Heaven Songs!

God Inspired Stories!

SPIRITUAL SHORT, SHORTS.

INSPIRED BY GOD.

WRITTEN BY:- TAMEIKA GEORGE.

“Do you hear the sweet symphony recorded by her winds today?”

“HEAVEN REJOICES!” he smiled.

“His voice is mighty and is always heard in his creations band.”

“Whose voice you speak of?” with a raised eyebrow.

“The KING!” taking up the violin.

*strums each string gracefully as the winds whistled lowly*

Lifting his head towards the dancing clouds above as he sang, “Holy are you, LORD! You are my strength and my song! Faithful God. Mighty One. Lord, you are all I have. Awesome God. Prince of Peace. Lord you are my everything!” as the waves below trumpeted like twenty roaring lions in the wild, clapping against the shore. The birds raised the key higher in the skies as each tree waved, kneeled and worshipped before the Holy One riding on the wings of the wind. The Lord God Almighty.

“Behold, the Lamb of the living and righteous God!” Falling down on his knees as the other lifted shaking hands. 

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Blesseth be the name of the LORD, The Most High! 😄

Proverbs 18:10 The name of the LORD is a strong tower, the righteous run to it and is safe.

All glory, honor, and praise to the King! Thank you Holy Spirit for your inspiration that you gave me for this story to glorify the Author of authors in Jesus name. Amen!

THE END.

© 2019

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The Tempter’s Voice.

God Inspired Stories!

INSPIRED BY:- GOD.

ORIGINAL WRITER/AUTHOR:- CHRIST JESUS.

© 2019/2020.

Singer/worship leader featured:- Ty Bello.

Pianist:- George.

James 1:13-14 => Let no man say when he is tempted, I am tempted of God: for 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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Nigeria, Lagos.

6:15PM, KINGDOM WORSHIP STUDIOS.

Eyes closed tightly as a full blanket of thick opened curls bounced up and down to smooth notes from the keyboard. Touching the head of the mic she began vivaciously, “LET MY MOUTH BE FILLED WITH PRAISE! LET MY MOUTH BE FILLED WITH PRAISE! AS I PRESS IN. AS I PRESS IN. OH! Let my mouth be filled with praise! Let my mouth be filled with praise as I press in. As I press in. Draw me closer, closer, closer, closer as I press in. As I press in.” as arms hovered to the ceiling.  

“When I come before you, Jehovah, nothing else matters but you. Nothing else matters but you!” as her index finger signaled across to the drummer. All in unison before the throne of the King, they sang sweetly in His holy presence.

“You know why am laffing?” ending strong with the accent as George behind the keys shook his head with a no-I-don’t-know why gesture.

“Becuz am seeing what He’s doing. He’s so grate!” as all three spent the remaining minutes praising the Almighty. In the end, all encircled as George led in prayer.

“Ah men! Thank You, Lord God.” Moving towards the organ where her handbag rested.

“Hey, Ty.”

“Yes, my brother.” Same time removing the mobile from the inner pocket as brown eyes scanned the message that read, “What about tonight? Yes or no?” Orbs remained frozen. Time had paused as the impulses of the flesh starting beating out of control.

“Ty…Ty…Ty!” Tapping her shoulder.

“AH!” eyes opened widely.

“You okay? Don’t let those distractions stray you away from His presence, ohh.” Sternly ended.

“What, nah?”

“We have practice tomorrow and for what time?”

“Come on now, George. You must know the time and how we do it every time. Stop harassing me, aye.”

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry. Haha. Do have a blessed night and get home safe in Jesus name.”

“You too my brother. Thank you so much. Bye!” taking the keys off the handle as Fred implied, “You want me to lock up tonight?”

“Nah, it’s okay. Thank you so much. Have a blessed night.”

“Okay. You too. It was such a great pleasure meeting and working with you for His glory.”

“Ah men. Bless him always. Take care now.” Standing outside the door as the lock turned. Walking down the lonesome hallway the praiseworthy notes that sang in her head was the message. “What about tonight…night? Yes…No…no?” Strumming violently in her mind as the Counsellor spoke, “No. Don’t go. It is not right. Resist the devil and he will flee from you.” Then the flesh opposed, “Nothing is wrong. It’s just a date right? A bar is not really a bad place, it’s not like I’m going to drink or anything like that.”

