Eyesalve

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Is it I, Lord
Am I the weak link or a sentry
on the wall heralding your entry
Demarcate me, Lord
from phonies who would dare to miss your call
This spear no go despair at all
Ctrl-X when I snatch a soul
Do it for the Kingdom, Do it for The Lord
He gave all it takes when He died on the cross
But don’t trust me, you can ask the Boss
Jesus is alive, that’s the King I trust
Moonwalk with a different Micheal, Jack
Son, step out the flesh when you start the attack
Airforce Amendments, the Amen they lack
Waiting on God ain’t no walk in the park
Working to pack
Souls and testimonies
I got Jesus, I can do this
So I close my eyes when I look to the sky
When you say, “Go.”
Lord, was it I?
Is it I, Lord?

Because it’s absurd that I would sell eternity
Am I so poor that I choose money over thee
You who gives breath
Can I so lose sight of thee?
Solomon said you should take it away
Some days I am feeling the same kinda way
For what does it profit a student to gain fame in his school and yet be expelled
I found cafeterias in things that you said
Grace is the way I am making my bed
Lord, is it I that you’ve chosen to send?

May it be, like an Enya song
Lord without you, I’m often wrong
Is it “aye” when you taste and see?
You are both strong and something sweet

Godzniel
©2026

Good Evil

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Autopilot pleasure when I do the things I choose
How I got here wasn’t expected, no one gave me any clues
One moment I’m sulking near the carcasses of my dreams
Next I’m out here vending Truth with some angels on my teams
Life is far from microsoft for an apple, here in God’s eye
When it comes to talking Jesus, that is not the time to get shy
While I’m focused on the kingdom
God is meeting both needs and wants

Ought to pilot leisure but I love movies and manga
And a lot of things annoy me but I gave the Lord my anger
When the world asks me for results, I show them disciples
Souls saved, health restored, stories that dwarf the Eiffel
No strategy apart from Christ
Grace till I have grays
Daze me all my days
Messy bows to mercy
Tell my brethren God has bred me
While I’m focused on the kingdom
God is meeting both needs and wants

Out Oh Pilot, I’m handing the wheel back to Jesus
He who sees us
He who cuts us out of darkness with a spoken scissors
Oh but for the Lord, dare I show my incisors?
And the blessings people sowed germinated in my bed
When The Lord broke every chain, we thought it was in our head
While I’m focused on the kingdom
God is meeting both needs and wants

Godzniel
©2026

Appearance of Evil II

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Many people perceive darkness to be nothingness
But I dont.
I search the heavens, I search the earth
And everything in-between
I am a poet prophet
Who hunts for God’s heart
I am eternal, yet I know in part
A storm of words, service and curiosity
Hid in Christ to die a zillion times in one death

You may never find me save my words
Yet the ABBA knows all of us
He who spoke “day and they”, night and knights kneel even when I think “Jesus”
Did you try it and it failed you?
Have men not died according to their ways?
Has the sun ever not risen? Is the oxygen used up?
How many years could maintain, evil people saying vain things?
Wake em up in the morning, keep em safe until they touch things
Good people being foolish, but your mercy is altruistic
That is God ab initio
Script Writer of the Scriptures
Yah is I AM
THE LORD is ABBA
All that He does is good
We are His expunge of evil
The lesson is Do As You’re Told
That’s what my Jesus called Love
“But people who are cowardly, unfaithful, detestable, murderers, sexually immoral, sorcerers, idolaters, and all liars will find themselves in the lake that burns with fire and sulfur.

This is the second death.”
As it written
So must it be

Godzniel
©2026

For Necessary Entertainment

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Get your mind busy
Busy with God’s word
Busy with memories
Busy with verses

Entertain your mind with God’s promises
Choked in with testimonies
High on praises
Drunk with faith realities

This is necessary
Nurturing seeds of thanksgiving
Else there will be weeds
Worry weeds
Trouble thorns of tiredness
Pale faced pressure

Hannah DGinus
©2026

Enough Said

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Long way from the first—uncomfortable tennis
Never duck a smash—millisecond prayers
Emotions are just weather—we have martyrical ancestors
Life tests us—but He gave us teachers and pastors
I learned to spot prophets and to recognize apostles
Long way from the first—now I can make salt too

