Author: Godzniel

The Word, Poetry and the stories in between

Chest Knot

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Force yourself to sit.
Force yourself to wait.
Force yourself to trust.
Force yourself to forgive.
Force yourself to laugh.
Force yourself to write.
You can’t help that you fuss yourself—
So force yourself to leave the shelf
and let your path praise the Lord.

Bring me home, bring me home, Lord.
I’m looking for a different satisfaction.
Norm told us to steal and keep eating,
The team disbanded to hunt for new stories,
And the show goes on; the sun circuits still.
I need to practice letting God choose—
For present comfort is no guarantee.

Bring me home, bring me home, Lord.
Footsteps prince me a path through the din.
Hands that held my back now applaud my stumbling—
Speaking of my stumbling:
I was sipping last ones, hoping that the first won.
And the show goes on; the trump is still blown.
All my medals rust before the changing times,
for You, Lord, were my only true possession.

Bring me home, bring me home, Lord.
These scars will follow me into victory.
Rooftop farming—aura wasn’t the only fruit.
I have witnessed enough to shrug from a cloud.
Lord, please take the pen again; write me back to right.
Outside Your Word, there was treachery that paralyzed.
For You alone are truth,
and Yours walk beneath a different sky…

…beneath a different why.

Bring me home, bring me home, Lord—
everywhere I am.

Godzniel
©2025

Righteousness

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Company man, my company’s manned by God
Heavenly HMO, I’m chewing his curd
Doing the Word,
He washed off my stains with his blood
I still pray my lust would just get lost
And I forget the things that he carved off
I just trust and lay hands with my hands off

Life is like a big book, everybody’s breathing ink
And we sign with things we do, say and think
And the righteous smile at the last blink
That’s a benefit of being in divine sync

Bibles are selfies of God with his Aloba
—throwback
Christ is still the capital and turnover
All over the world, bent knees still pullover

And I’m never switching off my inner light
Mark 4 velocity—shows you how a winner fights
John 3 & 5, one meeting healing many nights
Bread of Life,
Lord, let me get another tera bite

Righteous? Yes
— that is Christ’s success
I confess,
We are the truly blessed
Wherever we’re sent, they are blessed to receive
Oh, if they only believe

Godzniel
© 2025

Mustard Burial

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God’s man ultra—Faith staying mustered
Happy ever mountain, started out mustard
Blood flow thicker than a bucket of custard
Not once a month but all the months
With just a touch
—the tale of man is turned
Into a testimony
Resting on the—
Words of Yahweh on me.
Working out delight with trembling,
Shaking out the doubt and trusting Him.

I—
Am more surrendered
And flesh gets murdered
I saw that sample in the Son of Man
—saw that apple but I dodged her hand
Some trust apps but I trust the lamb
We die so that we can live on brand

Godzniel
© 2025

Agent

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A thousand above me, I’m Joe in a cell
The devil approached me I just wouldn’t sell
I pray that my ex meets Christ at a well
The mercy we sit in, the story we tell
Revival is fire, too holy to quell
I come in a name too holy to spell
They would have used it in movies
They would have finished the groupies
But he who Son frees is a John Wick
And the reason he’s lit is the Spirit,
not the flesh, no the flesh doesn’t profit
But the Spirit is drawing and gifting,
Pastors teachers evangelists prophets.
And the kings of the earth heat a furnace,
But ‘Emmanuel’ isn’t a guy-name
We look human but we’re not the same race
We are victors already in life’s game

Pardon me and all the MC energy
Souls I was sent to are God’s irreplaceably
Not by my specialty but he who lives in me
Everything’s judged by the use they’re bequeathing
I’m born of salvation, an agent of heaven
I doubly owe Jesus, he paid for my saving
I double on serving, I’m dodging the leaven
Our heritage has been edited,
My backup’s angelic, there’s God in my blood
I’m armed to the spirit, my drip is absurd,
Its more than expensive, it’s “Armour of God”

I know

On the surface, I coast like a dolphin
I’m feeling like Thorfinn
Battle scars strike a pose with my farmthings
But I’m focused on holy harvesting
What can be done to one who’s dead already?
Yeah I sit crowned but my head isn’t heavy
He Reigns

Once upon an oops, I was itching on the tripod
Dragon in His shell, wondering what he would hatch for
Many orbits later, I’m assured of what to light for
Life Force,
Everything for The Risen that I write for

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    (c) 2025

Had I known (1)

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I Trust rather than say “Had I known”
Cast my cares instead of see fears grown

Sea fares grown
Now I can’t just row my boat
Only to see my life tossed and thrown
My Compass only shows my knees God’s throne
Jesus is the only way I know
God still simplifies how I’m mind-blown
One book written through generations
I found heathen meting out God’s love
Nothing cuter than the way God loves
God’s Love, rename the other definitions

And I will sing, I will sing and write
Talk about the stories of my life
Later generations, read and smile
When we meet up, there’s bread and wine