“Do not go. Stand strong in the Lord and in the power of his might.”

Slamming the door as the steering wheel became her headrest from this ongoing battle. Heavily sighing she took the phone out; as she was about to reply seven more rushed in like a flood instantly.

“Yes or No?”

“What’s up? You there?”

“How was practice?”

“You know that song you sang while on the interview via radio reallyyy ministered to my heart. I think that was my calling right there. You know what I mean?”

“You okay? Where you at?”

“You don’t have to come if you don’t want to. But I’ll really like to meet you in person though. Ain’t nothing wrong with that right?” *wink eye emoji*

“Reach home safe dear…I guess its no.”

Immediately switching off the device she ran to the only source of safety and help. “Lord God please help me. I know it is not right and I don’t want to hurt Your heart. You too good, nah. Help me escape this pit of evil in Your Son’s mighty name. Ah men.” Driving off as his peace showered her mind, heart, and soul immensely.

 

NEXT DAY, SAME BATTLE.

“Your order, miss. One jollof rice with stew oxtail. And for you, sir, mashed yam with stew veggies.” The hospitable server ended.

“E dupe.” Ty ended with a face of filled regression as the fox that came to spoil the tender grape stirred his glass of wine. Deceitfully peering from the other end of the table he shot forth his fiery tongue saying, “You sure you really want to continue singing that genre of music? You’re really beautiful and all. With that powerhouse voice of yours and beauty, you’re gonna make tons of stacks with that.”

She continued chewing on the rice as the tempter’s words fell like a ton of bricks inside her mind. Sweat rapidly covered her forehead as the spirit and flesh fought against each other.

Flesh: “Yeah! Go do it! I already seeing myself on the red carpets and meeting those big celebs like Zendaya and the others! Woah! It looks so good already.”

Spirit: What would it profit a man if he gains the whole world but in the end lose his soul? It’s not worth it. What is seen is temporal. What is not seen is eternal.

The conviction pierced the inner parts of her soul as her hands tremble nervously. She stopped eating as her appetite died.

Wickedly laughing below his breathe he then said, “Yes or no darling? You’ll have all you want and so much more!” beginning to seductively rub her left wrist.

“NO! Am not going to be seeing you any longer, you serpent from hell! You think I’m going to go against my Jesus like that after all that He has done for me on Calvary? Who do you think you are, devil? I rebuke your lying tongue even now in Jesus name! You are crushed and defeated forever! I’ll never bow to you for nothing.” Picking up the handbag as she stormed out the restaurant. He was put to shame once again.

THE END.

GOD BLESS YOU AND THANKS FOR READING. ❤

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Yoruba words/ meaning. 

Nah- Now. 

E dupe- Thank you.

Oo- (I have no idea! They have the tendency of using it at the end of an expression of shock, gladness, etc.) I love hearing them say it! I laugh all the time 😀

Aye- (pronounced like the letter A)- *Google translation* It means a small world. I do believe it’s used as an African slang. *My Nigerian brothers/sisters help me out if I’m wrong with these translations okay 🙂 thank you ❤ ! * 

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Hurt Her No More.

God Inspired Stories!

Writer/Author:- Christ Jesus.

Inspired by:- God.

© 2019/2020.

This has to stop now. The same ring tone that kept buzzing in her mind over and over again after each blow. It’s been seventeen years and two months of non-stop abuse from her spouse who happens to be the youth Pastor everyone was looking up to for guidance, wisdom, and counsel. They loved him. But the mask that was on behind the closed doors of his home was evil. It didn’t reflect the character of his Creator. Christ. It was time for his secret sin to be uncovered. But she allowed the spirit of fear that her Father hadn’t given her to supersede. She continued to conceal it with a smile and pride. But for how long?

Washing off the bloodstained kerchief that stuck to her swollen eye as she wept immensely in front the mirror, questioning herself she said, “What have you done to deserve this? This isn’t love. It’s all just a show! Where has my real husband gone? Where is he? Oh God! Help me! I can’t do this anymore! I can’t live a lie before you ANY LONGER! I hate deceiving myself for too long now! Please give us another chance to get it right! Please give me back my husband Lord! Please! I’m tiredddd!” as she screamed from the top of her lungs slouching down at the side of the face basin holding unto her stomach. After an hour full of travail, she rested as her Father spoke to her. “I can change your husband’s heart. Don’t doubt what I can do. I love you just like that. You’ve suffered enough. He’s mine. Rest in me. I will deliver him.” She woke up from the sleep her tears wheeled her into.

