*Some lines in this poem are written in Nigerian Pidgin English
God good I get proof,
See how Him dey pamper me like say I be Him only pikin
Damn that philosophy that there’s no God, His mercies are too sure, brand new every morning.
See the power at work in me because of He who conquered death and sin, ahh
If e easy, come run am.
See the place wey I dey,
I sit in high places with the most high
So, who dem be, where dem dey?
Jesus is final proof
The Edet Isiting
© 2026
Lift up your voices oh ye earth and let the sound of your praises reach the heavens
Sing like birds on a bright sunny morning and let the wonders of God be known to all.
Raise instruments in worship
Beat the heavy drums and play the flutes, let them testify to the King of kings.
Let your voices rise to the roof tops, overpowering even the strongest of walls, let the earth be shaken by the sound of rejoicing to our God.
Sing, with all your might. Shout, with all your heart and let all hell quiver with fear of our testimonies.
Praise the Lord!!!!
Edet Isiting
© 2021
For faith is the conqueror of our fate, proving over and over again the strength we have in Christ.
Edet Isiting
Only God-sized best is good enough, don’t settle for less.
Edet Isiting
Sorry God! Sorry for the failure we have become
Our hearts have been sold out to the wickedness of this world,
We have made into history – your doctrines and instructions
Made available for us.
Man against man, white against black,
Hate for love and the circle is endless
For our hands have been soiled
Covered in the many evils we carry
Like a second skin.
Walking everyday in search of the next victim,
Even your sanctuary has become a cemetery
For the burying of evil deeds.
Sorry God! I tender this tale for all humanity.
– Words of Edet
(c) 2020
Christ a poet 