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CONTENTS Preface In This Day Fallen Wooden Mic Enough Constipation Hypocritical Accomplices Fear Desperate Bride The Battle Poem Partiality To The 21st Century Church

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PREFACE Class Twenty6 is a group energetic artists, who are predominantly poets, they have it at the hearts to spread the Gospel through art. We believe that art is a tool for reaching out to both the saved and the lost alike, for God takes the foolish things of this world and uses them for His glory to save those who are lost. The name Class Twenty6 was derived form Proverbs 20:6 which says “Many a man claims to be faithful, but a faithful man who can find?” We take this to be our driving verse in our day to day lives, to be faithful as our Father is faithful and true, always bearing in mind that we are Disciples of Christ, therefore we continuously seat at His feet to learn from Him. The title of this compilation sprang from a discussion we had a few months ago, and we felt it in our heart that the Lord wanted us to address a few things that matter but are talked about very little or not at all. These are things that are wounding us as Christians, leaving us in bondage and isolation, thereby making us vulnerable to the wiles of the Devil. We pray that the Lord will speak to you through these pages, that you should be encouraged, challenged and refreshed; and may all those entangled have their eyes opened and set free by the Spirit of the Lord.

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IN THIS DAY Kestain Chelewani In my day, I am my own man My life, my rules, my game.

If you ask me, my mouth will tell you: “I am a Christian, A Blood-washed believer, A son of the Most High” But deep down within me, my heart tells a different story.

When I take an audit of my life, I find I still live in the past, ‘Cause I have been on Social Media, more than I have been in Prayer I have read more statuses, than I have read Bible Verses I have loved pleasure, More than I have loved my Saviour “Hahaha”, “Kkk” and “Lol”, pop up on my keypad More than the word “Jesus” does!

I am more hungry for a text in my inbox, More than I am for a word from the master of the Universe The percentage of my phone battery Matters to me, more than my spirituality The current affairs, are more appealing to my soul, Than the Ancient words I have fed myself with all the lies from the TV Never wanting to miss an episode of that must watch series Never wanting to miss the hype from the movies All the football stars, the players and the managers Have infiltrated my mind, percolating into all my conversations From morning to evening Even at midnight, I never want to miss a Goal Yet, I haven’t even won a soul No, I am not like Paul, In my heart, I see a deep sore Now am full of sorrow ©Class Twenty6™® 2019

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I had found a bed in Comfort zone, Never wanting to awake from my slumber, But I hear a knock on the door of my heart From the One who sits on the throne Who is always making intercession Calling me out of my Luke-warmness Before I am spat out of His mouth For my days are, but numbered I tremble, I shiver, I quiver Feeling helpless, hopeless and hapless, I mourn I waited for the morning, But joy did not come For I still had my yesterday’s burden I cried, I looked around, I saw there was no one Who could come to my rescue O, what a wretched man I am.

I thought I knew Him, But all I had was a pile of information I was called to lay my life down as a sacrifice But all I did was dancing around the cross Christ no longer had the supremacy Till I lifted my heart and looked into His eyes And my life was humbled to true repentance I was showered with the refreshing times from His Presence He changed all my tastes He overthrew all my heart’s idols It no longer now is my day, for all things are His His life, His precepts, His Grace.

In this day, I no longer am my own man I am my Father’s son In this day, I no longer seek my own But to know Him and the power of His resurrection In this day, to live is Christ and to die is gain.

In this day, I am His own.

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FALLEN Maria Of Soul In the beginning of time In the garden responsibly mine You were the beautifully created help The perfection in God's eyes I was incomplete until your rise Your eyes completed what was I zoomed into my deepest secrets Deep down in my deepest fears I told you what I had to respect The one and only sweet Architect But I didn't know my greatest weakness YOU! In the beauty of dusk In the middle of the night Stories would never last Of our adventures at last In the beauty of dawn In the shine of noon Under the full moon We dreamt of each other In each other's arms Where our love grew My trust would also glue YOU! You helped me to my fall And I led our generational curse Communities laughing at us Losing all that was ours Beauty, garden, fate, pride, purpose, closures Adventures into the darkness closures Yes we literally didn't die serpent But it feels worse, worthless to even repent We are now the walking dead Responsible for all dead bodies Just because I had a weak spot for YOU! I know I told Him it was your fault

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I know I panicked in my thoughts But the forbidden was of mutual consent We were both dead curious cats Forgive me for being a chicken Just like I fore gave myself a burden Though our sin left a big scar Though we are like fallen stars Reaching for ultimate grace and mercy I have found my new purpose Hoping to save our unborn child From the curse, maybe also ME & YOU!

