#theheartist
Another bright day where the sun still has its smile
Business like, cars running their mile
People all around, buying and selling
And some lazy ones, still sleeping in their dwellings
Our worries cloud the reality of an expiry date
And we keep wasting time, living by fate
Well any how we use our time, it’s recorded
And some day, rewards will be accorded
More real than breath, time is ticking
To every man is a time and season
Your ignorance might just be writing you wrong pages
And before you realize, you’re referring to gone ages
Think about this more than twice
And choose the path of the wise
Just before you close those eyes
Clear your mind of those worldly lies
That paints wrong as right
Luring you away from the true light
Wake up from these illusions, stand up and fight
Keep your gaze on the truth, focused and tight
So if you see tomorrow’s sun
Don’t use another chance for fun
Register your life in it as an impactful one
By living in accordance with the will of the first born.
- Omodunmiju David
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 1:19 AM UTC
His mighty self came through a ******
His unconditional love for us made Him cross the margin
His royalty came as low as a carpenter
Just to reconcile us back to the Father
He passed through the heat of hell, to lay for us a path
Tore in two the veil, so we’ll have access to His heart
Willingly, He left the throne of grace
To give us life, and in death take our place
Who for the joy bore our pain
Setting believers free from the enemy’s chain
He felt all and more, what we now feel
And despite our foolishness, won’t give up on us still
For us He came, by us was rejected
We lived in sin while for us He fasted
Still for us
He went to the cross
And felt all kinds of pain in their gross
It’s not much He’s asking for
He’s just saying “wherever you are, be my ambassador”
Growing up all round into my stature
After all these proof of love…yes Jesus is worth dying for
- Omodunmiju David
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 1:14 AM UTC
THE WRITINGS OF CHANGE
Taught by the hands of common men
You have become the replica of old stories
Vain repetitions has formed you a tradition
The fear of ME is drowning men in the pool of sameness
Verily, I have watched
As many struggle each new day, for same old things
Bound by the thought of what people will say
Shackled by the fear of the unknown
So that the waters of possibility remains untroubled
I have seen Kings die like mere men
They make old mistakes and give new excuses
Those who have resisted ME
Ended on the wrong side of history
But if You will dare to be different
You will find that there's a spirit in man
My name is CHANGE
And I hope the sons of men find this letter.
- David Omodunmiju
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 8:26 AM UTC
Revealed from the fullness of a glad heart
Words will only ******* my expression
The sights and sounds yet unimagined
Leaving even angels in awe
Sincerely, our best materials here are its waste
Even these thoughts put my spirit in haste
I desire to live there
So I daily lose touch with the toys here
I’ll be bold to say it’s ours
When we come through salvation, and live by the rules
Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine
By the blood contract for me He signed
Yes, this tongue can’t process its taste
Waters springing from the fountain of life
Breeze that fill our lungs with holiness
Where even the lions and lambs walk together
Streets of transparent gold like glass
Mighty gates built with priceless pearls
A city where God lives, built by God
And we are still yet to find a single dust.
- Omodunmiju David
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 4:44 AM UTC
Really, the fear could get so real
You can almost feel its pulse
You want to agree with your heart beat
As the giants shout loud your name
Trembling seems like a voluntary action
Though you reject this certificate of weakness
They say “run today, fight tomorrow”
Wow, I hear “keep running loser”
Cos’ tomorrow will soon become today
See, pacing back and forth in tears doesn’t mean weakness
It means, you’re too smart not to sit down in it
Of a truth, these giants are bigger than the ‘you’ outside
But tinier than even the toes of the ‘Father’ inside
And knowing the depth of the Father’s love for you!
If I were you!
I’ll look up, call Daddy!!
Believe He heard me,
Put my faith in the sling of work,
Shoot my best, and leave the rest.
- David Omodunmiju
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 4:35 AM UTC
Soon, questions will rise like volcano erupts
Tired of the lies of a life called corrupt
Yes, your soul will search earnestly for the truth
Cos all you can steal is the fruit not the root
I may never look like it
As it is a function of what you search for
This truth won’t struggle to fit
It’s a rare one, with a foundation that stands sure
I really wasn’t born this way
I lived my life from what I heard them say
Till the day mercy found me out
Opened my eyes and stopped my scout
Now I live my life straight and focused
My purposed has changed, I’m contented with Jesus
Even the evil of this age works in my favor
I’ll pass the test, my friend is the tutor
And while this world’s darkness covers their identity
It will shine the light of my spirituality
And when they come asking for my source
Requesting my autograph, I’ll give them yours
I’m blessed to live in you, breath in you, and even have my being
- David Omodunmiju
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 4:33 AM UTC
Blessed by the sight of wonder, on a wrong foundation
It becomes only a matter of time
The praises of men may numb its sense of weakness
Only to prepare it for a big woe
Though wisdom walks the streets
It only glances at this mansion with teary eyes
As pride guards its beautiful gates
And quietly cracks the core of its stance
Loud noise of achievements may raise the dust
Aroused by the sweet words of red blooded men
We stand in the brightness of the sun of this day
As we await the fall of a royal house.
- David Omodunmiju
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 4:26 AM UTC
Some say He’s invisible
Though we all know He’s invincible
His breath alone parted the sea
Well, He’s Jehovah nissi
Three in one, one in three
You’ve got Him, you’re free
His thought alone makes me the opposite of sad
Thinking too deep of Him could even run one mad
He’s as big as, the earth is barely His foot stool
Still could be as small as, speaking through you
Unspeakable is His power
He sees a thousand years as an hour
He brings out mighty trees from little seeds
From human to ants, He feeds
How big could His brain be?
That He knows the numbers of our hair
How deep could He see?
That He reads our thoughts so bare and clear
His being is the meaning of holiness
His breath is called faithfulness
Holy, holy, angels keep calling
In His presence, all knees helplessly falling
Through His fear, Wisdom is born
Therefore to all glory should return
His mercy brings me into better days
His love is spoken to me in different ways
His ways makes me speechless
His works, clean, explicable, and faultless
On both good and evil He shines His sun
Still for both, He sent His son
Mountains and oceans flee at His anger
Yet He never forgets His position as the Father
He delights in making good things better
Since He’s Jehovah ralpha
Two things I can’t comprehend is
He was, He is, and still yet to come
Yet He unconditionally loves someone like me
He sure defines ALMIGHTY.
- David Omodunmiju
Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 6:02 AM UTC