Be Great in Two-Thousand Eight!

Standing at the invisible gate of mercy
Just to inspire the blowing wind on the polluted sea.
But first,let me make my request be known
For you are here for the asking.
In the Lord's Year of two thousand eight
I take authority over everything I am created to be
Before I was born You knew me ...And you designed me to be great
Therefore, I declare and claim all Your greatness in my restoration.
Let faith in Your healing be my heavenly soft spot to sleep
Like the waves on the restored sea.

fania simon
Inspired by the MOst High Jah!

O' Father I Thank You

O' Father I thank you!
I thank you!
For I see someone so real
Coming down from the sand up the hill
Way out of the East land sunset...

O' Father I thank you!
I thank you!
For your messenger, the x-pottery seller
Is sitting up high on her Camel's back
With the word inside her poetry sac.

I know she'll be here sooner than time
To infect us with the message
That You sent for our redemption
O' Father, I thank you!
For I can see her coming from way up high...

And I can see everything else
Like Camel dung laying on the road to curse them.
But the vision is as huge as a Camel fair!
...Plus, with You directing traffic, I know the trip will be smooth
She'll just ignore the gathering crew.

O' Father, I can see her holding on
To the center of it all!
Ah! I trust You completely....
For through poetry, you shall restore!!

"[I] know this first of all, that no prophecy of scripture
is a matter of one's own interpretation, for no prophecy
was ever made by an act of human will, but men moved
by the Holy Spirit spoke from God."
2 Peter 1:20-21

Poem: Fania Simon
Picture info: An Afar nomadic woman traveling to the next water site and pasture land with all her belongings tied to her camel. Photo © Lorna Chiu