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WOODEN MIC Derived Truth Hello it’s me, I will sing a song So foreign that it scratches The ear drums surface To surface the underlying Crust blocking the conduit To hear my seemingly unpleasant melody, Blinded by waxing thoughts that Numb the senses of hearing For I am audibly “missing every note” And non-conformity to the tune Is “No-No” For am high pitched Lacking the X factor Breaking glasses of conformity They term me judgmental Throwing tomatoes mocking My inability to sing the swan Songs sung on a Sunday Where we deliberately Scratch the surface Practically conveying words That none practice For we scratch the surface Such that The ear drums Of ebbing carnal minds To act the part and live the life We scratch the crust Minds Floating on lava of worldly world views Then question when earthquakes Of disproportional living Lividly leaving us in awe Of the magnitude of our stupidity And itching ears

No wonder we scratch the surface Of earlobes itching to drum To songs biblically inclined On an axis to deny the power thereof No wonder we 2,3,5 step past Timothy Dancing to the subdued tunes We deny to echo in our heart Or worse term the music Unpleasant Because idly we worship with our lips, In buildings, mountains and gardens Yet walk in the lies we receive willingly Refusing the daily morsels of truth defining moments that will make you Christ-like I mean Christian Public political rants Portraits the pure God didn’t paint.

So hello It is still me so allow me to sound Like a broken record And address the elephants in the room So enormously grotesque That they have become a massive grey area Tip toing our way past the inevitable The task, Trying to hide what visibly ails us in trunks, Storing the music that pleases our ears But alas we pleasantly walk pass The dung infested scent As it were sweet aroma, Allowing the stench grow Whilst we tip-toe Feet so desecrated, And distant from truth, ©Class Twenty6™® 2019

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We preach prosperity and Joy In the spirit, But watch them walk out Empty tins Make noise Like a class instead of a ward Where the hurt find healing, The broken get mended; We tell them they’ll succeed Yet fail to tell them of the deadly disease That ails The atmosphere, That from every breath Their sticky mucus circulating in their Lungs to not talk about Ails We watch as They stick to the screens glued Jarred to images, That wax them to lust The very sounds we declare obscene The subject Idolized to feed The eyes lust for More Fantasy sold to soil The very mind Into a slave, Its ok I can stop, Sung in his ear, The concoction So readily available Yet mercilessly devours

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Though hidden in am not hurting anyone But we silently Redress the wound Gushing the Christian souls With songs it is well There is power in the blood, We sing but silently we condone sin What happen to the friend that sticks more than a brother, We papering over the cracks Of an addiction so far reaching Than crack cocaine, For its tentacles have grown Roots in the soils of society, Feeding the mind of endless men For how will they be pure, If matters of purity we Shy away from So hello it is me, I will problem win a wooden mic For I won’t win idols But to idly watch And not stretch our hands To emancipate one soul From the toils of lust, The pains of the past Or whatever idol That reeks the soul I will not do, So I will say it again There is power to save your soul There is power over the pull of porn Jesus is He

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ENOUGH Presley Kanjuchi Jr Have you ever wondered If the Bible can help you with your deepest problems?

I have, I struggled to know what to do with life, For a season I wished I had some special word from the Lord I thought biblical teaching on sexuality needs updating I wished for a more direct, More personal revelation than what I got, from slowly reading through the Bible.

I secretly wanted to add something to the word of God you know, just to make things safer I felt like the Bible just wasn’t enough for living a faithful life in today’s world But God is wise His mercy endures forever By his grace he showed me how, Scripture is profitable for teaching.

It tells us who God is and what he demands.

