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LIGHT IN DARKNESS

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While the world chased shadows and ordinary moments, something extraordinary was brewing in the heart of Penspeak Community Unizik.
On the 20th of March, 2025, we gathered again—not for noise, not for trend—but for truth. Hosted by the ever-vibrant GodzNiel, the atmosphere hummed with quiet expectation.

And just as the sun crept gently across the sky, Mc Wisdom stepped forward. Words found their rhythm, and voices turned into vessels. The floor opened, and what followed was more than just poetry—it was revelation.

CULTURE
This is a culture
Where compassion meets conviction,
A culture that values the least, the last, the lost
Where the humble are lifted, and the proud are pay the cost

A culture of forgiveness, where mercy reigns
Where grace is the currency, and love is the aim
A culture that seeks to serve, to give and to bless
Where the great commandment is lived in the lives of the masses

A culture that welcomes the stranger,
A culture that never lacks provisions nor provider

This is the culture of Christ,
A culture shown through it act
Where love is the foundation,
And faith is rooted in hearts

A culture that transforms,
That renews and makes new
A culture that reflects the beauty,
Of a love that’s true
But he didn’t stop there, for there was dessert…

ASK

“Ask, and it shall be given unto you
A promise from the Father, a truth that’s true
In the book of Matthew,thats Jesus spoken words
An invitation to seek, to knock, and to be heard

Ask, and you shall receive
But do you believe?
Do you trust in the goodness of God’s heart?
Do you believe that He’s willing move the heavens and the earth!, to act?

In the Psalms, David asks for guidance and light
He asks for protection, for mercy, and for might
He asks, and God answers, in the most unexpected ways
A reminder that he knows the plan he has for you that of good and not of evil,

So, just Ask! and you shall receive
But what are you asking for?
Are you asking for wealth, for fame, for power?
Or are you asking for wisdom, for love, for an hour?

In James, it’s written, ‘You have not, because you ask not’
What is Manna that he cannot give to you,but just come,
But ASK, SEEK,  KNOCK, REACH AND CLIMB.

He has made provision according to his riches in glory so just …
ASK! …, and watch as God pause the heavens and the earth.
And he summon FAVOR to come to you from everything that has breath.
So,Ask!
and you shall receive, that’s not just a spoken word to you
But a promise from the Father,who is fair and true.”
Just hold on to faith,no fear, 
and believe that he hears!

And while we were still in awe of the delicacy he dropped before us, Deelight waltzed through the door, wielding her pen like a sword, ready to butcher our thoughts…

A PRAYER IN THE STORM…

In the rain that soaks through my skin
Bound by thunders that shake my fragile heart
Teach me to number my days…
Teach me to be ignorant to the complacent ways.

School me properly in your faith-like expertise.
School me to discern between your rebuke and a tease.
Illuminate my parietal and occipital lobes
To creatively craft out not just what is but is to come
Illuminate this momental sea fitted with blue strobes.

Teach that I don’t rise after the storm but in the storm
Oh refiner, purify my originality…no be to dey form.
Sharpen my will like a blade forged in the furnaces of adversity
Instruct me on the steps to take to glorify my very own deity…

Numb the norms in my storm till the waves conform
Their tweet storm of opinions will quickly escalate into a firestorm of controversy, eventually leading to a hailstorm of backlash from the public.
For what is dead may never die…
It is only transformed to conform to the image of that which was beheld.

This is my prayer..

Our hearts bare, our souls in need of repair, maybe next month we’d find the solace we need, in words coated in sugar and honey and pressed firmly against our lips…

Authors;
Mc Wisdom 
Deelight

BELOVED,

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Good day and welcome to another recap of freestyle Friday. It’s always a blessing to share these moments with you. This past Friday, the 7th of March, 2025, our phenomenal host, GodzNiel, presented us with multiple thought-provoking topics for expression:
TOPICS:
1. FREED
2. ASK
3. BELOVED
4. ANXIETY VS DILIGENCE

We kicked off with this profound quote from the captain himself Godswill Ezeonyeka:
The only love worth talking about is God’s!