“I will wait until his change comes. I believe you, Lord. I believe…”  rising off the floor comforted.  

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MONDAY NIGHT @ 7:30PM, JUST BEFORE YOUTH’S MINISTRY.

“Wait on the Lord, be of good courage and he shall strengthen thy heart, wait I say on the Lord. Psalm twenty-seven verseeee… fourteen?” Hazel orbs blinked uncertainly.

“Yes, hun. You got it right! That was good. Keep it up. And remove all doubt from your heart okay.” Giving her a kiss on the forehead as she blushed. The door of the office opened harshly with a deafening slam as the beast entered.

“Mia…where are my files for tonight’s meeting?” pausing in front of the desk.

“Daddy!”

“Not now Sophia. Please sit back down.”

“Why you so grumpy tonight? That’s not you, Dad.” She stared up at him in grave suspicion as she obeyed his command.

“Mia…the files. Now!”

“They were right here on the desk today. I didn’t move them at all. I’m not seeing them anywhere. This has never occurred before.” As she searched for the papers frantically.

“Woman, are you tryna take me for a fool or something?”

“N-no. I’m not. I-,”

“Unless you hid them yourself! Why you so delinquent?” moving behind the desk; fist folded as he was about to fire the first punch, the image of his daughter appeared on the head of his wife as she cried.  “Hurt her no more!” As his eyes softened and his arms became awfully weak as they both fell down at his side; dropping to the ground he began weeping loudly.

Mia stood trembling in total shock as she watched her spouse repented of his sin before the Lord.

“Oh God! You are great! Thank you, Jesus!” as Sophia run across to comfort her mother.

God revealed to him in that moment who he was also hitting beside his wife: His daughter as well. The Lord’s heritage. His Father’s child that was loaned to him. When we hurt one another we hurt God. Because we are all His children. We all belong to Him. The spouse saw the reflection of his sin against God and on finally recognizing it, he repented from his wickedness and was delivered. His home, marriage and most importantly, his relationship with Jesus Christ was restored.

Let us not hurt each other. Let us not hurt God. But love him forever in Jesus name. Amen. Blessings, peace & grace.

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I Can!

God Inspired Stories!

Inspired by:- God.

Original Writer/Author:- Jesus Christ.

© 2019/2020.

