My name is Folly
No….. Not Holly, not Molly but folly
Folly as in foolish,
You know, as in “you stupid idiot”
I elaborately dress in ignorance
I look so good that everyone wants to hang with me
I lime with Jack, Jill even Phil and they all love me
All they can see is my pretty dress, my mad fetes
Plus plenty laughs
I cause boys to think with everything with but their minds
Girls tremble at the touch of my licentious finger
Instead they go to school they go to fool….. Around
They skate so much that they cyah even spell
Full out this form
Name: Susie date: Today Sex: Plenty
I have children so dumb they think sign language originate in sine village
When yuh tell them dey teeth have plaque
They looking to hanging it up on the wall
I have youth in such ignorance
They think they could never get AIDS
As a matter of fact they can’t even spell AIDS
Babies havin babies … that was my invention
Since them chirren cyah spell
I have them thinking maxi taxi is spelled BMW
That’s why plenty of today’s babies are conceived in some maxi taxi
Dong by the beach
Dance with me that’s what you get
After all babies is ah blessing …. Right?
I’ve accomplished many great things in my career
I’ve caused suicides, mass murders; Hitler was my disciple (as dumb as a door)
I even earned university recognition for my theory of evolution
I baptized many famous names in stupidity
When you hang with me, folly, I turn you into a fool
Yes I can look back at my accomplishments with pride
The greatest of my accomplishments however.. I must say is….
No...... not yuh mother
It is convincing people that there is no God
This piece of work is so famous that even the bible mentions it
Only a fool says in his heart there is no God
Anyway take it from me…. Folly a.k.a Foolishness
You have a good time with me cause ignorance is bliss
When yuh tie up yuhself in God and church and all that commotion
Then you go meet my arch rival……. Wisdom
Who wants to be smart anyway?
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Yet an adulteress
He saw what other men failed to see. Beyond her scarred and tarnished exterior bled a heart, mindful of it’s grave mistake. The windows to her soul reassured him that the love he longed to rain upon her would not go unseen. Time and time again he was touched by the feelings of her situation. As a result he became a man of great sorrow, familiar with the rending of a caring heart. His arms, not like the arms of other men, still ached to comfort her and keep her from drifting into the murky shadows.
He felt her spirit lurking in the darkness, peering from the evening’s cry, grasping to find her way. Ever mindful of her journey toward sudden destruction, his spirit burned as a pillar of fire, igniting for nothing else but to show her the way.
Her figure frail and feeble, slowly emerged from the thick darkness, attracted by the light of his compassionate heart. He had become a glimmer of hope, illuminating the very soul of her situation. After all the nights of loving from afar, his desire began to manifest itself, as his arms warmed the structure of her quivering body.
He felt her hunger and gave her to eat. As she became thirsty he gave her water. He took the rags that she wore and gave her his robe instead. As her beauty increased, with his own life’s blood, he promised his unwavering compassion and faithfulness. He ensured her a life of prosperity, refusing to see her return to the darkened place. He gave her of himself until she had become a vision of beauty and the desire of many men.
As the sun sank and shadows walked across the hardened earth, he found her lusting in her own reflection. He knew she saw what she had become. He knew of the whispers of strange men in her ear. He craved for her to reciprocate the love he bestowed upon her but instead she invited the touch of filthy hands.
A stranger she invited into his house, soiling the purity of his environment. His eyes bled as he saw her revel in the arms of this unwanted stranger. His soul ached within him as he sensed that this stranger polluted her mind. He knew the stranger had encouraged the worst. He saw that his life was now as a flickering flame that this stranger desired to extinguish.
In the still ness of night, the voices of angry men awoke him. These evil faces had now captured him, while his lover stood infatuated in the arms of the dreadful stranger. His heart lay broken as the one for whom he exhibited infinite love had now found pleasure in the word of another.
He knew that the stranger sought his lover’s inheritance and not her love. His spirit stirred within, creating a will that compelled him to live so that his lover might live, for he was the only one who could save her from the dreadful stranger. With every ounce of strength within him he broke every chord that had him bound and possessed keys to the where his lover was being held.
For three nights he fought with all his might keeping the face of his saddened lover in mind. After defeating the stranger, he found his bride and embraced her with a love that no man had ever loved before. He restored a joy within her spirit that became her daily strength. He knew her heart and sought to find faithfulness there. He felt that she would surely recognize his love for her after he had wrestled death to the grave for her sake. Surely she would have eyes for him alone.
