Category: Poems

He is looking for the final piece–of His beautiful masterpiece.

Earnestly searching and tracing–His steps back to the start.

The piece He is looking for–came through the belly part.

It’s image marked–just like the others.

It’s likeness unique–set apart–from it’s brothers.

He saw the missing piece–before it went–before it ceased.

He pursed it with love–because He seeks what He please.

He values His masterpiece–for it is a reflection from His heart.

So when pieces go missing– the picture tears apart.

O missing piece—do you not know how–valuable you are?

Do you understand your master–made you exactly how you are?

There is nothing wrong with your jagged cuts and your tears–

Every line and curve on you– is meant to fit perfectly in Here.

-AGOKOGA

Today….

I found myself back on the floor again.

Wrestling a cloud that swept over me.

This one, cumulus…

Big and Grey.

With arms that boldly void out the day.

Cumulus swollen with liquid death,

prepared to blow it’s liquid breath.

But I ran….

I hid….

under the sun.

concealed myself with the piercing one.

The one with warm arms of ray.

The sun that welcomes me to stay.

What did this cloud think–

coming into my wilderness?

Did it not know—

the Son covers me all–with His goodness?

-AGOKOGA

I AM seen as beloved, in His very eyes.

I don’t belong to the other,

who tries to fill me with his lies.

I am Abba’s Image,

Wonderfully made, Beautifully done.

I was birthed into this world,

but accepted in His Son.

In His arms I am kept, away from any harm.

For He is is my safe haven,

the place I find my calm.

-AGOKOGA

In each neighbor

a unique story unfolds.

Their presence–a reminder

of the love God molds.

For they, like us,

crave connection and care,

In this shared existence

we all have a role to bear.

To be the hands that heal,

the hearts that mend,

to lend a listening ear,

to be a steadfast friend.

-AGOKOGA 

Be still my soul, trust in the physician’s skill.

For healing manifests, when we surrender our will.

Do not run!

Do not hide!

Come allow him to see, the disease in your heart.

Bring yourself to him, immediately from the start.

O’ would you let the great physician, anchor you in his grace.

O’ Would you accept His restoration, by seeking His face.

-AGOKOGA