This is not a solace
This is not a relapse
This is not her loosing her guard
But this is freedom

Freedom from a cold hard heart
Freedom to rise above the tempest
Freedom to rejuvenate
Freedom like Mata Hari

-Justice Eberechi

Santa's are red/ the snowman and his carrot nose/ the undying lights/ the glittering stars/ the tall trees like a Chinese pagoda/ avidly awaits the emergence of Gods gift/ blood of Christ/ sacrifice/ sin atonement/ and king/

24/12/2019
Glorious Christmas
|Justice_Eberechi

We live in deeds,
Not years.
In thoughts,
Not breath.
In feelings,
Not figures on a dial.
Life's but a means unto an end. That end, beginning, mean an end to all things...God.
But if man was God,
He'll set fire to the heavens and make it rain volcanoes on us.
He'll feast on our sins, and evenly dispatch iniquities to the ends of the earth.
Like mushrooms, we would be effortlessly plucked into the bags of his hunters, at the occurrence of a mistake.
If man was God,
Grace would be in yonder, and his commands will hurt our little hearts meant to sojourn in peace.
If man was God, he wouldn't be GOD...
but man isn't GOD.

Written By: Justice Eberechi