warrior flows thru they veins. it is blinding red to adversity and opposition.

I wonder how the followers of Haile Selasie feel or Muhammed...and all the dead wombs that represent pitiful religions and cults.

See, our Hero aint fallen. The Romans tried to down play the authenticity of the truth sayin his clothes were stole away. Nah! He is home wearing a crown. First, it was one of thorns, now its of pure Gold!

We have to be found in the lowliest of places before we can be raised far above principalities in High places with Christ Jesus.

Am thinkin...was thinkin in the watches of las nite. Wat if my hero falls?
I do have a Hero on Blogger...tuff times we are in rite now. Found this poem and decided to share cos i know you love them poems...

Let me jus keep the author unknown. He taught me to pass Literature Paper One bak in the old scool.

WHEN UR HERO FALLS

when your hero falls from grace
all fairy tales r uncovered
myths exposed and pain magnified
the greatest pain discovered
u taught me 2 be strong
but im confused 2 c u so weak
u said never 2 give up
and it hurts 2 c u welcome defeat
when ure hero falls so do the stars
and so does the perception of tomorrow
without my hero there is only
me alone 2 deal with my sorrow
your heart ceases 2 work
and your soul is not happy at all
what r u expected 2 do
when ure only hero falls
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Gon be prayin 4 ya!!

In da Event of my demise.

Death is sweet when the lord walks you through it.It becomes our everyday experience if the Lord chooses us to be the wombs FOR THE DESTINIES OF NATIONS.
Many are called but few are chosen. U can have a calling in yo belly but if you depart from the event of dying daily And instead love the world and yo life that u can pay not to lose it, then a calling miscarriage is inevitable.

We live paradoxical lives as fallen men.
Why?
Because we have not learnt to embrace death. This way cannot be grasped by reason. It is grasped by revelation. It is grasped by knowing the way of the lord and the lord of the way. That true destiny is in Him alone.

Everything cannot be counted as dung if the glory of the lord aint a revelation but a head knowledge thing.

The way of Beckham, 'Blessed' with good looks and a celebrity wife will never be appealing to a man that dates the cross everyday. This way is dim and soo despised by the man with the bling-bang of the cross becos he sees a oneway ticket to blissful damnation. Yet the way of the master too offers one ticket...'He who puts his hand to the plough must nat look back'.But the destiny of Christ avenue is a good end. ' I know the plans i have for you...2 give you a gud end"Am constantly reminded of the profet who received an explicit command from the lord not to return the same way he had come. He was not to even eat with the king or anyone else for that matter. An older profet profelies to him and this profet goes with him to his home and dines. Once he is full with this meat and drink, he forgets and returns the same way he had come and a lion tears him up.

Once the lord delivers us from our folly, we are not to return to those things. In this our walk with the lord, the world and the flesh beckon. When we flirt with the world abit, we rise up full of the world's meat and drink and are found in a perfect state by the devil to disobey our lord Jesus. Like the prophet in question, we walk back into the things that have been waiting to destroy our very blood purchased lives.

I woke up btn 2;30 and 3am this morning to walk in Ezekiel 33. The lord impresses his watchmen to stand watch. God forbid that we fall into suchj foly-that instead of watching for his people, the devil watches us stumbling into our death traps. But it hath turned out that am in on watch for a very dear souljah. And this aint no shout from this grafitti wall, it is my love letter to her.

In the event of my demise, when i give up the ghost of all my hopes and dreams,
Death is bitter sweet but the sweet supercedes the bitter becos this death aint no period, its a coma...an open door to living life completely. Our light distresses are but for a moment and the glory they work for us, cannot be compared to the bling of hip hop cos this glory is eternal.

In the event of my demise, when i give up the ghost of marrying a diva like Beyonce, paradventure the lord wont let me surrender to the dogs, the souljah that i have grown to sooo passionately love in a space of three months with all her imperfections.

This is probably the best love letter i have written to you cos i wrote it as i read aloud in the hearing of the public! This tep of transparency is probably my strength and vindication in the event of my demise as we grow in one love, one faith, one God, one spirit.

Yours truly,
Fellow souljah in the same struggle against the flesh, the world and the devil.