It tells us who we are, why we are here, where we are from, and where we are going.

It tells us about love and marriage.

It tells us about life before our life and about life after death.

Most of all, it tells us about sin and forgiveness, about Christ and the cross, about how we are lost and how to be found.

And because Scripture says what God says, we can completely trust everything Scripture says and all it teaches.

Scripture is profitable for reproof and correction.

It convicts and consoles.

It cuts and comforts.

It stops us short when we mess up and sets us back on the right path.

God gave us the Bible Because he loves us enough

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to tell us what he thinks and to tell us how to live.

Scripture is profitable for training in righteousness.

I mean no one succeeds at the highest level in sports without working out.

No one makes it in music without lots of practice.

No one excels in scholarship without years of study. And no one makes it far in the school of holiness without hours and days and years in the word.

You and I simply will not mature as quickly, minister as effectively, or live as gloriously without immersing ourselves in the Scriptures.

We need the Bible if we are to be competent Christians.

The Bible will build us up so that we can endure suffering.

It will give us discernment for difficult choices.

It will make us strong enough to be patient with others and patient enough to respond with kindness when others hurt us.

It sends us out to care for the poor and welcome the stranger.

There is no limit to what the Bible can do for us, to us, and through us.

We can never outgrow the Bible, because its always the means to make us grow.

The Bible is only impractical for the immature, and only irrelevant for the fools who believe that almost everything is new under the sun. but God’s word is enough

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CONSTIPATION Cornelius Mpesi I was busy I had no time Or I thought I was busy And I had no time As I kept being busy with my busyness Yet there wasn’t any business to keep me busy I ignored my sensors When they told me to act accordingly I thought I was buying time Time lost can’t be regained It was building up, while I pretended Not to have noticed anything The parameters within my system Made it clear that things were not good But I just by-passed the devices And pressed reset to continue with whatever All the critical control points raised an alarm That the factor of safety had been surpassed Once again I was busy But I took time off to address The irregularities that I had been notified I was too late, things were not looking good Steps were missed, no condensation nor freezing Just deposition Just like old habits die-hard Well this was quite a situation A lock-down, I was under arrest Trying to relieve myself But my bowels found it difficult to push Just because I postponed the meeting You may have some things That are about to take you hostage In your own backyard Things you are certain do not please God The time to get rid of them is now Later doesn’t keep promises

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While it is called to day Get rid of that habitual sin, cry out to Jesus When deposition occurs Things may get ugly And it’s never easy to offload In the middle of constipation Get out of the fake-comfort It’s all make-believe From the devil to keep you entangled You are never too busy to make it right You are not too dirty to be cleaned by Him Don’t let it come to the point of constipation

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HYPOCRITICAL Disciple Mac As usual, I passed by the lady selling tomatoes, akasi, ku msika wanjala And as usual, she came to chase paper, and I had come to chase souls Alas! Dropping from a taxi at a nearby stage Was a girl, light in complexion, in her late teens The spirit compelled me to share the gospel with her “fornicators, liars, adulterers will not not inherit the kingdom” was the take message She nodded in agreement depicting a little transformation Time past, I was engaged in another setup At Pangazako Primary School Whilst distributing condoms I bumped into a girl, light in complexion AMANDA!! AMANDA!!

Her friends cheered her, celebrating life As she tried to convince her friends to abstain and not condomize Amanda tried to convince her friends that she’s now born anew BOOM!! She was face to face with me She could not believe I, the same man, that preached against adultery Today here I am, Yes on duty Unknowingly preaching condomize, and not abstain I mean, I don’t really use condoms But for sure I know these primary school kids will need them I defended and excused myself as much as I could But there was a voice within me that yelled “oh what a hypocrite you are, sir” Hypocrites Preaching unequal yoking but deep down I’m only attracted to these ladies who clothe seductively Which in real sense that’s what my heart yearns for And not these archaic and non-attractive ladies that seem to have lived in the 80’s What’s more critical I say I wanna kill this hypocritical character Of corruption But down on my knees I do not only benefit from it