I couldn’t agree more—so simple, yet deeply profound.

Hannah D’Ginus followed up with this short but powerful masterpiece::
A.S.K
I know you must have seen this
Ask is the acronym of Ask, Seek, and Knock
If you have not gotten an answer, just know you haven’t asked.

Then GodzNiel came in with these stirring lines:
Freed warriors
Freed stories of God’s building
God budding
Freed stables of the Love driven
Mercy interfered with a lie here and there
We’re the party that chose Truth and Dare
We die daily and preach Christ, we do dare.

Hannah D’Ginus wasn’t done yet. She continued with this electrifying piece:
Energy
Just praying the Word
You are supercharged
You’ll use lightning for fuel and thunder as convoy

Just praying the Word
You’ll see Satan in his true form
Trying to stop you
Sending fear as his tool

Just praying the Word
You become aware of Zion’s assembly
You hear things that will be preached on Sunday

Just praying the Word
You activate angelic activity
You’ll know you are not alone
You’ll find speedily the way to the city

Just praying the Word
You’ll forget time exists

Words straight from the Masters table! We just can’t get enough, can we?

The captain Godswill Ezeonyeka swooped in again with this introspective piece::
Men know the rich one
Wealth like make-up, a fading beauty

Men know the strong one
Brawn bursting at the seams, ever leaking

Men know the accomplished one
Purposeful strides painting only the past

But do men know the loved ones
Whose sins are forever forgiven

Do men know the loved ones
Who sits content in the rest of another

Do men know the loved ones
Do men know they were loved once?

This freestyle Friday was concluded in style with this thought-provoking piece from GodzNiel:
Hehehe…

What happened to God’s will
Is it no longer enough to be God’s beloved?
Is it no longer sought after
— to be fed with manna
— to quell famines with quail, and
walk across seas on dry land?

Who freed us from the Fear of the Lord?
Why are there scolding scowls haunting me when I ask?
Is the way of the Lord no longer the pilgrimage of His Beloved?
In the face of all this greed that sewed us new pockets, who cares enough about obedience—
To dismount Ang Xayiti, the knight mare that overides our diligence?

But seriously
What happened to God’s will?

We experienced nothing short of an ethereal Friday. As always, it’s great doing this with you🥂. Till next time, stay in God’s will ✨.

AUTHORS
Godswill Ezeonyeka
Hannah D’Ginus
GodzNiel

BUT GOD…

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Hey there! I hope your day has been nothing short of wonderful. It’s always a good day to go through these powerful pieces from Freestyle Friday with you.

TOPIC: BUT GOD…
DATE: 20TH DECEMBER, 2024
HOST: GODZNIEL

We were captivated by an amazing piece from the incomparable host himself GodzNiel:
Sure I would have cracked crooked lines in the past
Sure I would have bent or broke down fast
Sure the snide remarks would have marked me for gas
But God has god-handled all or most of that

Weave

Abase me the lowest,
I was born to serve like life is a game of lawn Tennis
I just fit the good turns in the others like it’s Holy Tetris
Call me blind to the sea of opportunities
That’s ok because over here we walk by faith and not by sight
God is enough prep time
He is both my power and my might

Weave – tap

No need to gaslight or lie, I forgive
All have sinned
No need to pretend you’re right, I just listen
Judges 3
All the mouth-watering born of past me has been dried up
by a mind renewed; Do you really mind if I don’t talk?
Sure I would been on the defense before But God…

Flicker

Water from the Brook and Angels sent me dinner
What am I to worry about when I have Yah forever?
What about this life is even worth my holy ginja
Twice you’ll find me beg, one is when I beg to differ

Then I beg your pardon

Duck

Can’t be petty from the wings of a eagle
Sorry
Can’t be lacking when the earth is the Lord’s
Boring
I am who God says I am, not a sum of money
Sure enough some miracles would be too pricey
But I’m feeling like Elisha with a Type-C