The Bible is a multiyear calendar and love letter
I invite every eye to the pages of the One Pater
Racing verses to the future
Changing translations, I’m an every word eater
Jesus is The Lord—skip the other options
Scouring sermons and apocrypha for grace applications
The day the Lord has made? We rejoice in all our rations
Hyenas may abound, but The Lord sent enough Lions

I phoenix from the Word—my retaliation is evangelical
Sharper than surgical—redeeming this Chronicle
It’s funny though
Looking back I see the subtitles to some acts too
And my repentance cost God a lot, Boo
It’s why I’d rather die than renounce this gospel
What is man anyway?—except when that man is a son of God too

Professionally me—30+ years experience
Still a child of God—kukutata when I speak in tongues
Yeah I dodge stress—when I fight, it’s to stay rested
The Lord reigns—and this needs to be more celebrated
But for His mercy, who would not have wasted?
Seasons when I’m shaken, but then I am reminded
Jesus is alive, tomorrow will be bested

Jesus is alive, Tomorrow will be bested
Long way from the first—now I know to stay dead
Now I see the Lord—the most highly seated
Jesus is alive, Amen is enough said

Godzniel
©2026

Pivot Station

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God to the Man
Holy the hands
Heavenly broadcast
Bless the expanse
Son
Help souls flee the entrap
Meant for the more than a lap

Chains hit the ground—God’s love was the plan
and
God’s is the order and height
Inbuilt grace seasons the sub
stance
Will of the father
Be Saved or deleted and stolen from time and chance
Seas
Swim to the name and chant
Eat
Break ye the bread and pass
Eat
Drink ye the blood and bathe
Eat
Say to the mountain
Bless me

God to the man
All for the land—ugh!
Freaky escapes
Such high stakes—ugh!
God is too good
And there’s much more to be understood
Creation awaits and eternity is unto the fabric of food
True food made of the Word of God
Now Hiring
Now Hiring
We’re seeking Sons of God
Someone to take

God to the man
God to the land
God to the couch and God to the TV
God to the start of every man’s story
God to the air and God to the busy—easy, if a man hasn’t clung to money
God to the clung and to the ones set-free
God to the life and death of things
God to the man and to the scenes

God to the man
Do you read me?
God to the man
Do you read me?

Godzniel
©2026

The Scriptural Stone of Truth

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Nothing is new under the sun.
Days of peace and prosperity will come;
Days of famine, crisis, and adversity will come.
A righteous philosopher
Should be diligent in the education of the prince.
For the future of a nation is her children,
And the future of the throne is the capable heir.
A nation without God’s guidance will fall,
And a son who is weak in crisis is weak indeed.
If the prince’s might fails in the time of adversity,
His strength is small.
How shall a prince be made strong?
How shall his kingdom be established?
In the face of external adversity and internal crisis?
The truth is not far.
Go to the temple, and you shall see
A sacred book — The Scriptural Stone of Truth.
Meditate on it,
And you will discover a Spirit:
The Spirit of Wisdom.
This Spirit has knowledge, understanding, and strength.
By wisdom, all rulers on earth govern.
To woo the Spirit,
Have reverence for the Lord.
Wisdom is the strength of nobles;
By wisdom, plans are made to wage war.

King David
©2026

Exactly Alike

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He laid in the dirt and they looked exactly alike.

One flesh returning to where it lived,
Used to be the talk of where he’s from,
Loved by all; the stay and leave,
A realization hit,
That this finely-built boastful heap
Is a monument of sand.

When the wind blows on a house
When the rain beats on it
It falls, Santos.
Because falling, is exactly what this sand does.

He laid in the dirt and they looked exactly alike.
Colours of defeat painted on the two alike.
Down and trodden though not closen, have become their look-alike.

One day!
Words spoken fell on dirt’s ears
When the wind blew this time
Dirt rose.
Like soft flower petals in the wind
The natural colours of change
Something was different about this flesh.
It was lighter.
It was brighter.
It was beautiful.

And this time when it fell,

He laid in the dirt, and they didn’t look exactly alike.

ucTRUTH
©2026