Still he found her with wandering eyes, yet an adulteress. Leaving the pleasure of his household to sit at the shrine of other God’s. Let the bride of Christ arise and recognize her position. Let us stand in faithfulness and not be, yet an adulteress.
He felt her spirit lurking in the darkness, peering from the evening’s cry, grasping to find her way. Ever mindful of her journey toward sudden destruction, his spirit burned as a pillar of fire, igniting for nothing else but to show her the way.
Her figure frail and feeble, slowly emerged from the thick darkness, attracted by the light of his compassionate heart. He had become a glimmer of hope, illuminating the very soul of her situation. After all the nights of loving from afar, his desire began to manifest itself, as his arms warmed the structure of her quivering body.
He felt her hunger and gave her to eat. As she became thirsty he gave her water. He took the rags that she wore and gave her his robe instead. As her beauty increased, with his own life’s blood, he promised his unwavering compassion and faithfulness. He ensured her a life of prosperity, refusing to see her return to the darkened place. He gave her of himself until she had become a vision of beauty and the desire of many men.
As the sun sank and shadows walked across the hardened earth, he found her lusting in her own reflection. He knew she saw what she had become. He knew of the whispers of strange men in her ear. He craved for her to reciprocate the love he bestowed upon her but instead she invited the touch of filthy hands.
A stranger she invited into his house, soiling the purity of his environment. His eyes bled as he saw her revel in the arms of this unwanted stranger. His soul ached within him as he sensed that this stranger polluted her mind. He knew the stranger had encouraged the worst. He saw that his life was now as a flickering flame that this stranger desired to extinguish.
In the still ness of night, the voices of angry men awoke him. These evil faces had now captured him, while his lover stood infatuated in the arms of the dreadful stranger. His heart lay broken as the one for whom he exhibited infinite love had now found pleasure in the word of another.
He knew that the stranger sought his lover’s inheritance and not her love. His spirit stirred within, creating a will that compelled him to live so that his lover might live, for he was the only one who could save her from the dreadful stranger. With every ounce of strength within him he broke every chord that had him bound and possessed keys to the where his lover was being held.
For three nights he fought with all his might keeping the face of his saddened lover in mind. After defeating the stranger, he found his bride and embraced her with a love that no man had ever loved before. He restored a joy within her spirit that became her daily strength. He knew her heart and sought to find faithfulness there. He felt that she would surely recognize his love for her after he had wrestled death to the grave for her sake. Surely she would have eyes for him alone.
Still he found her with wandering eyes, yet an adulteress. Leaving the pleasure of his household to sit at the shrine of other God’s. Let the bride of Christ arise and recognize her position. Let us stand in faithfulness and not be, yet an adulteress.
To what purpose is this waste?
To what purpose is this waste?
Matthew 26:8 but when the disciples saw it, they had indignation, saying, to what purpose is this waste.
She must have stood outside the house of Simon the Leper calculating her every move. Surely she did not know what to expect, the only thing she was certain of is that Jesus was present somewhere within that walls of that house. As she tightly grasped the alabaster box in her hands she began to run toward the house. Without permission or invitation she relentlessly pursued her passion for the Son of God for she now knew that he was God.
Despite the fear, she ignored the shouts of the self-righteous souls that attempted to hinder her from reaching her Lord. As the crowd parted in disparagement toward her she saw him. The words of love and forgiveness he had spoken to her before were now engraved within the inner recesses of her soul for this is why she loved him so.
As he sat at meat the bible declares that she poured the ointment contained in the alabaster box upon his head. Many failed to recognize that this ointment is the most precious gift she had. The value of such a gift must have been overwhelming for even the disciples of Jesus thought it to be to expensive to pour upon their master’s head. Still without reservation the little woman poured her life worth upon the head of Jesus.
The woman began to weep and the tears that must have so frequently streamed down her weary cheeks were those of admiration and gratitude. With those same tears she began to wash the feet of Jesus and then she dried them with her hair.
The disciples then, with indignation in their hearts, exclaimed, “To what purpose is this waste?”
Obviously they were referring to the fact that the woman was pouring a very expensive ointment for no apparent reason. On hearing this, the woman did not see the pouring of the ointment as the waste but she saw herself as the waste. To her the ointment was more precious than the very tears that she cried. For this reason she poured the ointment on his head and her very life’s tears she poured on the lesser of him, his feet. Her tears were not worthy to adorn the head of the Son of God. Her hair, which is the glory of a woman, she used to wipe his feet not only symbolizing how low she considered herself but how highly she reverenced him.
