The Spirit of Prophecy | Ellen G. White

LITERARY CORNER

Poetry

BEHOLD HIM

By Mercy Nyapigoti

Behold Him, saviour and friend Behold Him in a manger In the synagogue as a teacher A healer and not a breaker Behold a friend Behold a saviour To the deaf, first sound heard To the mute, first word spoken Indeed first gaze to the blind Behold a saviour He cometh Not in wind, nor earthquake Not in fire nor strife But in still and small voice To the less in hope and voice Come now to Him Closer is he than our own skin Near he is than our next breath Music and praise to soul he filleth Behold he waiteth

TIME

By Gift Mikondo

Time waits for no one. Like a train it goes. It’s never yours. With unfailing precision time ticks, Unmindful of your plans and tricks While it’s still the reign of the sun, run for your dreams. Grow and learn from the wells of silence. Don’t give up on yourself, carry on every minute. Generate a life reason as you unwind the wheel of time. Lo, the clock delays no sec. Don’t lag behind with your mind. Every day, rise and shine! Sometimes waiting isn’t delaying, time has patience too. All you have is now in the spiral of time. Find your strength to give time the best of you.

GET READY

By Gift Mikondo

Like a wraith apparition In its cup of indignation His fierce wrath is poured out Unmingled with mercy nor single doubt On that day of great gloom and doom!

The last seven plagues Awaits daughters of the dragon No harm to them under the hem of purity for they have eternal surety

Refrain from enormity Sun worldly pleasure Die to self, die to self… Lay your treasure on heaven’s shelf

Don’t roam in Rome alone Sojourn with Christ as Aaron did in the past Unlike the sons of this era of error Walk as Jacob and job did Get ready for that awful day of terror

Wake up Cease your pride in make-up cleanse your mess in pride Of appearance and dress All inequity confess to repentance That you may stand the day of great indignity Heed not to fables Hid away from deadly tables speak not in world’s tongue Get ready for the new song And His eminently soon coming.

DOESN’T ADD UP

By Casten Chikumbutso

Well, How I fail In every way Everyday I almost give up For life doesn’t add up. Yet how you care Is like a glare Blinding my sight With heavenly delight, You press on Inspite of my sin, How you don’t give up It doesn’t add up Truly it doesn’t And till eternity it won’t.

References: John 3:16; 1 John 3:1

From the Spirit of Prophecy:

The plan for our redemption was not an afterthought, a plan formulated after the fall of Adam. It was a revelation of “the mystery which hath been kept in silence through times eternal.” Romans 16:25, R. V. It was an unfolding of the principles that from eternal ages have been the foundation of God’s throne. -The Desire of Ages page 22 paragraph number 2