Fisher of men

December 31, 2024Leave a comment

Hello there! I trust your day has been delightful. It’s the perfect time to enjoy these creative highlights from Freestyle Friday.

Topic: FISHER OF MEN
DATE: 1ST NOVEMBER, 2024
HOST: GODZNIEL

This journey began elegantly with a stunning work from the captain Godswill Ezeonyeka:
Catching men is fishy business
Lives transformed is our witness
If God be in us and He is our dwelling
Fishing men out is rescue and not for selling

And then, from the sophisticated GodzNiel:
Then
. Knit the word into bread
And cast it on the waters, led
Hand in Father’s hand, repeating what he said
Into all knowledge, except of the beds they made

We are not bed warmers, we have the comforter
So we tell the bed shift, we sleep on stormed boats and wake to walk water
Excuse me Ma

We are not bench warmers, we have the bread and fish that thousands need
The Holy seed
The cure for greed, it’s true water
Fill the jugs, serve the parties, and register
The bellies springing forth springs of this Mutter
They’re Golgotha
The last junction before Forever for some other

We are not just lost sheep, we are burning bushes
Calling out to your Moses
It’s time for this, to do the work of evangelist
Excuse me Sis

I don’t just swerve, I serve
But I know you catch my drift
My tire is for the African forming traditionalist
If Christ is from white men, Simon was a siren for this
But please, we understand if you’re too black for this
Go and mental health your demons, don’t stand to close to this
Steer clear of the saint or stains will catch your drift
Excuse me Miss

Ini Brown came in majestically with this great piece:
“I’m out fishing” my last letter said
Whipping word and worship up to bake a better bread.
My lived testimony, I’ve learnt is better said
Rhema hitting when spitting what the letter read

I’m out fishing for men of hate
Hurt souls make hot coal of their heart’s state
But the Lord’s love can come through and end any debates
“Lazarus come out”. You call that faith? I call that bait.

I’m out fishing, with neither steel rods nor a silver tongue
Only his words at work to keep me strong
Anything besides is dead, wrong
“If any man be in Christ…'” , I guess any man can belong.

Then GodzNiel followed with this:
I’m fishing for hearts, my bait is his voice
Avoiding debate while wielding the bait
I’m skillful with it and krumping on snakes
A Jeze had bit, I’m Paul with the shakes
Ben’Jesse my P, my spear never shakes
The demons they sent are pumping on brakes
We’re wonders and signs, He gave what it takes
The Sons of The Lord, Creation awaits

Ha!

Prayer sessions every week
Strong in God is never weak
He said, Blessed are the Meek
Soak and drinking from his Creak
The 99 that joined to seek
The narrow way it is for me
The many farmers sowing seeds
Father guard us from the weeds

Unbelievers busy calling me Freak
Doesn’t matter cause Jehovah is Peak
Long before him when tomorrow was bleak
Love found me when I didn’t know to seek
Mercy graces, how I’m turning the cheek
While they argue whether Hebrew or Greek
Beware the weapons that we wield when we speak
Sometimes strongholds are simply a trick

Aha!

If any man be in Christ
If any among you be wise
Is any on the Lord’s side
Is any going fishing tonight?

GodzNiel continued…
What if no one ever fished me,
…no one ever went on two knees to liberate me
…no one ever opened their bible to teach me
Beats me, I might have never reached where you meet me

God is my stairs and my lifting
He is how I’m moving and He has been awaiting

I don’t think it’s possible to keep me from him
Across a sea of ignorances he will find me
Love
Holy CPR from my Soul King
Tell me why I no go loudly advertise him
Baptise me in his evangelism

Pull
Funny how they try to get away
Sea of life’s teeth and they’re swimming that way
Saved to eternity but they’d rather die today
All the while thinking, “It’s my life anyway.”

Gbagaun

God’s process on everything
God’s viewpoint over everything
If he didn’t say Move, better sit still
And the Devil needed Job’s mouth to get him killed

Mighty Rock, Conqueror and Healer
Merciful to foes who spit at your favor
If you even blinked, they all would just ‘never’
And yet you gently play the good Shepherd

Warrior

So kind, to chill is your nature
Who else can really tell the future
2024 predicted from Isaiah fifty-seven
Reminds me of Jeremiah twenty-nine Eleven

You alone are worthy of the Marketing
You alone are worthy of the worshipping
Merciful and Mighty in your Majesty
Holy Holy God, You are Everything

Godswill Ezeonyeka came in again with this quote from Steffany Gretzinger:
If my heart could tell a story
If my life would sing a song
If I have a testimony
If I have anything at all
No one ever cared for me like Jesus
His faithful hand has held me all this way
And when I’m old and grey
And all my days are numbered on the earth
Let it be known in you alone
My joy was found

We ended Freestyle Friday on a high note with this gem by Miracle:
Words without teeth
But sharper than any sword
Words harvested from the soil of divinity
Thrown into the deep with barbs
Catching on the souls of the needy
Hanging on like Captain Hook
Making tardigrades jealous
Men were the assignment
Tentacled words my handiest tools
Fishing’s not so difficult ehh?

