Author: Godzniel

The Word, Poetry and the stories in between

Copy that, Over

Leave a comment

*some parts of this poem is written in Nigerian Pidgin English

If e easy, come run am
I’ll be up in the Word, my Adullam
I am who God’s grace says I am
I’m descended from more than one Adam

See the place wey I dey na Jesus
Boast in the doings that he does
Yeah, he cut me free, no scissors
The only one who truly sees us
Frees Us

Freeze us into your discipline
Power to live way above all sin
Party in heaven, my invites are in
Daddy with Jesus and all im pikin dem
We feel am before e start to dey happen
The harvest surprise even devil sef
You go fear God, meaning business

Who dem be where dem dey?
Who born dem no be play
When the next breath could be the end
Christ is such proof you can’t pretend
If e easy, come run am
I’ll be up in the Word, my Adullam
I am who God’s grace says I am
I am who God says I am, Sir

Godzniel
© 2026

Joe Abiding

1 Comment

What is one task when the Lord’s is the impact?

Jo sef
Wife be the mother of Jesus
Jesus!
Buy into truth, no be naira and cedis
Ten years later, still a legend of the CEDARS

Tall trees and the leaves read scripture
I’d be more of an owl than a vulture
I’ll be fasting from both food and the culture
Cap thing, Christ a poet with my suture
What’s more?
Mercy gave what I didn’t plan for
Christ in me was the only option
Tell me what’s up
Unsubscribed from the world, of course

Silent power
Saint Breathing but the form ninth taya
Seventh Seal and the hour of prayer
Holy Spirit Slashes, I’m a demon slayer
Buy into truth, no be naira and cedis
Ten years later, still a legend of the CEDARS
What is one task when the Lord’s is the impact?

Godzniel
© 2026

Chest Knot

1 Comment

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

Leave a comment

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

Leave a comment

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

Leave a comment

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

  • Godzniel
    (c) 2025

Had I known (1)

Leave a comment


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)

Leave a comment

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