The wandering Jews of Africa

From Alexandria

to Cyrene, to Carthage

We wandered

down to the Sahara

among the descendants of Ham

to Ghana, to Mali, to Timbuktu

We attempted to make a home

a place of our own

but the old jealousy and hate

would not abandon us

it perused us, it was relentless

unable to die

in every generation it seems to grow stronger

till the wars of Africa came

First the Portuguese, then the Spaniards,

the British with the Ashanti

to part us from our lands

they all were strengthen by the hands of

the sons of Ham and Ishmael

Stuffed in the bottom of cargo slave-ships

Only to emerge 500 years later in a strange land

to proclaim His holy name

in the Hebrew tongue:

Yahawah, our power

in Christ the Lord

Nothing they can do, can stop us

We are unstoppable

We are the children of God,

of the Day,

of the Light

Shalam,

Zarach

Poetry session

Poetry Reading with author Zarach

In The Temple

The world seemed
so far away
with it's twist and turns
But right here
in this place
all is still
A peace not of  this world
nor what it calls peace
A quietness of mind
and assurance only
God can give
A peace only God
can create
and received by
those that believe
in this place
better than wine
and more pleasant than sweet incense
an aroma better than
the most exquisite garden
with all sorts of flowers
and fruit trees in bloom
This place is none other than the Temple of God (Gen. 28:16-17)


Shalam,
Zarach

Seal Of God Session 2

New Post From Zarach- Focus on the Word.




Shalam

Endurance

From the Spanish Ships of 1492
to struggling for survival
at the bottom of the slave ships
Let the Devil and his angels know-
This ya man, nuh de go nowhere
I'm going the stay
right here
This body you may destroy
but my soul can no man or
demonic force stop
It rises
it overcomes
it stands
at the end of the ages
as a witness of GOD
For He was and is with me
" If God be for us who can be against us?" (Rom. 8: 31)
"It is God the justifieth" (Rom. 8:33)


Shalam,
Zarach

The Shepherd

Where is my shepherd
and who will deliver me
from this body of death? ( Rom. 7:24)
Many have come
and tried to heal me
But their balm provided to remedy
healing was only slightly
but never completely
Why does the song say,
"I feel like a motherless child"
When will I be home again
with you, O Zion?
Only God knows
Yet am I hopeful
For it is God who promises,
who has said-
"I take the solitary and place them in families"
"I cause them to inherit the Land, so they
may become a multitude as the starts of heaven
and like the sand by the seashore"
So I walk
with the struggle behind me
and the battle before me
But like Christ who overcame in the garden
I too will walk with Him
Filled with Hope
Led by His Spirit ( Gal. 5:18) 


Shalam,
Zarach