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“You look great this morning dear! Where ya off to?” The old lady with the rosy cheeks as tulips questioned.
“Oh, thanks so much, Mrs. Taylor. I’m off to an audition.”
“Ouuu…you mean the big fancy one at the theatre?” Turning off the garden hose.
“Yup, but don’t mention it to Ma & Pa okay. I ain’t tell them a word.” Shamefully nodding as Mrs. T gave her the look.
She answered, “I ain’t committing no crime. It’s just this once.”
“You know that’s being dishonest, child. You ought to be true to your parents and yourself.”
“Hmph! Ah gotta go now, Mrs. Taylor. Do pray for me! Bye-bye! Give Susie girl ma love!” hurriedly walking down the trail as the old woman watched on shaking her head pitifully.
“Cover her Heavenly Lord…”
The red seats glowed under the mirror of lights that surrounded the large stage area. Many young adults were pooled there. Kelsie looked on dumbfounded from the backstage entry. It was always her dream to get here but it wasn’t what the Father had in storage for her. He had so much more to offer than just singing for a dark industry that doesn’t care about talent or your soul. Her pupils dazzled in amazement at star-shaped mics as she whispered, “Wow!” colliding into the set director.
“Oh, my bad. Sorry, much sir.”
“Focus young woman before you hurt something in here you can’t pay back for.”
“Well I’m sure you’re not referring to yourself?” she replied when he had already taken his exit.
Finally finding a seat she sat down between two teens with her auditioning number in hand. “Okay, Kel you got this. It’s just you and God. I got this. I can do this. Its gonna be all good.”
“You shouldn’t be here.” Said one of the teenagers on her right hand. Confusion took captive of her face; turning.
“Excuse me?”
“You shouldn’t be here.” As he continued to stare stage side without looking into her direction.
“Welp… I’m here already and I might as well stay all day like an owl in a tree until ma time comes to sing. I’ve reach too far to go back now, darling.” Returning her eyes to the judges, disobeying the voice of her Father God.
All the performances were excellent and sadly, was judged unfairly. The judges weren’t playing games. Not in this industry. It’s either you’re in or out. That’s it. This truth many of those that were present were blinded to including Kelsie, who knew better. You can’t serve two masters at the same time. It’s either Jesus Christ or Satan. But here she was.
“Number 17 please.”
“Ouu! That’s me! That’s me!” running out from the backstage and onto the large circumference of the shining stage as her eyes beamed excitedly.
“What’s your name darling?” asked Simon.
“Kelsie Harry, right here from Tennessee, Texas!”
“How long you’ve been singing?” asked Jennifer Lopez.
“I’m… sorry! Ma gosh! Ah can’t believe it’s you, J. Lo! Erm… about 13 years now. Currently, I sing with my church choir.”
“Haha! Oh okay. What you gon sing for us?” blinking once as the bubble popped from the gum.
“Hello by Adele.”
“Okay, do your thing hun.” Relaxing back.
After just two minutes into the first verse, she was stopped by Simon as he said, “What was that? You call that singing?”
“But-”
“We’re not gonna accept that.” Removing his glasses.
“But I can sing another song right? I’ll try harder this time around.”
“No, you can’t.”
Her heart felt like a stone had just crushed it into pieces. Deep down inside she felt convicted. The words of the teen echoed in her eardrums. Yup, I really shouldn’t be here Lord. You know what’s best for me. And this ain’t.
“Um hello! You need to remove yourself now. Its bye- bye time.” Simon rudely dismissed her.
“Who are you to say I can’t?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Do you know who I belong to? Jesus Christ! My Savior, your Savior who died so you can be set free from sin, hell, and death!”
“Is she losing it or what?” turning to J. Lo for confirmation as the Jenny From the Block singer nods her head.
“No, I’m not. I’m sure you’re aware of this truth that can set you all free. I CAN do all things through Christ who strengthens me in Jesus name! I really feel sorry for you all. I’ll sing for the King of kings. Do have a blessed day.” Making her way off the stage as all remained silent. 

1 DAY LATER:

“Darling, you’re all over the news and newspapers! This ain’t no secret again now. Your parents will find out for sure when they return from that missions trip now.” Mrs. T remarks, sipping from a rose shaped coffee cup.
“Don’t worry, I’ve told them before this got out. I’m glad it did, though. A lesson to myself and others in the body of Christ and most importantly, I preached to the lost. Glory be to God! Ain’t he something else?” she smiled.
“He sure is! I’m happy it happened that way. Seeds were planted. I’m proud of ya! God bless you always my dear!” as both shared a bear hug of love. 😄

THE END.
GOD BLESS YOU AND THANKS FOR READING.

Scripture Verse:- Philippians 4:13. 😄

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Heart Offering.

Blessed and wonderful evening to all my brothers & sisters! 🙂 I’m here to present to you another new God Inspired category for this year where God moved in a mighty way through these Short Stories.

Quick Testimony:- Before I never used my Short Stories to glorify Jesus. It was sinful and I found it enjoyable, good, the right thing I thought I was writing but nooooooo… The Holy Spirit dealt with me about that and the conviction from him was very strong that one night I cleaned out the entire flash drive and deleted all the photos that I had downloaded to go with each story. I repented. This was God spiritually cleaning out my writing and now it is used ONLY to please Him and for his Holy name to be glorified. ❤ He’s so good. 

May this first piece be a blessing to all in Jesus name. Let the Master speak to you through each word. 🙂

GodInspiredArt Presents: 

God Inspired Stories!

SPIRITUAL SHORT, SHORTS.

INSPIRED BY GOD.

© 2019/2020.

ORIGINAL WRITER/AUTHOR: – CHRIST JESUS.

