Be still my soul
The Lord is in control
Be still my soul
There is more than you know
Be still my soul
The troubles are but smoke
Be still my soul
Christ is your assured hope
Be still my soul
You will be made whole
Be still my soul
See what the Lord has done
Ezeonyeka Godswill
© 2025
Today the Boss gave me an argument
For the unbelieving shoulda-been-a-saint
Who dismisses the Christian’s reverence
With brilliant furnish and even sentiment
When the Christian says God created everything
The unbelieving say everything came into being
Life as a causeless effect is accepted reasoning
But an uncreated creator is convenient colluding
Is it so hard to believe? The Boss says
That an unpainted painter paints self-portraits
Is it so hard to see the mistake unbelief makes?
Painted beings denying the painter that they portray
This argument may never convince the unbelieving
But the Boss loves to paint for everyone to see Him
Perhaps these words will set the seeker to seeking
Perhaps the Boss of all created things is speaking
Ezeonyeka Godswill
(c) 2025
Sometimes Church feels like Athens
Worship-wielding wanderers wondering
To whom do we gather in obedience?
Men masking maladies making monuments?
Our fellowship should be love in experience
For Father’s foundations form family finesse
So from what root then comes our difference?
Banal boastings blurring basic believing
To a known God shall be the gathering of brethren
Rightly revealing restful reverent righteousness
In knowing God the Church must find her essence
Honing humans hosting heaven – holy harness
Our last offering of the year is an event we are so blessed to share with the world. During the year, we were blessed to share what God has given us with some amazing writing communities in Nigerian Universities. 3 out of these communities were able to host a Live Spoken Word Event under the theme “Called”. It featured first-time writers and experienced ministers as well making a symphony of words to and for the pleasure of our Lord.
Penspeak Online is a selection of some of these ministrations for the benefit of anyone who may or may not have had the blessing of attending in person. The event is hosted on YouTube and will remain available on YouTube. The date for the live event is 30th December 2024 and time is 9pm WAT.
Stay tuned for more offerings on here and hopefully we will all have a Holy Ghost service at Penspeak Online!
God bless you and have a glorious Christmas celebration.
I have seen the goodness of God
I know that feeling of bursting joy
I know the taste of unending smiles
I have held testimonies I used to hear of
I know what waiting can feel like
I know the taste of faith-filled professions
I have had to encourage my aching heart
I have had to look into the dark with hope
I know how easy it is to forget those days
I have made a habit of just praying for the next thing
I have let my prayers eclipse the blessings of the past
I know my problems now but I know these testimonies too
I have been a recipient of the benevolence of God
I have God to thank for all that I have and all that I am
I know God has been more than kind to me and mine
I know I can no longer let my present pain steal my gratitude
Dear old rugged cross
Blessed are you among wood and timber
Because on you rested the greatest sacrifice ever
On that night at Golgotha
On you was my Jesus crucified
And now I stand justified
Before the God of my salvation and life
Dear old rugged cross
It hurts to tell you that many are lost
And those who remain cling to a civilised cross
They have forsaken the ancient landmark
While on a self-satisfaction task
Ignorantly falling to damnation on a fast track
Yes you may have seen some violence
But not as much as there is in my presence
For the love of men wax cold
And iniquity is in abundance
The time of true faith fades away
And religion, false belief finds its way
And unfortunately, the Christians refuse to take their place
I must confess you are quite heavy
And I might stumble and fall on this journey
But all my cares on Jesus I lay
Dear old rugged cross
On you, I sacrifice all my flaws
As I wait for my Lord’s applause
Yours sincerely,
The Young Believer
Ezeonyeka Godswill
(C) 2011
Imagine just for a moment
That father and mother had tossed you
Because you hurt them to immeasurable lengths
Imagine you became an orphan and you deserved to
An orphan on the street surviving
You make a habit of peeping into Chief’s house
You know you shouldn’t, but you just want a glimpse
Of life, of everything good on the other side of this wall
You imagine if you could get a job
You will prove yourself worthy of existing so close to Chief
You daydream of seeing Chief smile and hand you a bonus loaf
Working for Chief would be everything, but you have nothing
The least in Chief’s house outranks you
You have a stained history, and your skills fail you
Chief is kind but the worker must earn the pay he is due
Your orphaned soul sighs as your hope dies anew
Now imagine Chief finds you at your spot
Seems unlikely but what if Chief took you to the other side
What if Chief announced to everyone your speedy adoption?
What if you went from orphan to son in the shortest possible time?
Imagine the servants’ puzzled faces
The ones you envied now wait on your next command
Imagine your shock as Chief takes you to your own spaces
You can feel your lack disappear as Chief holds your hand
Chief invites you to walk with him
Chief says he has grown to love you
Chief has given you an inheritance of all that is his
Chief has made your life completely new
Now stop imagining, the moment is gone
Chief is still in the room, he still wants to adopt you
You don’t have to stay orphaned in this world alone
Take Chief’s invitation, your transformation is due
You don’t have to work for this
But you will learn to walk with Chief
And when you taste the goodness that Chief brings
May you never think you earned this
– Ezeonyeka Godswill
(c) 2022
When I am scared to write, I don’t
When I am confident to write, I don’t
If you are reading anything I wrote
It is because my part in it was ever so small
– Ezeonyeka Godswill
(c) 2022
Christ a poet 