Hello! This is the final part of the seed series, at least as much as I can share for now.
Today’s post is a poem, it captures a transaction I had with the Lord in a season of intense inner conflict. I had choices before me, and the choice devoid of conflict looked appealing, but I knew deep within that I would be sacrificing something costly by that choice
A year and some months later, it is here on my blog, and it is for YOU. I hope your heart is encouraged to follow the Lord at any cost. I hope you find the strength to catch the dawn of a new day.
This is the central theme of the poem; the Kingdom is within you as a seed, and the seed is growing on the soil of your heart(Luke 17:21, Mark 4:26). We receive strength to carry this seed to full term. Amen
A fellow seed bearer,
OmoOba.
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Poem – Destiny
12:45am – 1:30am . Feb 10, 2017
THE seed we carry is no respecter of persons
It has no regard for your theology or Doctrine
Constituted in the Life that is Divine
Its growth is processed by the waters of a heavenly paradigm
MANY have carried this costly seed
Until they found themselves under siege
Siege laid by the cloud of the familiar
Professors of ‘safety’ who could not see afar
TURBULENT storms are awakened by its sprouts
Storms that seem to shout ‘how dare you come out?!’
Frightened by the noise from toothless gums we cower
And we wonder……
What if this seed is meant to be nurtured in the soil of the familiar?
SUDDENLY the skies go Dark
It seemed as if Heaven has clothed itself in black!
What is happening?
Why is heaven mourning?
YES, Heaven mourns
Heaven mourns for the intending termination of the Master’s seed
Even before it gets to have its first taste of light
For the destiny of the seed carries enough turbulence to tempt us to kill it
We would rather imagine its possible outcomes than allow it.
SILENTLY the Husbandman sighs
For He wonders when the precious fruit will ever come forth
Why the chosen vessel will rather kill his seed than bear it!
They are threatened by what this seed can become
They fear it would alter their lives forever
They fear it would make them live like a stranger
They don’t want to lose the familiar
For this seed threatens the existence of their well tended lives
SOUL!
Weren’t you told before you started the journey?
That you carry the stone not cut by human hands
It is bound to grow go into a mountain and subdue even you!
JUST because you carry the seed
Does not mean you get to define it!
Blessed are you if the seed cultures you too
For in your obedience to the life within lies your glorious bloom
WE were not called to carry the seed of the familiar
Neither were we called to be custodians of a life our senses could define
We signed up for a kingdom that is upside down
The embodiment of a being who is Jasper yet sardine
We are carriers of a seed that belongs to a being who is so mysteriously sublime
THE seed is growing!
Yet it seems to stretch me from within
With great pains that no words can paint
What have I carried? I wonder in pain
EVERY seed has a fruit as a representation
But the fullness of what I carry is yet to be seen on the earth
All we have seen is the process of maturity
Not the total expression of the seed in its full bloom
“YES, we know the end of the seed
We have already seen what it looks like”
And we carefully failed the test before the exam day
Subtly falling into the treacherous territory of the familiar
For the destiny of the seed cannot be judged before its appearing
Lest we try to stop its growth
If it suddenly begins to appear CONTRARY
SO listen to me Mr Common Sense
Chief King Pin of the familiar spiritual
The seed I bear is not Normal
It is the life of deity that transcends the earth
THE fullness of the seed I carry has walked the earth before
After His full formation and maturity on earth and hell
Where He left the Devil in a blinding spell
He first appeared to a reckless lover whose name I also bear
Later He appeared before his source, the one who is EL
After which he had a 40day tutorial with some fishers of men
HEREIN lies the mystery of the seed
As a tender plant it grew on earth
Its process and maturity was completed in hell
Now He resides and expresses itself in the womb of Elohim!
How then could you have known the destiny of this seed
If you have never seen its FULL EXPRESSION here on earth?
Presumptuous and fearful fellow!
What scares you about this seed if not its unpredictability and your inability to cage it within your level?!