What an incredible time we shared. I appreciate you always being here. Till next time, Keep on fishing men for Christ🥂.

Authors
GodswillEzeonyeka
GodzNiel
Ini Brown

My Loan to The Lord

December 31, 2024Leave a comment

Hello Gods chosen one! I trust your day has been delightful. These creative gems from Freestyle Friday are worth checking out today.

Topic: MY LOAN TO THE LORD
DATE: 25TH OCTOBER, 2024
HOST: GODZNIEL

We kicked things off smoothly with this brilliant piece by GodzNiel:
When my errors were squared up and said “Boss, e dun be for thee.
Little has worked and has thee all worked up in your jealousy.
Jokes are your stock and guess what, the effort is your legacy.”
Mery said, “No, Epilogues are the time I like to change story. “

Mery said…
Mery said, “No…”

Make it so long that they forget the starting
The story goes on, different ears will be tingling
Because we sowed God, He is what we are reaping
He said the latter was the plan from the planting
And God invented both the end and the beginning
Sell him those years, let him pay you unending
But I crawled to Him with last of my substance
He said to me, “Boy what you need is repentance…
And everyone has turning points in abundance
But Mercy said, “No, this one is a romance. “

Mery said…
Mery said…
Mery said, “No…”
Mery said, “No…”

Let me give him my hours
He redeemed them
From a broken heart muddy from believing lies
From a fallen weak from holding on
Even family ties broke when I strayed in life
The predators let you eat a bite before they latch on
But the silhouette of the Lord is the trigger to rejoice
The sound of his voice eliminates the noise
Let me give him my choice
He who gave me my voice

GodzNiel continued:
The thumbs of a man
Who strayed from the plan
Only to discover the Holy demands
And moonwalk back into his hands
Repentance
We act like God is lacking humans
We act like God is trynna make friends
And we have plans, he should wait small
Reprobacy is gradient,
like a business yeah it starts small

Dear Jesus
Dear Jesus
They asked me to target an SDG
I told them I’m targeting knowing thee
Doing my work as I fast till 3
Lost to the World I was found in thee

Yah

Holy Holy I’m Nazarene
Reborn by you said to me
Say the Word and gimme grace to be
What you say is final finally

Hosanna Hosanna, I die on the matter
The story is over, we’re living on credit
Not one lost who belongs to the Father
Matthew Twenty-eight, go there and read it

My loan to The Lord
How can I fail with this much faith?
I believe and that is it
Not me, but the one who sent me
I am his epistle, like a loaded pistol
Music if you listen, flow like River Pishon
Praising the Lord
My Hallelujah is a loan to the Lord
In return, all I need is a Word
Guess what he’s telling me
“Abide, I’ll be all you need. Tell them what’s happening. I am the end…innit?
I am the treasure of treasures, the final bonanza, the question and answer, the pearl of the wise, the business of life, forever and ever and yet I’m the moment, the King of All Life.”

How many times time can I say it though?
Love is crazy when you think about it
The Lover is happier say so
When he really feels the way he’s saying
Never too much ‘I love you’s
Never too much ‘I got you’
What is it that I can’t do
I have died just to raise you
Set it all up to raise you
Put in stuff to amaze you
And yet you…
Need a device, to look my eyes, the time must be right or you won’t delight in Holding my hand
Haba
My eyes are always on you
My love is like a tattoo
Time is a heavenly notebook
Tell me who it is you wrote to

This stunning piece by GodzNiel marked the conclusion of Freestyle Friday:
My loan to the Lord is my casting
Failing men and devils asking
I’ll be hidden in my Light King
That’s him
Yeshua forever, Salvation and Glory
Without him there is no story
I’ll write you a letter with this breath you gave me as ink
Father you are how I’m blessed indeed
Silver and Gold can be stolen, please
What I called ‘wealth’ is your inner peace
Your spirit in me

I
Heavenly Journalist
Of Nigerians, I’m the very least
But I have eaten of the holy feast
My loan to the Lord is to share his gist

Author
GodzNiel

God Diet

December 27, 2024December 27, 2024Leave a comment

Hey there! I hope your day has been nothing short of wonderful. Here are some powerful pieces from Freestyle Friday for you to enjoy.

