Temitope Oshin
Temitope Oshin, an engineer and scholar, was born in Lagos, Nigeria. He had his theological training at the Redeemed Christian Bible College, Lagos and professional training at the University of Lagos and Cranfield University. Temitope uses the avenues of writing and education to reach youths. As a writer, he operates with a mandate from Acts 2:40. He once convened a successful students’ conference tagged Youthful and Useful for high schoolers.
For pastime, Temitope likes to read biographies, meet and mentor teens, sing and write poems. He is the author of "Consecration and Celebration: A Collection of Poems" published by WestBow Press.
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The Risen King On a tree hung the King The world’s sins the reason Pardon for all He sought to bring Delivering from all forms of prison Oh, what a blessing! For sin’s stains as crimson Jesus’ blood did us a cleansing Oozing from Calvary making us pristine Halleluyah! He arose! Our Lord and King is risen! Our testimony shall ever be those Sung to the ears of the world to listen And at the fullness of time All tongues shall join to sing Hosanna! To the hallowed Name Of the One and Risen...
Staring the Waters Staring the waters Reflects the face Staring the waters Reflect! It says For as in water Face reflects face So a man's heart Reveals the man So the good book says Stare the waters indeed Stirr the waters within Stirr till all is revealed And the latent gift is seen Stare and see The mirrored faces God wants you to be Stare and see The many graces He's bestowed you with Stare the sea Stare and see Stare the waters See the wonders Reflected by the sea -Temitope Oshin ...
To the One I Love To the One I love A heart full of thanks For His unending love To me over men of ranks To the One I love Bring I my gifts of praise For outpouring from above Of His gracious Spirit's blaze To Jesus Christ my Love Belongs my utmost and all My depths of gratitude I resolve To lavish on Him, my All-in-All -Temitope Oshin #Poetry #PoetryCreator #NirclePoetry
Roll Out the Drums Roll out the drums! Loud, clear, as they pitch; The African music-makers! Glee! as they sound. Glean from their sound. A roll call of their sort, Sought after in kingly courts. Drums of merry and melody; Messengers of peace, Ensuing percussionists’ pieces, In Yoruba land. Where’s gone the bàtá? The cynosure of auditory flexes; Fitful for the dancing shoes. Sweet as it sounds, Dùndún resonates with caramel; Unleashes festivity as the new yam. Hear, gángan! Here, g...
This Man This man here has been through a lot, He is standing only because Jesus has been his lot. Life has dealt him some deadly blows, Jesus' grace has kept him from these woes. In about four decades of living and existence, With nearly three in redemption's newness, Jesus Christ has been his Glow that shows Through the thickets of life's stormy rows. Perhaps you are going through life's toughest times, So much you wonder what are your crimes, I recommend you reach out to Jesus Christ too ...
When it’s told When it’s told He was born in a manger, All receive it with laughter. When it’s told He was born of a virgin, Many still offer a grin. When it’s told He died on a cross, It makes no one cross. When it’s told on the third day He arose, Most argue the truth’s but a ruse. When it was told the tomb was found empty, Many saw Him walked the city. With His fold and friends He drank and ate, Holes in hands and feet! What’s gold but to see the Risen Lord, Fiv...
On the Altar On God’s altar I offer my life I refuse to make a flight For to work in me His life To the altar I must stay tight Though it pains Yet it pays For much are the gains Daily on the altar as I stay Service offered to Christ My life and devotion His to have Till Him I see at last Forever Jesus I’ll serve -Temitope Oshin #Poetry #PoetryCreator #ConsecrationAndCelebration
The Garment of Praise Lord, clothe me with the garment of praise My heart longs to worship You Its depth yearns to reach to the depth of Your knowledge Lord, clothe me with the garment of praise My heart is heavily loaded with thanksgiving It seeks to connect to the rhythm of heavenly praise Gratitude reaching to the celestial altitude Lord, clothe me with the garment of praise My heart is heavy and bare It needs the warmth of Your covering To express its love with melodious grooving Lord, ...
He Listens When my heavy heart Prevents the utterance of a word And all I can say is a sigh He listens When I can't tell it When there's no one to tell it to When it's too painful to tell He listens When none understands My pain-crypted lingo Expressing inaudible cries He listens Through the silent sobs Amidst the jarring wails Through the voiceless pains He listens A Friend for all seasons A Comforter at all times A Listener, a Burden-lifter Jesus listens -Temitope Oshin #Poetry #Poetry...
Industry Placates Poverty Industry placates poverty Work conscientiously my friend By diligence comes promotion When all anchorage is lost Slothfulness may be implied When there is no one to lean on Intensify assiduous efforts Your mother’s wealth may be outlandish And your father’s farm fat and flourishing Your dependence on them Would leave you in despair Wealth amassed wrongly May not last a time Riches sweated for Outlast generations Fellows are like the arm Likewise are kith and k...
Purity Pills Are you heart-ached by lust Or by its habits painfully lost? Do you seek a cure For sin's infectious lure? Is your loving heart waxing cold As the end-time days unfold Or your fervent spirit growing lukewarm By temptations unovercome? Herein lies purity pills Prescribed for all heart-ills Scriptural medications Accompanied by helpful meditations These are nothing but words Which pierce the heart like swords They carry in them light Which directs your steps aright The Word of Go...
The Worth of an Idea An idea left latent Might worth a patent; Convert intents To some cents, As active exigency Unleashes potency. A man of ideas Is full of "I dare!"s Turning intangibilities To infallible realities. Work on that idea; Its worth is priceless, my dear! -Temitope Oshin #Poetry #PoetryCreator
Tell(h)er She counts on it She recounts times She heard it Worth many dimes Blown over each time You tell her Down each time You deny her She keeps it Safe in her vaults She needs it To correct her faults You knew she had it-- Adorned inwards Has she heard it Affirmed in words? She is beautiful She is bold She is dutiful She is gold Tell her She is gorgeous She is smart She is courteous She is bright Tell her Is she your daughter? Tell her Is she your sister? Tell her Tell her Words she ...
Towering Dreams Towers! High and lofty! There is, in every man, a desire to reach for the heights— Everyone, everywhere, stretching out for a tower. Be it the ivory towers, the corporate towers or the watchtowers; Here and there, each one is tending to a zenith. Dreams! Tall and towering! Men and women, their hopes empowering— Yes, the lofty duty of service is at its height in the heights There is tending in the towers— Nurturing and maturing; building and budding. A word of caution to...
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