C for Christ
C for Courage
C for Charged
C for Calling
Closed my eyes, Spirit leading
Cornerstone, Rocked my building
C for chains, that he’s breaking
Cake and Wine, Caught my guy
Chased him way out to Aja
Choice of words, choice of life
Cleansed us clean and curbed our cries
Children come, climb aboard
Cross the sea of cretins cursed
C for Chosen, C for Changes
C for Crazy testimonies

C4
Tick tock
Tick talk
TikTok, then I blow my life away just living for this God talk
God talks, you can listen free if you don’t talk
Boom, yeah I said it
Silence is a sure ingredient
But I guess we need the music
We are Sauls in need of David

Weave

Lock the heart away from pleasure,
Seek the Lord like He is treasure
Don’t treat prayer like a leisure
Kind regards, me in the Mirror

Authors
GodzNiel

God my teacher

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Freestyle Friday graced us in its divine glory. With the host’s guidance, we wrote on four inspiring topics, creating something truly beautiful. Let’s dive in.

TOPICS:
1. DEAD TO SIN
2. ACCOUNTABILITY
3. GOD MY TEACHER
4. BLOOD OF JESUS
DATE: 6TH DECEMBER, 2024
HOST: GODZNIEL

This stunning piece by GodzNiel served as the perfect starting point:
No student I know
Knows it like pro
Being seated in Christ
Oh Lord, take my eyes
Dot them with your dictates
Wash my tongue these tastes
You’re my shield and breastplate
My God never plays late

God my teacher

God my escalator
My Commander and My Sensei
He who plans my entry
And the lessons could have broke me
But he held me in remoulding
And I trust him,
Yes, it’s really been a long trip
Many stories in this one gist
There’s no loosing me from God’s grip
I’m a student and a pilgrim
All my years are a Pen’s peak
I’m a Daniel giving Isaac

God my teacher

They calling it “circumstances”
They do not know what class is
My food doesn’t come in classes
His every word is packed, Sis
Let me marinate in sentences
Let Holiness educate my senses

GodzNiel continued:
Blood of Jesus

Stripped of flesh to say no flesh will glory in His presence
All them ills that death was cooking, ask him what’s the essence?
I call on the blood of Jesus and I escape yet another nonsense
I call on the blood of Jesus and yes I spoke me a Holy Sentence
Drop all pretence.
You knew God was calling you since pre-teens
You just wanted to taste the world and live the life of villains
Wasted the early decades, deformed your body, you loved the darkness
And God was home just waiting till you hurt yourself to madness
Watching them demons chain you to progress
Blind you to chase the aimless
Teach you to love yourself less

But He never lost your souls
You can see what Mercy chose
All the times Death came close
Who put the lamb’s blood on your doors?

Blood speaking out and in time
God being good the whole time
And we never could have paid a dime
Everyone from their own crime
Redeemed to dey sip wine
That stitch in time that redesigned whole lives engineering soul ties

The Blood of Jesus

Tell Rahab her kids are alive
Tell Leah she was bought with a price
His sufferings put joy in our eyes
If you breathe, then it’s time to decide
To ride God or take God for a ride
Not your, it’s a call to abide
Choose life and the right kind of pride
Rainbows are the Abba’s design – not flags for the way that is wide
Research, there are stories to find
The battlefield is the human mind
Sinners are dust the dragon mined
The lust of the eyes will leave one blind
The lust of the flesh will set up binds
See First Timothy Six verse Nine

But He never lost His souls
Who are the vines that Mercy chose?
All the times Death came close
Blood spoke from the doors

Lift up your head, Oh ye Gates

Then the captain Godswill Ezeonyeka came in with this:

Let the name of The Lord be exalted in our penmanship. Let our pens paint portraits pointing to the King. Let the name we know be the name we show. Let the Lord come alive as our words light up the minds that hear our testimony. Let the exaltations of our ink spur meditations that sing an endless symphony – ‘Blessing and honour and glory and power Be to Him.