Topic: GOD DIET
DATE: 4TH OCTOBER, 2024
HOST: GODZNIEL

This journey began elegantly with a stunning work from GodzNiel:
Let’s go
Up to the mount of the Lord
Fire in his kiln, hand of the Word
Wash off the silt and clean off the mud
Can’t be destroyed because I was bored

Tell them to fridge up the cucumber
I’m in a tent with some manna
I love the taste of Hosanna
Oops I am glued to the Father

Yeah this is my notion of “chop life”
When I chop I use the Word Knife
Armor of God, I could eat my shield
Nowadays workers are picky with fields
Let’s go, up the mount of the Lord
Send out what he said in the Word
Making disciples of all the World
All are invited, but not all will come

Wedding party loading
Listening the Knowing
He paid though I owe him
Can you beat the glory?

At all

I’m munching on mysteries, Sipping on miracles
His grace is keeping me, no higher thermocool
When I’m praying, I might even drool
Nothing sweeter than Yeshua stew
And all I had to do was say, “Amen.”

GodzNiel continued…
Stand fast at his table
Tell the lame He is able
Come for him at his table
Not to be comfortable
Making your comfort able
To hoodwink you like a fable
Olive oil on the Fae bull
God’s Word is my stable

Stand Fast, stand stable
Slip past new trouble
Goshen heights, example
Inbuilt, no cable
Word to the wise and the simple
I heard you were reading the label
You need more of your Bible
God’s word no be gamble

Bet

What is surer you can bet on?
No let devil teach you lesson
Have no Bible? You should get one
Tell the starving, “Eat the Lord’s Son.”
There is no other option
John six verse forty one
God is looking out for the one
Wey go chop the victory he won

God is looking out for the son
‘Cause the food dun already done

Flow into me Lord, I’m a river for your water. If I didn’t have these testimonies, maybe the darts could dart into my skin, like mosquitoes to draw my courage

But You…

My happiness and my pride, who is like you in your taste? The Bread and The Wine, The blood and the Sacrifice; you are the highest reward. In eligibility, who would stand worthy of biting into your grace? No one could touch that scroll…

But You…

Made a way
Are the way
Oh Yahweh

You are so…delicious

Following that, from the ingenious Hannah D’Ginus:
He paid, though I owe him
Speaking
Speaking his word as it is and poetically

Do we get it?
Let’s not be sitting ducks
Let’s work round the clock
If need be
Your life is currency
Do God’s bidding
The dividends are always on the high

Plus there’s a meal for all kinds of workers
Tired, healthy, sick
Don’t stay foolish

Once again, GodzNiel graced us with this:
Seething ducks when The Lord does his works
Joined with the dark, though they thirst at the docks
Currency currently globally sits in attack
But the Lord’s are economically way above lack

Plus there’s a meal for all workers
Shout the Gospel to the onlookers

Let it be pride that decides to left
Right?
Write it with what blood is left
Jesus is Lord
Beginning and End
Come to the King and be saved, oh friend

This one
This one na Papa put
Heathen are deceived but you see truth
Boldly written by a million martyrs
The risen matter

That you starve because you choose disobedience
The hot iron of Lust has seared your conscience
And though the fangs of death are deadly
Look up and read, “Food is Ready”

Hannah D’Gnius stepped in once more with this:
Eat the Lord’s Son?
Sounds gruesome at face value, right?
Why are you afraid of taking this meal?
This is a life and death case, and you hesitate
But you take medicine when you’re sick
Your spirit is ill, and you are watching movies
Adding more foreign bodies
Even your conscience is now weak
Meek is not foolish
Humility is not timid

Okay, eat the bread of life
That’s what I’ve been saying
He is the chef, and we are not
He is the Lord and he just ordered
Eat his meal today
Hardened not your heart

The risen matter
A million times and more
Wonder why the rich get richer
They are always on the scene
So let your light shine before men
Let them see your good deeds
Let kings come to the brightness of your rising
That happens when it’s Light you eat

Then, we were treated to this by ucTruth:
Adam would tell you on Christmas Eve.
You shouldn’t taste all that dangles on a leaf.
One truth that we all keep forsaking.
Ripe fruits can rip you right out of Eden.

So shiny opportunities should never be the sign.
The eyes is the worst organ for any leading in life.
Take heed to your spirit when you make a choice,
Foods have been served in the past as a voice.

Isn’t that what our dear mama fed from?
Echoes that slithered from the heights that he fell from.
“You shall not surely die” now you’re a heathen.
Once in the light but now you are hidden.

Patience is the very nest of trust.
A bird leaves home when it wouldn’t plummet to dust.
So while we are here and while we’re still choosing.
The fruit of the spirit is not there to be eaten.

“There is a God, it’s not you” Nonso said.
Maybe we should humbly follow through with whatever El said.
If when we walk in the dark or the light he still sees us.
Then the only walk that’ll be worth it is the steps we take in Jesus.

