WHEN HE COMES

The Flames and Smoke,
Apparently Palpable.
The Infusing and Saturating atmosphere, 
Unexplainable Yet Undeniable.
The Fiery Warmest,
Soothing yet Igniting.

Oh, Joy It Brings but also deep within,
is a Passion Ignited.
Peace, I feel but also deep within,
is a Longing and Desire for More.
Tears flow Unhindered,
Yet My heart leaps for joy unspeakable

Could this be Goosebumps?
All my Fleshy skin coming Alive.
My hair standing strong like an Ìrókò.
Could this be Excitement?
The shiver it sends down my spine
I never want to feel anything less!

What would I call this?
It's definitely beyond Words.
What could be compared to this?
I still haven't found.
What words can Qualify this?
Oh! When he comes!

No much words to say,
But More Experience It Brings!
No exact description for this.
But it's more real than the word "Real"
All that I can say is;
Oh! When he comes!

Oh! When he comes!
All Sorrow and Pain disappears.
Troubles are given off in despair
Oh! When he comes,
Peace and Joy Overflows,
Yet the River never ceases to flow.

Oh! When he comes,
Words will fall in Description,
and Songs in Precision
Of what the Experience does,
To the man in the Motions,
When he truly comes.

Oh! How I long for him to come.
To come again and feel my longing heart
With His Majestic Presence and Precious Hands
Oh! How I long for him to Come,
Into this Hungry and thirty heart,
And fill me with his Power and Spirit.

Dear, Precious Holy Spirit Divine, 
This is my humble cry to you,
Ensuing from my broken Heart;
Come, fill and saturate me.
Envelope me in your Glory.
Come and make my body your Permanent Abode.

#Victor_Balogun

©Oracle Victor.

WHERE IS HE?

The Regrets for the Past,
The consequences for the Actions,
and the pain that it comes with.
"Had I know?"
The Question that births more regrets.

The Hurdles of Life,
The Fear of Tomorrow,
and the Uncertainty that it holds.
"What will it look like?"
The question in every heart

The Turbulence of the Present,
That makes the Heart Quakes,
and the soul drenched.
"How do I do this?"
The question, that seems to have no answer.

Past, Future, Present,
All in a lifetime, Seems like a Mess.
Regrets for yesterday, Trouble today
Conundrum Today, uncertainty Tomorrow
"Where is HE?"
The Question it makes us ask.

HE that said; He would not leave
nor forsake me 
And added;
"Call unto me and I will answer you"
Where is He?

When my past hurt,
And my present Burns
Where is he?
When my present fights, 
And my future seems tight.
The Question is every Weary heart,

Could it be that he has always been There?
Where he was, when the Earth was without form?
Could it be that he has always been there?
Same place he was when you were formed?
Where is He?

Could it be that our gaze Shifted,
and Focuses it lens on the turbulence?
Could it be that we stopped looking at him,
And started looking at the Problem?
Where is He?

Just like Judas,
We might have focused on the Profit,
Even at the Expense of the one,
Who called us to be Unto him; a Co-labourer.

Just like Peter,
we must have Focused on the storm,
And forget the one, 
who says to us "Come"
And we might need to raise that same cry.

The cry He raised,
when he understood His State
The cry he Raised,
When the sight of the Boisterous Wind,
Made him Sink.

That same Cry; "LORD, SAVE ME"
Can turn the Tide around.
It can Beckon on the Saving Hands of God,
And it can lift you High!
High above that Storm!


©Oracle Victor

#Victor_Balogun

THERE IS A VOID

My mouth isn't moving,
My brain isn't thinking.
But the voice is still sounding.
Loudly Echoing.

Life, though not with a Mouth,
seems to be speaking.
Though without a Finger,
Seems to be pointing right at me.

With same voice.
Silent yet loud enough.
Telling me with Audible Whisper;
"You're Incomplete"

The Voice in my head,
The Thoughts in my mind,
Are not agreeing less.
"There is a Void"

My Body, Though without Scars,
Looks Incomplete.
My soul, Though in it right state,
Still feels the Void.

Let's talk about this
It is just me?
Can you feel it?
This Same Void and Emptiness!

What? Who? How?
The only Questions that fills my heart.
This Void Needs to be filled.
This feeling cannot continue!

Just like the State of the Heavens,
even down to earth,
Before the Creator began Creation.
This Void needs to be filled.

After much questions,
Enquiring from both Old and young!
The Rich and Poor.
The wise and fool.

The only conclusion I Arrive at,
After my Voyage into filling this Void;
Is that which occur 
before the Beginning of Creation.

"And the Spirit of God moved"
Seems like what I have been searching for.
Like what my heart really desire.
Like what could make up for this Void.

"And the Spirit of God moved"
Seems like what money cannot buy.
Like what could bring the satisfaction luxuries cannot give.
This is Really what I want!

"And the Spirit of God moved"
A deep stirring,
That keeps me Close to my maker.
A Loud Beckoning,
That keeps me Focused on Pleasing the one above.

This is really the answer,
To fill the void in every man,
All the Quest, 
For money and the things the world can give.
Can only Answer to the Move of The Spirit.

There is a Void.
Deep in every man.
That can only be Filled.
With the Indwelling & communing presence of the Holy spirit! 

