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Beaches of Golden Sand

When I think of my heavenly promised land,
     Where someday I will make my eternal home,
With Jesus, who came, the world to redeem;
     Oh how the best things of this world grow dim!
When I imagine God’s beaches of golden sand
     Along the shiny shore of the smiley glassy sea;
I cannot wait there to go and on my place stand.
Oh what a joyful thought; what an eternal land!

Where down here on earth can I find anything,
     To compare with the immortal flowers above;
Which never fade away by day-they feel alright-
     As they sing glories to God; for all is light.
Who can show me in this ailing world anything, 
     Close to the water of life clear as crystal above.
Which never freeze; for there is not any winter—
But flows graciously; inviting me eternity to enter!

My land smells some sweet smell of rare roses,
      Angels sing soft songs seasoned with angelic smiles
Every time I think of this land and its unfading roses,
      I wonder how fairer my Jesus looks when He smiles.
 Oh when I think of my ever sweet promised land
      All valuables I have round about me simply fade away.
When I picture the everlasting beaches of golden sand 
All the earthly white sand beaches simply fade away.

Oh when I think of my heavenly promised land,
     Where someday I will make my eternal home;
I feel so lonely in this world, I am so home sick!
     I long to go home to sing with angels every week,
Praising God for ever as I eat from the tree of life.
     Shouting Alleluia as I drink the water of life.
For there will be no more crying no more dying;
But singing and shouting and praising Jesus our King.

I know it’s possible through the blood of the Lamb.

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I Am Only Human

You asked me important questions yesterday
    And wanted me to answer them in December;
But I’ve offered to answer you this very day,
    Before the end of the month of September.
Hope my honest answers will make your day
    As you prepare to walk through November.

“What makes you always happy and ever strong?	
       Even when like tilapia you’re thrown in deep sea?
Though you can’t swim, you sing a favorite song!
        What indeed changes your agony into glee?
What calms you down amid a hostile throng?
	Why are you positive like an evergreen tree?

“You do not seem to fear summer or severe winter
        The winds may blow like death across your soul;
Unfairness may rain on you like the el-nino rains;
         And thrust you down; almost fainting to the floor; 
But you bounce right back to the top of mountains
 	 Are you made of sponge that absorbs every blow?”

Well, well, listen to me O friend of my heart
     I am not an angel but a mortal human being,
Just like any other person, I feel pain and I do hurt.
      I have tons of tears to shed but also a song to sing;
I can agonize as I carefully organize a music concert
      And on rough days my rare favorite songs I sing.

You want to know the reason why I keep positive?
     Positive because I’ve got an altogether positive Savior.
When the tempest raged, the sea became negative,
     It was deadly dark and the fog didn’t want to clear—
For even the skies were gloomy and utterly negative.
     But Jesus; my positive Savior took away my fear!

Through the pain, I have learned to love Him more.
	Now I know His voice better; twice He spoke to me;
I know His footsteps in battle; thrice He went before
	 He gives me joy and peace and hope—at stormy sea.
Yes, I am only human but my Savior is in control.
     	 That’s why I’m happy-all my being goes aglow.

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Gentle Breeze

When in the mainland Tanzania I stood,
My eyes lifted up to the mountains,
And cast on the vast beautiful valleys;
When I enjoyed the sweet smell of vanilla,
While walking in the famous bamboo forest;
When I saw the impala leaping majestically,
And the zebra smiling to me in the park-
When gracious birds sang their favorites,
In the natural trees of Mount Mbeya;
I gratefully thought I had seen it all.
But when I visited the island of Zanzibar,
I stood on the sand of the sea shore- 
My curious eyes cast on the waters,
As a gentle breeze was softly blowing,
To bring relief and take my exhaustion away.
I saw the mighty water come tide after tide,
And waves crush repeatedly on the beach;
It was a real thrill to be out there!
Oh how I thank God for His majestic creation!
Yes for the hills and the green valleys,
For the tiring mainland and relaxing island.
God is the creator and sustainer of all things!
He made them all; He’s a lover of the beautiful.

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Nostalgia

Lately, I have been feeling nostalgic 
For my childhood in West Kilimanjaro,
Surrounded by siblings and parents—
Walking ten miles daily to attend school,
While playing and singing along the way.

Yes, I have been feeling nostalgic,
For my boyhood in West Kilimanjaro.
You know, enjoying mangos and sweet potatoes, 
Coupled with chewing the sugar cane, 
Or eating corn on the cob while playing the bao—
Was like a gift that had descended from heaven above.

My thoughts evoke sweet memories
Of the many cherished childish charms:
Memories of nature in its basic virgin state,
Beautiful and free from air pollution—
Free from human abuse and misuse.

