Testimonies

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On the train en-route a fiftieth birthday ceremony of a friend, God gave me these poems below:
About two weeks before the ceremony, I was very ill but I wanted to attend the ceremony as I have been out of touch with the family for a long time. I was the bestman of the groom before they got married and I wanted to honor them with my presence. It was the wife's birthday bash. And so I accepted the invitation by faith hoping and trusting that I will be able to make it.

On the day I was not feeling great but I kept praying and confessing the word of God that I will not disappoint them. By the grace of God, I not only made it but came back with three new poems which I wrote at the back of an envelope-the only paper I had on the train. There was scarcely any space left. Infact I also didi not want to arrive late and hot to the viscinity about an hour early. I did not know the train jouney would not be that long. Once I had located the place, I walk off on a long stroll, writing more poems as I killed the time I had on my hands.

God is good. Troubles may come but as we trust in Him He brings good out of them.

The birthday ceremony was incredible, very colorful, with about 150 people from various nationalities dressed in an array of cultural regalia. Highly organized, everyone who responded on time had there names printed and attached to a tag on the table designated for them. Outside the hall in the hotel in which it was held, was a list directing each person to his or her table.

There was a traditional band on hand to welcome the guests with unusual African music in a European setting.

The food was international, mouth-watering and you could be tempted to get bloated and pay for it later.

We had special music slots with lots of talented singers including the daughter of the celebrant, her brother and in-law. I have never seen so much talent in one family. I was deeply moved, touched and overjoyed at what God had done in their lives.

Because she was an Immigration Adjudicator and her husband, an accountant, there were lots of dignitaries from all walks of life.

There were testimonies and tributes of how she had touched the lives of many over the years, has been a pillar, a rock, a confidante a close companion to many in need.

I remember tears rolling down my eyes as I heard those very emotional testimonies. I kept wiping the tears but they would not stop.

The husband also responded after the celebrant and there was the cutting of a cake which was to be followed by dance, dance, dance, until mid-night. The party had started about 6pm. The celebrant had promised to abandon being dignified and get down to the boogie.
There was a great air of expectation.

When I saw, 6pm to 12.30am on the invitation card, I thought, ‘this cannot be right’. But it proved to be true and every one was captivated until after 11pm.

I thank God I was able to attend. Imagine what I would have missed if I succumbed to the way I was feeling. Besides see what came out of persevering in the face of obstacles- feeling unwell. To God be the glory!.


How Good And Gracious is the Lord our God.
Who has been faithful these fifty years
He remains the same according to His Word.
And will with His bounties crown the years.

So with great joy we lift Him up
As we rejoice in what He has done
His mercies we know will never stop.
As in your life His Kingdom comes.


All glory and honor we give to Him
Who can be trusted Sumer and Winter
He brings to pass, What was a dream
To show he is Alpha and Omega.

©Fenny West
23/9/06


These are the other poems:



I Draw Strength From Your Strength, My Lord

I draw Strength from Your strength, my Lord
As I take this bold step of faith.
You will lead me as You said in your Word
As I follow this narrow way that’s straight.

Bears may rise, bay, lions may roar
I know Who has gone before
With Him I will like an eagle soar
My God’s the way, the truth and the Door.

Fear in my breast will never reside
Because I know Who I have called and serve.
He will always provide because He Presides
He Keeps His promises as He keeps my nerves.

©Fenny West
23/9/06

Battered, Bruised and broken?

Paul was battered, bruised and broken
Yet he kept up-lifting the Name.
Often in and out of prison
He held on to Jesus, ever the same.

They banded, conspired, gloated in shame,
Taunting, trying, testing the saint.
Like flint, his forehead he kept, despite the frame and flame.
Giving glory and honour without a faint.

See beyond your trial, redeemed-of the-Lord.
Delay is not denial; your pay- day will come
Hold on to the Word. Hold on to the sword.
His will, will be done and His kingdom will come.

Do you not know, for you, Jesus prays?
And His prayers the Father always hears
Take courage, be bold, come what come may.
Cast to the wind all of your fears.

©Fenny West
23/9/06

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