Then ChyD stepped in with this:
Enrolled in the school of the spirit where there are constant drills and prunes.
God, the head master with a very clear curriculum.
I am equipped with every thing I need.
Teaching me the right path.
Discipline and correction, a proof that I am not a bastard
Extracurricular activities in healing, speaking in unknown tongues and faith exercises.
Every morning his loving kindness and tender mercies are renewed.

And then came this piece from Hannah D’Ginus:
Account ability

Hey, I have an origin
I am not wild
I am from a blood line of royals
We walk as a herd
We see ourselves without permission
No barriers, walls, or departments, else something is likely dead
And then we know a wolf is by the corner
We go deaf to unknown voices, we hear only our Shepherd
Rod and staff are our logistics
Logo is the Lamb
The Lamb who rescues faster than the speed of light
In the Royal Blood line,
We keep to account for the different abilities of our Shepherd.

We brought Freestyle Friday to a close with this incredible work by ChyD:
Akwukwo n’ato uto, ma ona afiaru n’mmuta
But Jesus has given us nkasi Obi
So we stay comforted, knowing that we have a perfect example.
A perfect game of ‘do as I do’.
The class examples were written with whips inked with blood
But the exam questions are on a lighter note.
Still he stands by in invigilation
Keeping vigil over our articulations.
Listening for students that need directions.
And offering cues, guidance and support.
These exam questions are not multiple choices.
In fact, we know for a fact that Jesus is the answer.
So we do not overthink it.
We just stay looking unto Jesus from start to finish.
Aren’t we the lucky set?
Class of favored generation
Congratulations.

Thank you for always being part of this journey. I enjoy sharing these moments with you. Till next time🥂.

Authors
GodzNiel
Godswill Ezeonyeka
ChyD
Hannah D’Ginus


TEMPLE RUN

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This week’s Freestyle Friday carried its own divine flair. The host introduced four remarkable topics, and what followed was a beautiful journey of creativity. Let’s get started.

TOPICS:
1. SAFETY
2. BONDAGE
3. TEMPLE RUN
4. SPIRITUAL PARALLAX
DATE: 29TH NOVEMBER, 2024
HOST: GODZNIEL

Godswill Ezeonyeka set the tone perfectly with this thought provoking piece :
Are we safe when they are no more threats in the room?
Are we safe when our minds finally chooses silence?

Are we safe when our sacrifices bear forth worthy fruit?
Are we safe when our lover loves our very essence?

Are we safe when we know every detail time is yet to produce?
Are we safe when we never forget any breathe we’ve spent?

And after that, the ever-graceful Hannah D’Ginus gave us this:
We say we are running the temple smoothly, but we are in prostitution
We claim to love the body, but we bow to other idols along with him
Salty-Fresh water
We claim we have heard of this
Selah

We say we are running this temple, but why does our shadow chase us?
If God is our Father, why do we behave like orphans?
Why can’t His reflection engulf us?

We claim we are always in zion, but why does our strength fail us?
Why do we insist on sewing fig leaves?
Why does fear haunt us?

We can not claim to run this temple when eyes don’t meet, hatred breeds, bitterness lingers while we smile with our open teeth,

The next time you claim you are part of this temple
Do a routine check if you are part of the assembly running it or if it’s just another temple run episode.
Selah

Godswill Ezeonyeka stepped in once more with this:
We can not claim to run this temple when eyes don’t meet, hatred breeds, bitterness lingers while we smile with our open teeth,

I want to hear this delivered like “boom boom boom” (if you know you know)

Then came this masterpiece by Damaris:
Chains have gotten fancy.
Fetters laced with gold
Handcuffs that bling

Chains have become a fashion statement
When we wear sin proudly on our necks
And bind them boldly over our hearts

Everyone is doing it
And so we kiss freedom goodbye
And exchange peace for pain
Addicted to our captor
Brainwashed to believe Stockholm syndrome is true love

But today our eyes are opened
Our chains are broken
Our freedom has truly begun and the bondage is over