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But also practice it This moment I have just named it differently My atsogo caliber will let me be picky Every time I’m on my knees I know I masturbate but my mouth won’t let me speak it Because even my bear hands prove that this subject is really sticky Lord I confess I’m unworthy to come in your sight All round me filth, I can’t spot one thing right Unpleasant is my path, only deserving your wrath But deep down in my heart I pray for your grace Lord have mercy on me I don’t wanna die a hypocrite

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ACCOMPLICES Alphmax Makungwa Listen Lend me your ears And I will address your fears As I undress your crocodile tears I passed by a man Devoid of understanding Stepping on his shadow But the shadow stepped on him each time “Tell my people their sins and don’t spare” I wonder how many would do this today [Thinking out loud] Perhaps it’s because we are accomplices Coconspirators We are holy—Noo, we can’t stare at Beyonce’s half naked photos Or watch naked men and women Prostituting their bodies in porn movies No, we are holy—a royal priesthood We can only put the hood Hide our faces And put that brother’s or sister’s half naked photo on our statuses Mesa its just an innocent ‘Save the date’ card [Thinking aloud] Perhaps we don’t call out people’s sins ‘cause our girlfriends and boyfriends do them And our classmates and families too Accomplices Accessories Ye that love self more than God Hypocrites Damning Beyonce to hell

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‘cause of her sexual tight fitted attire But when it’s your ‘holy’ girlfriend/boyfriend Or that close relative you so admire Reveals her so called curves And breast cleavage Or his muscle tight shirt And skinny jean Revealing his guns Status caption “Wow, fearfully and wonderfully made—kiss kiss” Accomplices And then you wonder How the Lord seem so farther So distant That calling him ‘father’ Seems so strange Then you wonder How when that girl Shaking her behind Passing by—you have a hard time looking away Fulfilling that Chichewa saying ‘phini yobwereza’ You look twice And thrice As you feast And drool On the table of lust Then you wonder How when that man comes by And says ‘hi’ You are unable to resist his smile For in your heart You’ve already gone with him a mile Indeed you are ‘captivated’ by his ‘charm’ Taken hostage By your own unguarded appetite for attention But Let me take you back To the beginning For in truth I passed by a believer ©Class Twenty6™® 2019

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Devoid of understanding Preaching ‘God is holy, stop fooling around’ But the words had no effect For s/he was the culprit An accessory An accomplice Trying to step on a shadow Saying timponde satana Alas, satanayo anaponda iyeyo

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FEAR Lucy Thawani A lot had happened with her The worrier spirit suppressed the warrior in her It gripped her by the hand Led her into the world of “what if’s” Her heart pounded faster as a thousand thoughts flooded through her mind Only one scary moment made every night scary in her life Nights are never moments to look forward to No matter how tired she is Fear keeps bringing up the past Oh dearly beloved One thing you should do; Forget those things which are behind And be reaching forth unto those things which are before Press towards the mark for the prize of the high calling Of God in Christ Remember Jesus our Lord promised To be with us to the end of the age The past seems to be knocking on his door Every time he tries to do something good The evil past haunts him down Fear grabs his hand Leads him back to the day he tempted him And mightily he fell Of what he will become he fears Of what his future holds he worries Oh dearly beloved remember The past is gone, you are a new creation The Lord forgives and forgets He separates us from our sin like the east is from the west A broken and contrite heart, He forsakes not This fear has no sanity It just doesn’t only darken the past It makes the present look impossible No matter how hard you try it makes all your efforts be in vain But you are almost there Remember God shall bring to completion every good work HE started in you

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No matter how long it may seem to be taking Make the right decision Do not be afraid For God is with you Roll it away Let it not burden you Lay it all at Jesus’ feet And be not entangled again with the yoke of bondage Fear for the future Fear for the unknown Oh! What extraordinary things fear drives us to do Oh! What reckless, foolish and stupid things we opt for when fear knocks Oh what sin!

Fear of death with hunger Esau sold out generational blessings Fear of not fulfilling bodily desires Amnon ruined his whole life In fear, some are opting for death Oh beloved, you have no idea what lies on that side Others have sought for help in the enemies’ camp Oh beloved That camp is worse than what you are going through And the pain you are going through Cannot be compared to the glory to come Kneel down and lay it all on Jesus’ feet Stand up and take responsibility No temptation has overtaken you but such as is common to man But God is faithful Who will not suffer you To be tempted above what you are able But with the temptation also make a way to escape That you may be able to bear it Yes, you will bear it Endure to the end For lo, He overcame already!