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The angelic strings of the golden guitar chimed melancholy as his wrinkled face slowly moved to its tune side to side from the hospital bed. At age 90 this wasn’t the place he was looking forward to being, but he didn’t allow his present situation to stop him from giving his Savior the glory and praise He deserves. His talent wasn’t dying as he joined in with his granddaughter as both sung,

“I bring my offering, to the King. I bring my offering to the King. I bring my offering to the King. I bring my offering to the King. My heart is all that I have, all that I have to bring. My heart is all that I have, all that I have to bring.”

These lines were repeatedly sung a number of times. Raising his right hand that regains strength through the praise and power of the Holy Spirit that was present; to the ceiling, as he cried, “Holy are You, Lord God Almighty! There is none like You. None can save, heal, deliver like You, my God forever and ever! You are worthy, Oh Lamb of Israel! I love You, Lord! Hallelujah!” The strings were the only voice that remained singing as the young woman closed her eyes and swayed in the presence of the Holy Lamb. Suddenly there came an innocent groan not too far away from the musical instrument that came along with a smirk and an awful look of confusion.

“How can you do that? It’s impossible.” He ended as his mother played the last note.

“You mean to play the guitar?” she sarcastically retorted. 

“No Mom… I mean offering your heart that beats inside of you to the Lord. It’s impossible. If you do that you will die right? I mean you can’t take out your heart and give it as an offering. That’s what we got money for. To give instead of our living hearts that supplies us with life every day.” Sea green orbs blinked twice.

“Who said it’s impossible?”

“I guess any seven-year-old male?” as questioning palms raised.

“Haha. Oh, son, you have it all wrong. You can offer your entire heart to God without dying. It’s more like, say, surrendering your life to the source of life. God is the Father of life. In Him we breathe, we move and have our being. As you said that our heart supplies us with life right?”

“Right.”

“Well, He breathes into us every day His breath of life that allows us to live. He is the source of our heart. The source of our life. If we don’t offer our life back unto the Life Giver, we won’t live or even have life. We’ll be dead for there’s no life without Him. Just like a body without a beating heart.”

“Hmmm… so it’s like an exchange for a gift then? The gift of life?”

“Yep. For the free gift of salvation that we receive through His son Christ Jesus by faith.”

“Okay. I understand that. So the King you guys sang about in the song is Jesus which is God’s Son and the offering is our heart?”

“Yes, sonny boy…*coughs*” replied the old man. He continued, “You see the meaning of the song is simple. Daily we must bring our hearts to the Lord of our life, yearning to become more like Him. When we lay our heart at His feet, be it in prayer or worship we reverence his supremacy and holiness that it’s only Him alone that can change our heart and wash it clean with His holy blood that was shed for us on the cross. All He wants is our heart.”

“Wow! God is so merciful. I really thought He would have wanted more than that though.”

Everyone chortled at the innocent remark.

“So there you have it son. The meaning of offering your heart to the Lord Jesus.” Lifting him up so he now rested at his grandpa’s side.

Deeply staring into the corresponding color orbs of his grandfather he said, “Pa. Is Jesus going to heal you?”

“Yes, He will and even if He doesn’t right away it doesn’t change His love towards me that is everlasting. I’m to be blamed for this sonny boy. I should have taken better care of myself you see.”

“And if you die…” there was silence in the room for a while, when the old man happily answered, “I’ll have life everlasting on the other side boy! In heaven with the King of my heart! Isn’t that great news to be rejoicing about?”

“Well, I guess so. That sure is confusing. How can the dead live after?”

“When you receive Jesus Christ as your Lord and Savior.”

“You mean when I give my heart offering to the King?” staring across at his mother.

“Oh yeah! That’s it, Charlie. You got the message clear as the blue skies above!” moving over to the other side of the bed as the mobile hovered over their faces.

“What’s those things, Leslie?” the old man wondered with a raised eyebrow.

“Pa, don’t make this memory an embarrassing one. It’s a smartphone and a selfie stick that you simply take photos with.” As the palm of shame covered his countenance.

“Okay. At least I’m somewhat updated with these robots of the latter days.” Ruffling his red hair as the young lad shook his head.

“Ok, you two…Ready? Let’s count down Pa’s style.” 

“Five loaves, four gates, three days, two angels and one Son! JESUSSSS!”

CLICK!

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