GodzNiel stepped in with this gem:
Spiritual Parallax

I heard someone say, “Context is King.”
I raise you a jot of prophecy
Jesus rules all day and week
Strength to those who know they are weak
Fixed my eyes, didn’t need your Brille
I can’t fake how He keeps it real
Flesh of Christ overcame the Grill
I got the Christ-end of the deal

Yah

Mmmm – She said, you were never righteous
I said, Let The Lord touch us
Lose myself to what he taught us
Shadows never really light us – but Christ does
Its your choice – Best or worst
Can’t teach life to any dead ones
They keep saying we are brainwashed
Dodging anything that God loves
Finding newer ways to get lost
Prophets many, but he died once
Martyrs marketing without pause

And he said, I just don’t see it like that;
Science and Culture thrive on facts.
So I said, that’s spiritual parallax,
Trusting in things that changed in the past.
Row, Row, Row, roam the earth and its stats
You’ll see, the Word of God is still exact
So it’s either you live or leave like that
Is your story one of faith or fact?

With this divine words by GodzNiel, Freestyle Friday was concluded beautifully :
Temple Run

Temple, run
Run away to God’s hand
Build upon the Lord’s land
Yes his plan is more grand
He protects the unmanned
Block the bricks of sin’s clay
Win though windows sync lairs
Lairs of serpents, seen clear
God is how the scenes clear

Temple, run away from flooding your foundations
Except it’s with the Word – choose holy arbitration
Hearken – send the word across the sensations
Tell the heart to quarantine emotions
We only speak life, this is spirit medication
The boundaries join to spell dedication

Temple, run away from living off the flesh’ food
You might need to hear the Word of God just to do good
Keep a tight lip, don’t let trouble pair your Bluetooth
Good shoes – preach the Gospel in and out of issues

Temple
Run by the grace and mercy example
You won’t find Jacob with an angel but a limp will
Keep still
Chasing coin is never on a King’s will
Narrow is the way, be obedient and be nimble
Temple, sit and run in Christ or the people.

This has been an incredibly enriching experience. Thank you for always being a part of it. Till we meet again, stay blessed 🥂

Authors
Godswill Ezeonyeka
Hannah D’Ginus
Damaris
GodzNiel

LIVING FAITH

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In its unique divine fashion, Freestyle Friday unfolded beautifully. With guidance from the host, we delved into four amazing topics that inspired creativity. Let’s dive in.

TOPICS:
1. SPIRITUAL
2. 21ST CENTURY IDOLATRY
3. SYMPTOMS OF PRIDE
4. LIVING FAITH
DATE: 22ND NOVEMBER, 2024
HOST: GODZNIEL

Our first highlight was this remarkable piece shared by GodzNiel:
Slippery sips of satanic symphonies, soaked in separation from the source of my soul and peace
Sole my feet, Lord, with your sanity
Save me from my senses sensing flesh and seeing it as serendipity

Sour sower
Wincing is for seconds till the salve does it’s thing
2nd Samuel chapters seven and seventeen
Until it’s time for battle, the Lesson sits as unsavory
Sons are Temples and sacrileges will meet severity
Souls are sacred and blood-shedding isn’t inconsequential
Sin, please excuse me, but I’m acting right like Kate Henshaw
Nuttall

Not all who cry, “Lord, Lord…” really mean it
Surnames surely speak but I’m sure to name God every minute
God in how I speak life, and God in how I live it
How I give it
I don’t just die, I exit

GodzNiel continued:
Spirit of Peace
Soaked me since I fight the fight of faith
What is a jinx? Christ is my cleanse
My bed’s already made
Yes I’m ready-made
Fit to do the works from what He said
Yah
That’s my answer and that’s how I’m paid

God is my reward and my ransom
Devil thought he had one, should’ve noticed I’m handsome
Hands lifted high, worshipping with reckless abandon
Oh yes I believe that nothing happening is random

So catch me kabashing in the evening on a Sunday
I dodge any flirting, no I don’t play
Balling when I’m preaching ’bout the Lord’s Day
When every knee shall bend from Antarctica to Bombay

But if you try to cause a penalty,
Just know The Lord is my Keeper
Angels no dey finish, no dey try Ebenezer
The name of the Lord is a Tower and Defender
Omega
Beware of Hail, Lightning and Fire.