THE manual of this seed no naked eye will see
For its course is hidden in the company of the seven spirits
Burning flames of fire before the Throne of Elohim
None can fathom the secrets of the 7 contained within the seed
Except the one on whom mercy has smiled that he should see
WHAT qualifies me to see the secrets of the deep’ , I see you thinking
For none will come into the secret courts but he that has been altered within
He whose faculties have been stretched to embrace the mysteries of Elohim
That can boldly confess that he can see the God who is UNSEEN
DON’T call me crazy yet, Moses had an experience of this seed too
He was ordained by a patch of grass on fire
Landed a blow on a rock that brought forth water
I ‘heard’ He died on one mountain called Nebo
His body was never seen
Yet Michael and Satan fought over it!
Haaaaa…….the seeed……
THE seed is a life
The seed will lead you through CONTRARY WATERS
And make you a laughing stock on every religious bill board that matters
Sometimes the seed will paint you as ‘stupid’
Devoid of the sense that is common –
The natural heritage of every living celled organism called HUMAN BEING!
NOW that’s the problem
The seed ain’t human, nor its fruit!
DEITY! ELOHIM! IMMORTALITY!
Try comprehending that and you begin to have a glimpse of the seed
Don’t you get it?
THE Life you carry is not defined by anyone!
It is no respecter of persons, cultures, structures, or your definition of the spiritual!
The seed has no regard for your spiritual experiences
The seed is His own EXPERIENCE
What will sprout out of that seed tomorrow might just knock off your beautiful theology of yesterday!
And you might be shocked to find traces of your shattered yesterday in tomorrow’s bloom
But you need to learn to embrace the contradiction of TODAY!
MANY have become captives because they tried to define the seed
They tried to define how far it could grow and go
Little did they know the seed is not a captive of anyone
It will only grow to the extent that you allow
But you would deny yourself from partaking of beauties yet unknown
Rare beauties that are daily sprouting and growing on other soils
Soils broken to allow the seed manifest in all his expressions
Hear me again ; the seed is a captive of no one
Rather, the carrier becomes a wilful captive of the form he can only ALLOW
I am a seed bearer like you too
And I am in a season when this seed is doing crazy stuff and stunts within me
Daily blowing off the safety nets I have built to protect it
The seed tells me : “I am in charge not you”!
MY beautifully tended garden just got blown off
Shattered and scattered by another sprout of the seed I have laboured to KEEP
But I have also learnt something while at this
That the rubble of today is the birthing place for the breath taking beauty of tomorrow
SO herein is the war:
To keep the vision of an emerging beauty
Amidst the rubbles of my shattered garden
For every new expression of the seed
Exceeds the well tended beauty I have seen
And eventually brings forth an added beauty from within
IF the path of the righteous shines brighter and brighter
Then I must be quick to move into every emerging Light
Lest the light I seem to have now becomes Dark
And I become a ‘monument’ that has lost its ‘spark’
HE that will carry the Master’s seed to the end must know these;
That the seed is in charge
That the seed cannot be ‘defined’
The seed changes form
And if you know what’s good for you
You will adjust with every changing form
The seed defines its course
regardless of the ‘loss’ you incur
For the end is to save you from dross
That lower life that separates you from the ‘Gods’.
I have cried and mourned for the beauties of yesterday
Which I wasn’t allowed to carry into TODAY
But I have also learnt a lesson
That yesterday’s beauties are the foundation for today’s mysteries
Building blocks of deity that helps to see the fellowship of their mystery
SO here I stand in awe of the beauty gradually unfolding before me
I am also standing in child-like expectation of the glorious shocker of tomorrow!!!
That’s how you carry the seed unto fullness;
With child-like glee at the fireworks of today
With zealous strength to handle the demands and responsibilities that accompanies it
And the experienced maturity to endure the dark nights
Seasons when you wait for the dawn of another day
Without any inclination of the form or expression it will take
Indeed the Just shall live by Faith.
Yours in Patient Continuance,
A Seed Bearer.