I feel like I just stepped back in the house
Scars from the beasts I have given to wrath
And yes,
I swept my footprints and did all the math
But instead of doing maths we should do what we’re told.
Facts!
Welcome to the day after tomorrow
We still cry out from the snakes as we follow
Christ! Munching revelations from New York to Ondo
When yesterday’s stains are designs but we now know
Uncle, was it power? Were you mighty?
Godzniel
©2026
These moments,
These moments of my life,
Christ is in my boat
in the midst of the storm.
Last night,
I woke him up.
We sat at the edge of the boat
and talked a lot.
He said,
“You want me to speak to the storm?
I’ve left it long enough
to let you learn a thing or two;
That first,
the storm wouldn’t consume you.
And no, it wouldn’t hurt you.
That I am your peace
in the midst of it all.”
I said,
“Yes, yes,
though it’s been raging,
there’s a serenity I feel inside.
I know so well
that it’s because you are right here.
I saw your hand
when the boat tipped
a little too close to the ocean.”
“Yeah,
you beckoned,”
he responded.
We sat still
through the chaos.
Laughed
like we owned the waves
and controlled its timing.
Dinner was set,
and I finally said,
“Peace,
peace be still,
Not a morsel of this meal
should be lost to this disturbance.”
He smiled,
picked up the tray
and gave thanks.
Jahz_rhythm
©2026
Seven times Seven times
But once bitten, twice shy is an understatement
The Holy Spirit whispers, ” Quchi shelf your comment. “
We should have asked “What for? “when He said he’d send a comforter
But we assumed what the comfort meant
Though the level of help exceeds our problems
We assume He said everything we needed learnt
And Lord, I need help before my disdain extends
Seventy times seven times
Jesus is the same, soft or hard times
Just watch and pray,
Mean it every second
Our confidence remains “What did The Lord say? “
Clock it
When your eyes are open, then the blind call you blind
We don’t seek the same Lost, theirs cannot find
Relevant irrelevance, what matters is the inside
And forgiveness isn’t mine but the Lord’s side
Four hundred and ninety
I learned not to take things lightly
Everything is part of a pattern from previously
And Christ is both lens and He calibrates me—He will make me
So though I still err being bad at this “Good” thing
And though I still say, “Lord, how can these things be? “
In Spirit and Truth, I will wait and see
The Lord is my scabbard, blade and peace
Godzniel
©2026
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
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
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
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
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
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