He wasn’t ready to stop there
GodzNiel continued:
Twenty first Idolatry
Pop stars singing about demonology
Kid play dates could be an orgy
And I can’t speak truth when I’m in public
But the icons want their all white party
Follow me off to the secret places
Where the bros drop God before they sow seeds
And they tell God, “Chill, it’s just a movie.”
Then they switch to, “Sha, I love the music.”
Can’t say No? Then it’s Yes to Sin scenes?
Then we argue about Book we didn’t read since
Did the Lord not notice all my thinkings
And I guess God now permits debauchery
Take a puff, G, Nature gave us Mary

Twenty First Century Idolatry
I am a man. Can’t disappoint my family
For the bag, and the shame of my enemies
Don’t talk if you’re not talking currency
Curently
Do you know what this job means to me?
I got Bills, what will you do for me?
In the end, I dey pay tithes and offerings
Suffering
For the Gospel?
Cannot be me
Only time I dey suffer na when Sapa hol’ me

Twenty first Century Idolatry
Still searching for someone to take care of me
Most of these men can’t afford me
If I wasn’t well-trained, Omo na Harlotry
But I’mma get married and glow
Different
Next up, born Manasseh and Ephraim
If I don’t get boo’d, what’s the essence
Of being this fine? Naa, e no go make sense
I’mma tell my Boo He’s my everything
And I can’t live without him
Even though he’s the Eighteenth
Me I can’t breath without him
And I can’t live without that skincare
Don’t you know that I’m a soft girl

Twenty first century idolatry
The bible isnt written to a time such as this
No way that God could have foreseen all this
And who needs faith when you have surgery?
Just chill, death will soon be made obsolete
While you were praying, I was switching ballot boxes
Who dyu have in Senate? I already have the most seats
Vox populi Vox Dei? Not in these circumstances
I am here for the politics,
You can focus on visiting Paul in ink

Twenty first century Idolatry
Anything but seeking God first indeed

The final highlight of Freestyle Friday came from Olufunke with this one :
Rid me of I
And I will be rid of pride
Rid me of self
And I will be rid of flesh

All my days
May I always be looking up
Unto the hills
And never at that Oga at the top

May my faith stay poised on thee
Thou lamb of calvary
When my throat is parched
In a thirsty land

And when my days are done
And my years are gone
And I hear that trumpet call
May you still by then
remain my all in all.

It’s been such a rewarding time here. I’m grateful we could do this together. Until next time, keep in the consciousness that You are Gods beloved🥂

Authors
GodzNiel
Olufunke

THE RACE I RUN AND SPECIAL DAYS

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Hello my wonderful people! I hope your day is shaping up wonderfully. It’s another good day to take a look at these amazing creative pieces from Freestyle Friday.

Topic: THE RACE I RUN AND SPECIAL DAYS
DATE: 8TH NOVEMBER, 2024
HOST: GODZNIEL

Godswill Ezeonyeka set the tone perfectly with this amazing piece:
I’ve been running, but my feet are still
I’ve been speaking with my lips sealed
My sword is drawn in spite of seeming peace
My face is set like flint to a win many don’t see

Keeping the pace with another piece from Godswill Ezeonyeka

Blue is a fascinating colour
It holds sky and sea in concert
It is canvas on which God paints
Light and life talk in blue
A symphony of possibility
Since that first “let there be”

Then this exceptional piece was delivered by King Uwe :
THE RACE I RUN

I fought so hard for the Ace
Joggling from one text to the next
While men slept,
I burned the midnight candle
Until I became a Zhombie
Always looking for one question paper to murder.