I remember walking in the rain, playing with mud,
Listening to birds singing African songs,
Sometimes trying to sing along with them,
While watching colobus monkeys jumping in the trees;
Oh, to me, was like visiting an exotic country;
Was like being on vacation all year round.

Yes, lately I’ve been feeling nostalgic
For my childhood experience there. 
Running among the pinus patula trees
While picking their smiling golden cones,
Or playing hide and seek, among the deep-green
Nonsensical cypress trees—across the river; 
It brings joy to my heart to this very day.

Going fishing in River Simba, in the morning
Or sometimes late in the evening;
Especially over the weekends—
Bringing home those silvery cold water fishes—
Pure and cholesterol free—was really heroic.

Once in a while, Dad would permit me,
And my big brother, Godbless, with some friends,
To go into the woods for honey hunting,
Or for sweetest wild fruit picking—
One day I came back home with a swollen chick.
Bees had punished me for taking their honey.
Although the sting was bitter, the honey was sweet. 

Yes, lately, I have been feeling nostalgic.

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Be Ready To Meet Your King

We know Jesus is coming soon, 
     When events change the world map;
When we stare at the sun and moon
     Every day, keeping on looking up,
Into the blue skies dotted with stars
As we wonder at nature’s scars;
The rolling of days and hours,
     As the world’s history winds up!

With clear voice, signs of the times,
     They not only speak every morning;
But they even shout at times
     As they give the world a warning,
Pointing to the Bible prophecy
With sincerity and divine accuracy
Coupled with the sense of urgency
     Giving all signals with rhymes.

There is no chance, no guesswork;
     No breakdown, no delay,
No regret; no slight mistake
     In the midnight or midday.
God does His “thing” perfectly well!
His sure promises will never fail
But will always ring the right bell,
     Preparing His people for that day.

Now open your eyes and see;
     Set up your own ears and hear
The sound of a roaring rough sea
     Or the voice of a dying volunteer.
Watch TV and listen to the radio,
Read books and papers, watch video.
Be studious in your study studio.
     Surf the Internet without any fear.

Now, what do you see; what do you read?
     Do you see only a promising wink?
Is there true love and peace indeed?
     Do you see enough bread and drink?
Are you sensing life and glee every day?
Or horrific wars and death and decay?
Would you say the world is OK?
      Honestly, is that what you think? 

Now observe it from the social standpoint
      Or religious or political point of view.
Does it seem to encourage or disappoint?
     When you conducted that interview
With sociologists and medical doctors,
Famous statesmen and administrators;
Prolific authors, poets and chief editors,
        From the world over, both old and new,


Did they show you a permanent solution
     To stop hunger and rape and poverty?
Injustice and HIV/AIDS and abortion?
     Global warming, terrorism, and immorality?
Did they succeed to prevent genocide,
And the Satanic hatred hidden inside,
And eradicate sinful acts worldwide?
     “No,” is your answer to each question!

Then what do all these mean to you?
     Could it be that these are the last days,
Predicted by the Lord Jesus Christ,
     Warning us against Satan’s evil ways?
Could it be that God wants us to be ready
For the Second Coming of Christ into the world?
Could it be He’s warning us to escape,
     The coming wrath to make better choices?

Should He come today, this very hour.
      Would you fly to meet Him in the air?
Are you ready to live with Him forever
      In His kingdom prepared for the blest?
Have you accepted Him as your Savior?
Is He the Lord of your life every day?
Are your sins forgiven and washed away?
       Are you sure you are right with God?
Be ready to meet the soon-returning King!

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Beware

When your friends lose their mind,
And go against every sound principle;
When they upset you on purpose,
Setting you up to lose your own,
What do you do?

When they stop thinking and instead, 
They ride their wildest feelings;
When they take advantage of what you are and have;
When they treat you like a fool,
Just to set you up so you can lose your mind too,
How do you react?

Beware of people who’ve lost their mind,
If you are not prudent, you will lose your own.

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Taste of Spring

Though the chilly breeze of an oppressive winter
lingers a little longer—
giving a wintry sound,
I see the smiling blue sky bending to kiss the ground,
causing charming children to chuckle night and day.
I know the sweet taste of spring is on the way.
 
Snow may play hide and seek on you,
like a clock—
ticking and kicking.
It may disappear for a while only to reappear,
whispering into your shivering ear, 
look I am still here.
My eyes still see the sunshine of joy and hurray.
I know the sweet taste of spring is on the way.
 
The sweet taste of spring is on the way,
So, smile Oh my soul.
Never allow icy and insane scaremongers 
to fill your heart with fear and bind your hope in chain.
As day follows night, spring follows winter.
It will bring you healing, joy, and comfort,
and end your wintry season!