It was an amazing experience for the first time in this new environ,
it wasn't so long before an invite of the glorious holy spirit into this house was made and now the melody that it produces gives joy to everyone.
The choir sang ''glorious in excelsis'',
The men sang ''Amen, Hallelujah'',
The women sang ''See what the Lord can do''
The young adults sang ''and the angels cried glory''
indeed it was an Amen and a Hallelujah, voices blending as instruments played
those unable to sing, swayed with the rhythm,
some standing, others sitting,
the order of service, impeccable,
no doubt the Lord visited his people
and honoured the celebration of His son's birth, a gift to the world
A lesson learnt : J- for Jesus, Y- yourself last and O- others in-between
It was even more special with a Food bank.. People helped themselves to food needed for the season, while others added to the food bank
This season and worship depicts joy, unity and love among brethren
We can all go through the rest of the year rejoicing in our heart for the birth of Jesus in Us.
I am Glad, I was there, I am Rejoicing for such a wonderful time, I am giving gratitude to God for such a great turn-up and the stirring of people's hearts to His house.

It was the first music Concert held at the Apostolic Faith Mission UK, bexley branch months after the dedication.

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Traveling miles away from my usual location,

For days I looked forward to this experience of having to capture a full orchestra

Now I’m here and I’m happy but I’m I really happy?

It’s all caused by my feet

Intending to work diligently for the creator,

I left my studies and exam preparation to help out with where my skill is needed

It is often said that the old wicked man is never happy and it’s true especially when you’ve dedicated your time to God

Walking down the stairs during my duty, shoes off and tights on, the narrow staircase decides to be slippery

I fall, head hitting the wall, ankle twisted, cartilage sprained and tendor pulled

Then I realise, this would be really long

Indeed it was but the love that was shown exceeded what anyone would think

Everyone around me passing on the love of the saviour to me and my heart cries in thanksgiving to God because with each love shown, I get better.

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While walking back from a stressful day of learning about the complexities of this world,
I feel the fresh air as the waters start slipping of my tearduct,
Releasing how much work i've got with little time,
I cling to HiIM who made me like a dying patient holding on to life with the help of a life support

I then notice someone walking passed me from a hospital tears in her eyes as she whispers softly words unheard and unknown but known to the maker of all things
I suddenly find myself whispering a prayer on her behalf and at that moment realising she may have more problems than me.
I begin whispering prayer of thanksgiving coupled with a heartache but with faith that the one above will take care of it all.
I lay it all at his feet in thanksgiving and praise, lifting up my Ebenezer for the wonderful life he has given me
I don't know how to express this praise within because my heart bursts forth with Joy.

He is my all in all.

Acceptable or not,
This is another world of its own.

Walking down the road in an area of the docklands,
Feeling an ache
With my head spinning with thoughts,
I finally get on board - the light train

Lost in thoughts,
My phone network, finger dialed straight to a far away country,
A country ahead of most parts of the world,
To a dear friend
As to be expected, it was midnight over there
A broad smiile across my face as I say "hello"
but I couldn't continue the convo, I had to say "good bye"

About to continue with my research on internet security
My finger on the zipper
As a huge man walks into the light train
Voice in high audibles
Language not easily understood
It goes like this "legelogo...."
Yea, these people I just don't understand them
Everyone on the train try to ignore him
but typical country people would pretend not to mind
it is disturbing
So, I pick up my phone to do this post and then another set get on board
The perfume possibly home-made because the fragrance could stimulate anger - the climax of strong fragrance
I am trying to breathe and can't write any more.

Read Poems on the Underground 1 and 2 here

Although past rush hour, the city still busy.
The lines fully packed, I a traveller within
All sitting places occupied by the blonde, brunette, sleek, soft n silky, n natural
The toddlers at it with their voices in high audibles

holding on for support felt like holding on to life
I held on with my mind wandering far and wide
Many on the grey line were on the same track as me
Going deep through life's path as the little droplets where about escaping through my tearduct
Then I knew this was the climax

Praying so hard to quickly get off and get behind close doors to hold on to HIS promise just as I held on to the poles
I caught myself praying for those in similar situation as myself
Then something triggered, mine may not be as worse as others: a flash of hope

Out of the darkness, the grey line gradually pulled in to daylight
And there it was; a new HOPE ends my story of the Underground.