To be a man of class
You’ve got to be in class
So my classroom became my bedroom
And the only room I left for God’s word
Was a frozen Bible in a Coldroom

On that faithful day
I had set my feet on the marks
And my face fixed on the goal
Waiting for the gun shot
That will fire me to the heights of greatness

Just when I was ready to go
A stray bullet hit me to the ground
In anguish, I watched my Victory
Physically assaulted by misery

Battered, scattered and shattered, my ego was bruised
My pride bow, in total surrender to the word of God
The race is not for the swift
Nor the battle for the Strong

My odds would have been much better
But for the Race I run🏃🏾‍♂️🏃🏾‍♂️

Freestyle Friday concluded beautifully with this incredible work from GodzNiel:
The race I run is not for corn
Not a con
I shine and sometimes I burn
For the one
The Lord who is height and dawn
Light and fun
His victory it is I won, now it’s my turn
To sacrifice a ton
Because

No weightier matter besides Him
My hours combined are one Hymn
New Peters daily deny him
God is my witness, I warned them

Clay

Waiting for a sign or special day
No be say
It is ordinary to be here today
Just dey play

Even though I may sin
His blood is my rebuff, like tonic and gin
Predestination tarries cause I’m being readied
But lightening will be shocked at the way it was carried

Out
My God be the reason I dey make
Mouth
I’m going nuts cause when plans go
South
I can always trust it will work
Out
Romans Eight Twenty Eight, so I stand
Stout

This race I run is from a picture
Small thing, I for dey call am virtual
‘Cause I run from a seated position
In Christ, in faith is how I function

I will not win, sorry, I have won
They have answers but me I have one

Í maa na Chibuikem

It’s been a powerful and impactful time. Thank you for sharing it with me. Until then, stay wonderful 🥂.

Authors
Godswill Ezeonyeka
King Uwe
GodzNiel

ROD, STAFF AND EMBASSY

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Hi again! I hope you’ve had an amazing day. It’s the perfect time to dive into these inspiring creative works from Freestyle Friday.

Topic: ROD, STAFF AND EMBASSY
DATE: 15TH NOVEMBER, 2024
HOST: GODZNIEL

Our beginning was marked by grace with this creation from Zoe ziva
Rod, A shepherd’s humble tool, guiding and keeping the flock
Moses’ weapon, to split the sea in two; so God’s people could flock along.
A Symbol of power to deliver
The staffs loyal brother.

Staff, the rods companion. A symbol of support.

Embassy – A sanctuary, one that reminds me of my body. A kingdom with sacred walls and sacred words. A people created to spread love.

Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.

Freestyle Friday concluded beautifully with this offering from GodzNiel:
Immature when I get marched up
Feelings made of paper so I get torn up
Called God,
and he Word-dunked me when he turned up
Now I’m feeling like Ice though I dey burn up
Christ’s up, most loved as a sacrifice
Dont throw off God’s love to soliloquize
Only help really matters when a baby cries
And it’s all forgotten when the kid is wise

No kidding
We hearken to God’s leading
The drift is only art when Yah is my steering

Rod and staff, day comforting
Wander left,
Then I’m saved by his writing
Sign to the Pilgrims, my team
C. A. P. things,
scarce retiring
I was once so petty
Cleaned my December from detty
Dodged those Devil sent to get me
Green pastures na im get me
I am a Christ Embassy

Oya
Kilometers lay before me
Father said it’ll be a long journey
Lost before, but Mercy found me
Ugh
Worst if I succeeded digging oil
Holy Drill, I’m waiting on the Lord
Prayers, Praise and dying daily
Ugh
Rap so deep, it’s God’s reality
Rap to this, devotion said to me
It is not cheap to be Holy
It will take grace to God’s dp

God of compassion and mercy
He who parts earth and sea
Hovering over, you’re the very beginning
One rod and the Pharaoh is drowning
Barren lands bear fruit from your talking
And a storm won’t stop you from walking

And a storm won’t stop our war ship

This time together was truly enriching. I’m grateful we could share it. Until next time, stay blessed 🥂

Authors
Zoe Zive
GodzNiel