©ORACLE VICTOR

#VICTOR BALOGUN

HOW DID I GET HERE?

 

Wake me! Wake me!
Have I being sleeping?
Have I being lost in the Dream world?
How really did I get here?

Open my eyes!
It really must have been closed.
Open my ears!
It really must have been blocked.

Were my legs borrowed?
Or was I being dragged?
Were my eyes blinded?
Or were they closed?
How did I get here?!

How did I get to this point?
I need answers!
I am lost!
I'm far away from life!
How?! How?!! How?!!!

I now Talk about what I don't know.
I now open my mouth to condemn people of what I'm guilty of.
I can now freely, without any iota of guilt, talk to people about what I cannot do.
How did I get here?

How did I get to this point?
Where even with big beams in my eyes, 
I am always with my hands stretched,
to remove the mote in other people's eyes.
Even the Holy One called this Hypocrisy.

How did I get to this point?
Where, I preach what I cannot do.
Where, I speak life out of a Dead soul.
Where, I stir up people even when I'm depressed!
How?

I am far from life.
I am from Light.
I am far from God.
Yet, I proclaim the same,
In high volume and energy.

Who has blinded me?
Who has Bewitched me?
I need help!
Can God hear my cry?
Can God open my Eyes?

I need to see again!
I need to come alive again!
I need to be sensitive again!
God, come to my aid!

#Victor Balogun

©Oracle Victor

THOSE DAYS - INSPIRED

 

Those days
I miss those days;
When I had little or nothing to worry about,
When I harbor no hatred and malice,
When a smile alone signifies friendship

Those days;
When I didn't have to carry the weight of my thoughts,
When all occupied my thoughts were food and sleep,
When no action of me was forced.

Those days;
When I was oblivious to competition,
When the word "Hate" was an abomination to me,
When I could smile and really mean it.

Those days;
When I couldn't go to bed angry at a friend,
When I could reconcile with friends without being told,
When I really wanted to see my friends happy with or without me.

Those days,
When nothing was a secret from anyone,
When everyone and anyone was a confidant,
When I didn't have to lie;
and my favorite mantra was "All liars shall perish in the lake of fire".

How then did the days become lost?
How then did my innocence get soiled?
How then did hatred started leaving rent free in my heart?

How then did those days seems like it never existed and would never exist?

©Deborah Moyinoluwa Ogunmola

N.B: This piece was inspired after reading "THOSE DAY by Victor Balogun (Oracle Victor)". Therefore, this is just an Extension of the previous post in the Blog!

Get Blessed as you read!

THOSE DAYS

 

Tender and loving heart.
Zero worries for tomorrow.
Free conscience.
How I miss those days!

Those days,
When hate is not in my Dictionary.
When everyone is my friend.
Even those that hated me,
Eat in same plate with me.

Those days,
When all my thoughts are just but for today,
With tomorrow left to cater for itself.
With full assurance that tomorrow would be always be better.

Those days,
When every single guilt passes away with every drop of tears.
When my heart was so open and free.
Even after commiting an huge crime,
I still was not heard long in the cage of guilt.
The short time spent in that cage, 
Only needed a few strokes of cane,
with little scoldings to end.

Those days,
When the end of every food must be seen;
Even the hot ones, can only escape for a moment,
and the cold ones, do not need more time,
To finally end up in my bowels.

Those days,
When every single word from every single person;
I held in high esteem.
Even after several disappoinments,
His promises, I would still trust and boast about.
So easy was it for me to trust & believe.

Those days!
How I miss those days! 
Innocent, trustful & credulous,
They all describe who I was.
But what has happened?

What has happened to my tender heart?
What has happened to my believing mind?
Where has my free conscience gone?
Who has taken away my Innocency?
Why is it this hard to trust?

As time passes, and season shifts.
The changes are becoming more evident.
Love has been replaced with hatred.
Trusting and believing is now a huge task.
What really has happened?

Who has taken away my childlike heart?
When the holy one through the holy book has said; 
"Truly I say to you, unless you repent (change, turn about)
AND BECOME LIKE LITTLE CHILDREN
[trusting, lowly, loving, forgiving], 
you can never enter the kingdom of heaven [at all]." Matthew 18:3 (Amp.)

I need my childlike heart again.
I need help!
My daily cry to the Holy One;
Is to make my heart tender again.
Is to make my heart like that of a child again!

#Victor Balogun

©Oracle Victor.

GRACED

 

If our pasts were to be Considered,

Then we would have passed.

If our present works were to cast,

We would never last.

If all our works were to count,

We would have been in the past.

Even when we walk in the path, 

That would have made us fall flat. 

His grace still count singles us out.

We were diving deep into the pit of sin,

When His grace stepped in.

And brought us to him,

Who is by the name, Jehovah Elohim.

Elohim, took us in

and love us exceedingly

Even when we don't deserve it.

And could not earn it.

We were so lost in sin,

Confused and in need,

When Grace Showed up.

And gave us hope.

So we live our life,

Not as though we are perfect,

But as one who has been graced

By the one who is the God of all race.

Who has set us apart,

To be unto him; King and Priest.

And in this we live and rejoice,

That Christ, Hanging on the cross,

Suffered for all our Sins and Guilts

That we may be presented blameless before God.

This is nothing else but Grace!

#Victor_Balogun

©Oracle Victor.