Hello! It’s been a while, and I apologise. I am repenting and daily receiving grace to be a faithful steward of God’s thoughts. I would appreciate your prayers too.
Today’s post is a poem. I clearly remember how these thoughts came. I was in a meeting, when the picture of a mimer suddenly flashed in my mind. I felt the presence of God so strongly in that moment, and I leaned in to hear His heart. That’s how I got this piece.
Dear friend, I want you to see your life as an expression of Yahweh’s thoughts. You are dancing to the song of another world. You would look foolish most of the time, trying to explain yourself might worsen things for you sometimes. The world can’t hear the beats you are responding to, but you are required to keep responding.
Don’t compromise your walk for the sake of popular opinion, or the lack of it.
The FATHER’S HEARTBEAT is your DRUMBEAT.
Don’t stop responding.
Much love from a fellow dancer,
Omo Oba.
Written: August 15. 2017. 1:20pm. Lagos
Poem : Dance Drama
THE Drama of a generation starts when they think they have known all of God
Mystery clothed in Light and mystical grandeur
An embodiment of beauties too heavy to be uttered
Speechless wonder that leaves Angels in a Holy stutter
THE dancer moves with graceful acrobatic displays
Gliding and moving mysteriously to unheard beats echoing in his within
We applause and cheer him on as we count the steps and beats with him
Little do we know the story is about to change before our eyes
SUDDENLY He stops!
He places his hands on his head with his mouth ajar
It seems he has been struck by something
But He is still standing
He takes a long pause
Takes few paces
And He begins to sway on his feet
WHAT could be happening? we wondered
For the dancer has stopped moving to the beats of the drummers
Neither is he responding to the cheers of the people on the stand
Little did we know that the beat has changed
And the dancer has met the Lord of dance himself
WE thought King Dave was crazy!
When he flung his royal regalia
And danced wildly before the Ark of presence
If only we knew
That was his minute mimicry of movements defined by Glory and splendour
WE have sang and you have refused to dance
We mourned and you didn’t lament!
But I see skilful feet arising
Moving to ancient rhythms with great accuracy and Grace
Hearts established in the Father’s pleasure
Moving with the Spirit at His pace and directive
ANCIENT dancer I hail you!
We saw your works at the beginning of creation
How you glided upon the waters
To birth a creation of wonder
TODAY we see you moving again
Birthing chords and notes of beauty
Mercifully crafted to lead us into sacred corridors of mysteries
The world awaits our drumbeats
Waiting for the Freedom revealed from our kingly and priestly feet
WE are a people who would listen when the world is in an uproar
We would listen for His movements in our stillness
We would embrace His utterances in His silence
Our Identity is found in the intersection between the vertical and horizontal timbers
Bravely declaring we are dancers from another world
THE Grand dancer has never been caught in the web of monotony
Majestic flashes of lightning and thunderings
Revealing healing prescriptions to a dying world
Bound in the clothing of darkness and ignorance
LET the crippled rejoice! For the drumbeats are sounding in our day
Agile and able dancers are being raised to show forth the writings of Majesty
We are the dancers who will partner with Heaven in our day
Invading the earth with his Grace and Glory
via our celestial Odyssey.
Omo Oba.