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Judith Alekadala, 8 april 2012

Deborah

Let Deborah write her song,
and open the floor.
My fellow poets, singers.
write with her the words.
but let her start the first verse.
we fear you can repeat the error.
of writing songs about her jewels
that which provoked God.

Join her to worship God above
he who sends Sisera to Jael.
The hospitality woman joins warriors.
she gives milk instead of water.
Her left hand holds a tent peg,
with the right a hammer

Now Deborah will rule Israel,
but the song we sing
is about the greatness of him above
not about her earrings.
Alert the singing birds in the forest,
to sing praises for God.
then he can descent follow the aroma,
to fill Deborah with wisdom to rule

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Judith Alekadala, 21 march 2012

ITS A COLOURFUL LIFE

I ignore my unpleasant life,
My future is better than now.
With my dreams i manage my today,
because it will lead to reality.
Suicide spirit no chance with me.
I dwell in my future life,
because its a colourful life.

Thirsty elephants survive the heat,
they endure the long walk,
knowing they will reach water spot.
When i go on an empty stomache,
i see my future food store overflow.
I dwell in my future life,
because its a colourful life.

When i go on foot on cold,
i see myself in my private jet.
When kids mock me and laugh,
as they see me sleeping rough,
i see my own kids in my mansion.
I dwell in my future life,
because its a colourful life.

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Judith Alekadala, 25 february 2012

CRY TO THE LORD SYRIA

Cry to the Lord,God Syria!
He hears the small
as well as the great.
Say you not we have no oil.
See you oil in India?
Have they oil in China?
He's got his ways,
to prosper the nations.

Great rulers rush to kings
whose economy stand healthy
they make ties with the wealthy
But you Syria known by God,
let your help come from him
let the world know there is God,
who shows up in battle,
to defend the oppressed.

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Judith Alekadala, 10 january 2012

My God My Planner

My God my planner of my destiny,
They planned evil against me in vain,
I, among strangers i reign,
I rule a land so foreign,
I rule them who hated my dream.

My God did not leave me alone,
He used their plans my stepping stone,
I fly high and rise high,
I soar like an eagle in a sky,
I rise in the eyes of my enemies.

My God gave me wisdom,
He restored my freedom,
He gave me descernment,
to fulfill my assignment,
yes in a foreign land!

My God has made it happen,
I stand in place of wise men,
I wear the king's signet ring,
I put on his gold chain around my neck,
I hold the ruler's stuff in my hand.

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Judith Alekadala, 14 december 2011

THE CREATOR

He made the sun to brighten the day,
The moon and the stars to brighten the night,
The seas to separate the land,
The waters to keep the fish,
and the creator saw it was good.

He made the earth to be habitable!
The seeds in it to produce trees,
He made animals big and small,
wild and tamed,
and the creator saw it was good.

He created human beings to watch over the earth,
to reign over the birds in the sky,
to reign over the fish in the seas,
to reign over the animals.
and the creator saw it was good

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Judith Alekadala, 27 october 2011

THE FALL OF A GIANT

he went to battle without God's approval,
now the nation celebrate his fall and removal.
The king once surrounded by wealth,
laid on a market place, buried on a secret place,
like a banished villager to an evil forest.

He refused to honour God even at death,
offered money to the warriors so brave,
a deal to dodge the grave,
intead of turning to the author of life,
as one shouts in the cloud;
plead for your soul to God!

Dragged from a drain hole,
like a stranded mouse.
found no refuge in any house,
a king once surrounded by wealth,
gold was on his bed, his garments,
his weapons were made of gold.

He seek no counsel from God
oppressed his people with no concern.
hired heartless foreigners to destroy his citizen,
but the lord of Heavens Armies,
uses the small like David,
to pull down Goliath.

The citizens so determined to remove him,
refused to be under the fierce ruler,
They fought from morning to morning,
they united to fight for their freedom.
they finally gathered to celebrate,
the fall of the giant.

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Judith Alekadala, 22 october 2011

THE TEMPLE GATE

I was shaking with fear,
knowing not what next to hear,
If i had legs i would run,
this is strange,
they dont talk to strangers these!
they are cautious of their ceremonial cleanliness.
they rush into the temple to worship,
and they rush out to their families,
I sit here to ask for some cash,
they usually drop it in a rush,
then off they go!
When this man said look at us,
i quickly lifted my head up,
i thought this man must have alot to drop,
but he said again;
Gold and silver i have not.
My heart started pounding again,
even harder this time,
why did he stop by?
to kick me out of this temple gate?
where will i go?
He continued to say;
what i have i give you,
in the name of Jesus of Nazarene,
get up, walk!
is he talking about the same Jesus they crucified?
I stood up as he was holding my hand,
if he is mocking me i care little,
am used to mocking,
but i was walking!
Jesus saw me at the temple gate,
before i even knew him.

Judith Alekadala.

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Judith Alekadala, 22 october 2011

GOLD AND SILVER BELONGS TO HIM

As things are getting rough, the answer is to look to the owner of universe, the creator.
he made us for a purpose he cannot allow us to suffer unless we dont recognise him us our master.
God can cause the rains to fall in due seasons to allow us to grow and harvest bountifully

help us O Lord,
it is getting tougher and tougher,
the answers we get from other sources,
gives us no results
we thought it was politicians policies,
but how can they stop these:
drought,tsunamis, hurricanes,earthquakes etc
as a nation bail another,
the other shouts for help,
we are getting into a danger zone they say,
our economists can measure the degree of it,
stopping it they know not.
we can measure the speed of a storm,
but you determine it,
we count the numbers of our years,
but you grant it,
O! you know the number of our hair.

Help us to remain under your wings,
the security here is guaranteed,
no downgradings here
there is Gold and silver in your kingdom too,
we will settle here

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Other poems: Deborah, ITS A COLOURFUL LIFE, CRY TO THE LORD SYRIA, My God My Planner, THE CREATOR, THE FALL OF A GIANT, THE TEMPLE GATE, GOLD AND SILVER BELONGS TO HIM,

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Deborah

ITS A COLOURFUL LIFE

CRY TO THE LORD SYRIA

My God My Planner

THE CREATOR

THE FALL OF A GIANT

THE TEMPLE GATE

GOLD AND SILVER BELONGS TO HIM

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