In fear of drowning Peter cried to the Lord Oh beloved Look to the cross Look to Jesus and live Look to Jesus and live Look, look to Jesus and live! ©Class Twenty6™® 2019

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Oh now Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter; Fear God, keep His commandments: for this is the whole duty of man For God shall bring every work into judgement, With every secret thing, whether it be good or whether it be evil

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DESPERATE BRIDE Lusungu Munthali I never told you Have an idol Don’t look at me with a strange look I have read the books But never have I come to the truth I am no Luke nor Theophilus I think I have not been Serious I worshipped the Queen of heaven and Sirius Wished upon the stars Forgot the Most High above me There goes the shooting star I made a wish before it went out never To be seen again That is the life I chase apart from Scriptures Jesus has a Bride Prepared with a veil purchased by the blood All white including the soul But I am dark Seated on my idols like Rachel pretty Calling Jesus my Bridegroom Yet in my heart he has no room I'm Rome Anti-Christ my syndrome See I slay him I don't trust Him My lips do though I have idols I adore I careless about the Saviour Check my status I'm single I'm idle I have an idol

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He goes before me He laughs with me He laughs at me He caresses me He cares less about me But I cleave to him I stare at him He stares back but does not see me He destroyed me He stole from me He killed me I am a muse Carrying a message I'm a mess in this age I'm in bondage I need a strong bond in this age But I gave myself to idols See now I'm idle My eyes see the nudity of darkness Exposed by the light Yet I choose to turn a blind eye And follow the dark path Against the light I wear shades Choosing to hide from the truth I made friends with Jezebel I still need someone to ring a bell To wake me up from this hell Well, nobody can The only person to stop me is me I need to ring the bell I want out of hell

James 1:13-14 Let no man say when he is tempted, I am tempted of God: f or God cannot be tempted with evil, neither tempteth he any man: But every man is tempted, when he is drawn away of his own lust, and enticed

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THE BATTLE POEM Blessings Chipeta When I put Satan in my pocket When I put him away from view I thought I’m disconnected from him like a plug off a socket I thought I no more got to suck powers from him like the cohorts of voodoo Powers to lure gullible women Powers to feign righteousness and win favours Sexual, material or whatever gain Powers to make me so-so cunning and clever I won (hearts and their) affection I won (intimacy in) friendships I won attention and admiration So much rewards from relationships I carried an image That no gullible son or daughter could suspect nor resist But who knew I was a saint in bondage, Awarded demoniacal afflictions and enslaving assists?

Who noticed the deception in my eyes The secret grinning and winking And the dark laughter and smiles that disguised true lies?

Who knew of the dirt I was speaking?

Who knew of my secret panting for pleasure Of my constrained heartbeat for those images on my mind Scenes of natural suits in awkward sex captured from porn Scenes I could view and rewind and view and rewind I used to make sketches in my head of the nubiles The nubiles I set my lustful eyes on during my opportune moments of voyeurism I'd made a covenant with my mind to bring it many a file To satisfy myself love --my narcissism Who knew I had this strange passion?

Only my spirit was appalled by the truth

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That self-stimulation made being a man of integrity an illusion I was just like any other lustful youth Who would believe the daunting reality?

I was somewhere between being a human and being a dog Somewhere between having moral sense and being overtaken by carnality I think I was overly more of a rogue Yes, if only you could look at my puffing chest Look at my dwindling weight I was filling in my heart with incest Yet I was being eaten by remorse and regret Who knew that the lifting up of hands Singing along to melodious praise Was only a show to leave the world in the dark---completely blind Blind even to my finer lies?

Who knew my prayers in the public and the teaching of Scripture were only learnt Learnt by observation of the church and of preachers?

Who knew I was only so bent?

Bent on painting and keeping a perfect picture?