Bled but we’re fine
Broke just to bind
Shined through the nights
We were a lamps of different designs
Passing that fire, sharing delight
Shares in The Light
The Light of Men that was meant to be trusted
That’s why true living only starts with faith
The Just survived just because they trusted
Trust God kinda like their Spirit said

– Godzniel
(c) 2024

Saint Breathing, Fourth Form: Whole Amour of God (ch1)

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Thumping heart, whisper art
Fingers quaking from the start
Once upon an Igbo brat
Moonwalking to the book of Acts
Camels, and a Host of His
Any Bliss without The Lord is mythical,
Guise of magical, double check the decimals
Credit to The Lamb who calls us in a flash
Ages of holy texts – the Word made flesh
Living Lexicon; grace put my foot on another throat
That’s a no
No to sin and yes to God
No to hate and yes to love
Know my God and thus I’m strong
Strongholds don’t hold anymore
Every Jericho will fall
Saint Breathing, Fourth Form: Whole Amour of God

– Godzniel
(c) 2024

Corporate Repentance

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May the Blood of Jesus wash us clean in our hearts
May the grace of God furnish us with contrite hearts
May the rebellious find what God has reserved for them,
but may the repentant find your Mercy oh Lord.

Who is righteous? Who is blameless?
Your Word, Oh Lord, is final.
We, your sheep, cry out for help.
Help us to do right, Help us to walk in your preference
Please keep us among your sacred nation.
We turn away from our greed, for our idolatry;
Please give us the courage to pull down the strongholds,
Using the weapons you have furnished us with
We shall be strong in the power of your might,
Give us life
We ask in the name of Jesus
God of all Flesh, you are our source and our judge
Our King and our Owner
Have mercy on us, and keep us close to you
We are the sheep of your fold, and we have strayed in our foolishness
Chasing pictures of valleys when you have always been trustworthy to us.
Please return us to your pasture
Cleanse us of the rebellious one and renew the right spirit within us

Where can we live without you
We do not want that
We are afraid of a morning without your voice – a dawn without your son
We plead the blood of Jesus on our land
Let the death of the disobedient Passover us.

And in every household, we will teach our children – to fear the Lord.
We tremble at your Word, and we cry Abba Abba, please do not turn away from us.
We submit to your moulding Sir.

We are clay, and which better Potter exists – than you, King of Kings?

Thank you for keeping your eye on us. For what is man, that you are mindful of him?
But you are a kind Father.
We abandon ourselves to your reprimand, for you discipline those you love.

Thank you Jesus
Thank you Lord.

I pray,
We pray,

In the mighty name of Jesus.

– Godzniel
(c) 2024

A list of Nigerian memories

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The stainless steel plate making clang when we tried steal a little protein
Akpi called it derearang when I take a step in what they bought me

Only pros score with Felele ball
Monkey post? Eat a Health Ball shot
Cyril Stober, news at 9 o’clock
NTA vs. Cartoon Network

African Independent Television
Wale Adenuga Production
Papa Ajasco and Company
Fuji House, even more funny
Super Story for the family
Toyin Tomato, King of Boys indeed

Diego Paloma is Cuando Seas Mia
And one Water cane touch your back with the fear
Clean the Lantern, put the candle on metal
Ugo C. Ugo, that’s one book that went viral

Add Quantitative Reasoning
Also add Verbal Reasoning
Don’t forget JAMB lesson
Sunday Rice and sleeping

Party Jollof, and sleeping in church
Sega and it’s Gun,
Nintendo 64
Police and Thief, or those rubber rings

Mama and Papa, that dangerous game
Except when it’s kids playing with sand or the rain
In my school, the driver was Father Christmas
Still lined up for some pictures
Western rubbish
Hold on lemme finish

Sandals or Curtina
Kito, and bags of leather
Oversize clothes, cause we got those
From OK or an elder

Five naira 20naira Biscuits
Tell the Aboki, I want stick sweet
We couldn’t finish Okpa 20 naira
35cl Fanta was 25 naira
And when they released 60cl
Fido had to fight with Mountain Dew

V-boots versus the great Peugeots
BMWs and Audi hums
Datsuns before the Volvo roars
Can you pronounce ‘Volkswagen’, boy?

Tina Mba and Everyday People
Gimme Osuofia, Adieu Mr. Ibu
Stella Damasus and Regina Askia
Saint Obi must be proud of Odumodu

Watching Masquerade with my Goody Goody
Don’t get me started on anything Disney
Nowadays no local or agric
All the fowls simply taste expensive
Pussycat Pussycat, where are you going?

Small circle Small circle, Big Circle…
6×6, 6×6, 36
Which of you knows your Times Tables
Where you flogged on Assembly Ground

Nigeria is 64 now
The culture is G and purrr now
Arise oh Compatriots
Even that one is gone now

– Godzniel
(c) 2024