The intention of the woman with the alabaster box was not to achieve greatness but just in humility, bless the heart of her savior. In the same way the intention of the anointed of God is not to be great in this world but to come before the Lord and pour out the fruits of the oil of the anointing. Without humility it is impossible to please the heart of God. Jesus declared that the act she had performed will serve as a memorial unto her and indeed it has.
Many people believe that God depends on them to fulfill his purpose on the earth. What we never recognize is that all things were created by him and without him there is not anything made that was made. In other words if you are not available, God, in the blink of an eye, can make a new vessel into which he will pour his anointing.
The sacrifice of the alabaster box was seen as a waste in the eyes of many but Jesus knew its value and the woman knew the value. Whatever sacrifice you make may seem futile in the eyes of the world, even in the eyes of the Christian brethren but as long as you know the significance and God knows it then it is worth the effort. Even in the church people don’t like to see others succeed, still as that woman ignored the rebukes and condemnation around her we have to ignore the contempt of the enemy.
The bible declares that the sweet aroma of the ointment filled the room where they were as she poured it out. Even though many did not agree with her, they all enjoyed the aroma of the ointment. You will face opposition as you ascend upon the wings of the anointing but eventually the fruits of the anointing will in no doubt affect everyone that comes into contact with you. Let the aroma of the sweet spirit of God be poured out from you to embrace the atmosphere, cleansing and healing the wounds afflicted by the enemy.
Matthew 26:8 but when the disciples saw it, they had indignation, saying, to what purpose is this waste.
She must have stood outside the house of Simon the Leper calculating her every move. Surely she did not know what to expect, the only thing she was certain of is that Jesus was present somewhere within that walls of that house. As she tightly grasped the alabaster box in her hands she began to run toward the house. Without permission or invitation she relentlessly pursued her passion for the Son of God for she now knew that he was God.
Despite the fear, she ignored the shouts of the self-righteous souls that attempted to hinder her from reaching her Lord. As the crowd parted in disparagement toward her she saw him. The words of love and forgiveness he had spoken to her before were now engraved within the inner recesses of her soul for this is why she loved him so.
As he sat at meat the bible declares that she poured the ointment contained in the alabaster box upon his head. Many failed to recognize that this ointment is the most precious gift she had. The value of such a gift must have been overwhelming for even the disciples of Jesus thought it to be to expensive to pour upon their master’s head. Still without reservation the little woman poured her life worth upon the head of Jesus.
The woman began to weep and the tears that must have so frequently streamed down her weary cheeks were those of admiration and gratitude. With those same tears she began to wash the feet of Jesus and then she dried them with her hair.
The disciples then, with indignation in their hearts, exclaimed, “To what purpose is this waste?”
Obviously they were referring to the fact that the woman was pouring a very expensive ointment for no apparent reason. On hearing this, the woman did not see the pouring of the ointment as the waste but she saw herself as the waste. To her the ointment was more precious than the very tears that she cried. For this reason she poured the ointment on his head and her very life’s tears she poured on the lesser of him, his feet. Her tears were not worthy to adorn the head of the Son of God. Her hair, which is the glory of a woman, she used to wipe his feet not only symbolizing how low she considered herself but how highly she reverenced him.
The intention of the woman with the alabaster box was not to achieve greatness but just in humility, bless the heart of her savior. In the same way the intention of the anointed of God is not to be great in this world but to come before the Lord and pour out the fruits of the oil of the anointing. Without humility it is impossible to please the heart of God. Jesus declared that the act she had performed will serve as a memorial unto her and indeed it has.
Many people believe that God depends on them to fulfill his purpose on the earth. What we never recognize is that all things were created by him and without him there is not anything made that was made. In other words if you are not available, God, in the blink of an eye, can make a new vessel into which he will pour his anointing.
The sacrifice of the alabaster box was seen as a waste in the eyes of many but Jesus knew its value and the woman knew the value. Whatever sacrifice you make may seem futile in the eyes of the world, even in the eyes of the Christian brethren but as long as you know the significance and God knows it then it is worth the effort. Even in the church people don’t like to see others succeed, still as that woman ignored the rebukes and condemnation around her we have to ignore the contempt of the enemy.
The bible declares that the sweet aroma of the ointment filled the room where they were as she poured it out. Even though many did not agree with her, they all enjoyed the aroma of the ointment. You will face opposition as you ascend upon the wings of the anointing but eventually the fruits of the anointing will in no doubt affect everyone that comes into contact with you. Let the aroma of the sweet spirit of God be poured out from you to embrace the atmosphere, cleansing and healing the wounds afflicted by the enemy.
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