But (with the passage of time) I became tired of it all Tired of simple imitation Tired of trying to live like some fanatic soul Tired of the delusion Now, I wanted to be a realist instead One who's honest with himself I wanted to be freed And put the people-pleasing practice off me and off the shelf So I'd put Satan in my pocket I thought he wouldn't be in control anymore But I guess I didn't want to reject, I didn’t want to scare him for good after all But I've realized, I should not keep Satan just at bay Rather I should resist him with passion And he'd free away ©Class Twenty6™® 2019

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Never to have his way in me again Yet I mustn’t do this with self-effort anymore I need mercy and I need grace I need true salvation to overtake my soul, my all I need Jesus to deliver me from darkness

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PARTIALITY Richard Nyali I open my mouth and say Of a truth I perceive that God is no respecter of persons I am certain, my Lord shows no partiality I shall no more call common nor impure that which He has cleansed For there’s no difference between the Jew and the Greek Between the Lomwe and the Tumbuka; the Yao and the Sena The Black man and the Mzungu; nor the Black man and the Mwenye For the same Lord over All is rich unto All that call upon Him But oh preacher, haven’t you been partial?

You seek to preach to the educated, elite and excellently dressed Has not God chosen the poor of this world, rich in the faith, as heirs of His kingdom?

From whence does this wisdom that has you preaching in town only come from?

For the wisdom from above is pure, full of mercy and good fruits, and without partiality Yes, some wise men are the poor of this world But what has you searching for mentors only among the rich preachers, young preacher?

Are you not partial in your search for wisdom?

And so out with this partiality!

Out with this partiality in the house of my Lord!

He has seen it – my Lord has perceived it How dare you make a distinction between the poor and rich children of God And I saw it – you gave that man Church leadership because he has a car You now have seats marked “Reserved” – for the “elephants” in the house of my God And being poor doesn’t mean you’re holy, you know – it’s no license for sin So out with this partiality in the house of my Lord!

Jesus, our peace, has broken down the wall of partition between the Jews and the Gentiles He has reconciled us both unto God by one body by the cross For through Him we All have access unto the Father by one Spirit One Lord, one faith, one God and Father of all above us all – through all and in you all How dare you break apart the body of Christ by you tribes and races?

You fail to love your neighbour because you differ in origins No racist shall inherit the kingdom of God How dwells the love of God in you when you’re of the “amwenye amandinyasa crew”?

Do not pervert justice Do not show partiality to the poor nor favoritism to the rich You notice carnal dressing in your local church’s praise-team You suddenly become blind when your international gospel artist does it

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You’re Berean to the local preacher at the market – noble in judging if the scriptures are so Yet you trust your television screen to screen out the false – while discernment Rests In Peace It’s not gospel cause the TV station said so – nor is he proud when he speaks high school Your partiality in judgment is poisoning you – judge righteous judgment!

I yearn for the day – when multitudes of all nations, tribes, peoples and languages Shall stand before the throne and the Lamb with blood washed robes crying in one voice I shall speak of Rahab, Babylon, Philistia, Tyre and Ethiopia – these were born there also For all who fear him and worketh righteousness from every nation are accepted by God I desire for the day – when classes, ranks and substance shall no more divide And the glorious multi-tribed, multi-coloured Church shall be presented to Christ For God who knows the hearts purifies all our hearts by faith – making no difference He judges truthfully and righteously, and with Him is no partiality!

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TO THE 21ST CENTURY CHURCH Christina Choliva Hello church You look great today I truly love your greeting smiles Wow! And the decoration, Is so stunning It only reminds me of the star house of my grand mama You’re shining today church.

I really appreciate your work For you tirelessly run up and down And never will you allow trash Down, on the floor Until you bend your own back-back to the floor Till you see it flowing in the Mudi I appreciate how you take care of the building called church.

But I have this against you, Why don’t you fear the Lord though?

Who told you, that sins have numbers from 1 to 4?

As if sin is classified in classes of form one to four?

Remember to remember that, Sin is sin whether unseen as your last seen Or seen as your 24 hour statuses It is still sin in the eyes of Jehovah.

Where is the fear of the Lord Church Don’t you know that, The Love of God is the hate of evil Then why are you busy wearing a vail?

