TIMES, LOVE AND LUST
Times change and sometimes we feel insecure.
We face a lot of difficulties and disappointment that makes us un-assured.
We break down; we are nailed bound as we bear the hurts and pains that rip us apart to soar.
Time race though it never stops for its case must be made in days.
We chase, so many things on our minds that get us thinking why certain things happen this way.
Anyway they happen this day.
We still live, alive as we breath.
So we dream. Wake up to another gaze of the sun, a new day begin.
It’s hard to say what will come in this life but one thing is sure.
There may be bad days, loosen your grip, opening each palm wide.
Be calm.
No matter how difficult today may seem to be, don't forget that by tomorrow, today must have ended.
How comes in our time things changed? that……
Love has become an embodiment of youthful pleasure,
A room for delightful treasure
But all you get is a world surrounded by pressure.
Love now has become a “wolf in a sheep’s clothing” as the say – it is lust
How much more do we define love?
Love is affection; it’s everything we see in physical,
Anything that makes a sound to our five senses,
Looks, sounds, taste, smells, feelings, of what? Anything that tingles
Lust has become a philosophy the society now embraces.
What a disgrace.
Lust has its base in every corner; well, we say it’s alright, wrong.
Call it gay, lesbianism and call in fornication; we are all in. coz that’s actually where the society wants us to be.
Whatever God made was made of the opposite,
Whatever ever God said was tramped immediately
And now enslaved to the grave
Yet lust is so enclosed and entangled in a beautiful linen and presented as a bride in the church and so dwelt among the youths.
I quote Jefferson Bethke
“So we’re addicted to sex. We’re addicted to power.
We call ourselves men, but really we’re just cowards,
because the apple looks sweet, but then it turns sour.
How come every time, we buy into an idol,
we’re the ones that get devoured?
I mean, you say you’re not a slave, but here is something to chew.
You ever wondered why pictures of naked girls got so much power over you?
It is a question.”
Comfort, power, sex, alcohol, religion, pleasure,
all good things unless turned into an ultimate thing,
because the problem is that what you do is that your heart needs to be made new,
because if you don’t crush your idols, then your idols will crush you.
Now the youths of today say “the beginning of love is the lost of light”
Have we forgotten so soon that we are a new creation?
Old things have gone behold everything is made new.
What does the world get to say about this?
Listen in their speech they say “we are a new generation,
A regeneration, a rebirth of modern romance.
Who says marriage is where desire goes to die?
We can’t quite bring ourselves to believe that passion can thrive on modern love,
Because our sexual imagination is stuck in the past
Sex and sexual attraction are such a massive part of dating
that it’s not surprising many of us get confused between what is love and what is lust.
Let me tell you but a few;
Love doesn’t want to own, control or posses
It wants you to help, support and encourage.
It is the desire to see the person you care for
Grow into the person they can possible be.
Many might think I just got this crazy idea about love but
Many at times we as young blood make a misconception.
The flesh desires its folk lust
Obsessed with the physical, always craving your attention,
Making you lose your direction, mind you it’s not an illusion.
It binds tight your induction to greater things.
Wait a minute, you call it fun time.
Well, I call it run time
And so Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
And finally Love never fails.
It's always A Brighter Beginning!
Poem Written By
Abraham John
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