Do you think you can cover your uncovered sin?

Don’t ye know that, The one who has eyes even able to

see through your see-through vail?

Remove that vain vail, For he was nailed just to tear the separating vail, What else do you want the Son of man to do?

Remember where you have fallen Church, Remember your First Love, For Love came down on earth According to the scriptures Lived without sin And on the third day rose and was seen by the multitude According to the Scriptures…

According to the Scriptures, the Lord of Host says “ Hear! Oh Israel: the Lord our God is One Lord: And thou shalt love the Lord and depart from evil!”

Again remember where you have fallen!

And unto the angel of the 21st Century Church, write…

I have seen your commitment How your money, time and all that you have invested in my work Know that your good work like Cornelius’ have come up for a memorial before the Just GOD. I appreciate your time in prayer, As men ought to pray indeed, I’m sure even Soche Mountain and the Lilongwe Botanic Gardens know The length, width and even the weight of your feet, I can’t forget your good work church.

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But church, Why is it that you have the needy among you?

Why is it that I see the cries of hungry stomachs?

And have you forgiven them?

Those who broke your heart?

If not then, how will they know, That you are My disciples?

Love one another, Kondanani wina ndi mnzache.

For Love covers a multitude of sins Love clothes the naked, Love feeds the hungry Love forgives 7*77 times Love thy neighbor For God is Love To the 21st Century Church, The Lord is your shepherd You shall never want He shepherds His sheep tenderly For He never sleeps nor slumbers He prunes those He loveth, The Lord cares.

The Lord has seen your tears He has heard your cries Though you walk through the dark valleys He is with you always, till the end of ages.

Hold steadfast, fix your eyes to the cross, Have faith, stay faithful till the end, For He is our Living Hope, The only Hope of glory, Endure church till the end For He is coming to take you home, Endure, stand steadfast, put on the full armor till the end of days.

To the 21st Century Church, write,

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I know thy works and thy labour That you cannot bear those that are prosperity preachers, For yours is not the kingdom of Miracle money, but Christ crucified I know your laptops are full of Paul Washer, Spurgeon, the Ravenhill and the like, And never have I seen a chaxy (machaka) preacher before you, I am indeed impressed for you know them, the false teachers even by name.

Nevertheless, I have this against you, Do you know Him? Have you seen Him? Have you given it all to serve Him? The lamb, that taketh away self righteousness?

Have you practiced what you’ve heard?

If not, repent or else I will come quickly and remove your candle stick.

And to the 21st Century Church, Remember, you are a sanctuary Of the Holy Spirit, for He lives in you, You know what? I love how you sing; “How lovely is Zion city of God!” I hope you know how lovely it is right?

The city of silver and gold, Brighter that the sun, For the Son brightens the day and night, The city that knowest not weeping, For the Prince of Peace rules, Oh! How lovely is Zion city of God. But, but wait, Why then do you behave so?

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And not as the Lord of your body?

Then why do you behave as the temple of Baal?

And your eyes as the altar of its prophets?

Or are you a daughter of Jezebel?

Have you even read EXODUS 28:42?

Don’t you know that, The Lord God hates nakedness?

If Aaron, the descendant of Abraham, wore garments from the waist even to the thighs.

Why then do you show your waist?

Why then do you gladly display your thighs?

Whose descendants are you?

Repent! Or else I will come to you quickly, and fight against them with the sword of My mouth Says the Lord, Mighty in battle.

He that has an ear, let him hear what the spirit says to the church.

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The Chief Usher, ushers you a choice, To choose life or death, For He is at the door, Ready to receive the weary, heavily laden, He is knocking, whispering, speaking softly, come, all ye come and rest in Peace.

If any of you, hears His voice today, Harden not your heart, For He shall usher you not a hut But a mansion in His Father’s house.

Repent! And turn away from your old ways, For the Groom is coming soon, To take His blameless Bride, Please kindly Save the date to For He is coming very soon, So come to the well, and prepare your years well for His coming. The I AM is coming soon.

So says the AMEN of God. The Grace of our Lord Jesus be with you all.

Amen.

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