GodzNiel returned with this amazing piece:
The rich get richer, that’s called fattening
We need that buffer, I trust God’s planning

But once upon a time back in Jeremiah twelve
The Nebi’im asked seeking holy eye-salve
And once again, into the matter did God delve
Food for our thought, let’s draw from those wells

The Lord said it’s all about the sin there
The people went to Egypt, now they copy what they’ve seen there
We need that repentance to return to a scene dear
To struggle with the heathen still is an obscene dare

A Million times and more
I’ll turn to the Lord
I won’t envy the pigs and their diet
God’s mercy is why they don’t die yet
Z’why I preach, my thumbs are not quiet
One of them asked me “Why?” I said “Why else?”

GodzNiel continued
Fifteen more years, Hezekiah got
That’s all it took to give a tour to Babylon
Jonathan safe, David on the run
Yeah I get that you know, but where’s the action?

And Saul was quite rich before the birth of Paul
I know some millionaires eyeing the eye of a needle
If Solomon’s not an example, then I look to Lot
Not all green pastures are immune to rot

May I not be like the groom before Boaz
Or the people who scoff as they passed by Noah’s
Saul was coat-guarding, but what about the stoners?
Trust in God is Joseph saying, ‘Get up’ to his brothers

Yeah
I no longer ask about the success of the unbelieving
I have petted demons while my hands were trembling
Only Jesus saves, all the else is deadly
And when I on these knees, foes are frozen solid

Hannah D’Ginus came in again:
I know some millionaires eyeing the needle
News on the Lord’s wedding
We have invited you
Don’t forget
Don’t give any excuse
Remember Christ’s parable
Don’t snooze this alarm
Don’t sleep
Some millionaires have already passed through the needle

Food for our thought, let’s draw from those wells

The aim is never to compete.
That would be foolish

It’s obvious the game is different
They run a rat race I run for well done
The aim is to be approved by the King
With the Word, “good and faithful servant,”

After life is him and nothing else
So why waste time racing with pigs when I hold pearls?

Then from the amazing Symolean:
Die!
Earth is all mine
I’m full of rage, wars, peace like an ocean
I speak love, my heart a mountain of hate so fine
I am a child 50 years still the child

Eat!
I feast on my fleshly desires
From wickedness, pride and self I refuse to retire
Fettering rams and pigeons with the pains in my conscience
I’m a butcher
Blood flows, man must eat
Butcher!
These ceaseless blood got me hardened
A cup of right words
A mansion of wrong living.

Diet!
Thy word never left my mouth
My heart remained evil’s fount
A ram for my conscience
My life a science
Experiments on a loop
I, the superman.

God’s diet
Cooked without my permission
An arm resting on my shoulder
A quiet guide to my soul
No voice raising
No placard with my sins written on
A gentle reminder that he has called me son
Niel:
Enough olive oil to drive the ground nuts
I heard you like spice so I made salt
And when you freeze pepper, it is still hot
Eat of me and be wise enough to speak in tongues

First Corinthians three, read the whole thing
Who can smeeeeellll what the Lord is cooking?
My Word is the base ingredient
You can die, but to live I am expedient
Be obedient
Only my kids smile when they see the end

Why?

I am the End and the Beginning
Those who want to hunt can keep on sinning
Worship
Anything that does their bidding

They won’t be the first
Thinking they can educate their thirst
Third eye imaginations when they sit and pose
All the while, the two I gave to them is closed
They struggle for free things and antidotes
Over here we heal our sick. Who’s supposed to boast?

Man-made scarcity
Still they won’t come to me
Why?
Because they have a sin itinerary
Choosing to be God over themselves, forsaking me
No shaking me,
The Lord is a gift and the blessed are defined by all taking me
Unwavering, from glory to glory, even painstakingly

Knife and the fire,
Designer and Potter,
The Word and The Power,
Vanities die from each Word I utter

Funny how to truly eat is prayer and fasting
Funny how to truly live is daily dying
Funny how fools ask who is the God of man in the wilderness
Niel, shey you can see it doesn’t make sense?
My name is declared by the Heavens
And I am found by the heart that seeks me with diligence
Like Abraham and that Ethiopian
The Magi found me though they were Zoroastrian
My way is hidden in the heart of every man
And to deny me is a suicide plan

Oh well

Take, eat, and remember how I love you
Culinary grace, before any plate I knew you
The true you
Come
The Lord is enough to overwhelm you
There is no limit to the chapters he brews

We wrapped up Freestyle Friday with this remarkable piece by GodzNiel:
On a God that parts seas with one stick
On a God that calms storms when he speaks
On a God that once died but still lives
On a God that cure bites with just pics
On a God that knows what will happen
On a God that breaks walls with men’s shrieks
On a God that used three-eighteen peeps
To take out some four kings with armies
On a God that holds back the flood gates
Him I trust forever and ever

This moment was truly special. Thank you for joining me. Until next time, be blessed 🥂

Authors
GodzNiel
Hannah D’Gnius
UcTruth
Symolean

Sureness

December 27, 2024Leave a comment

Hello again! I hope your day has been fantastic. Take a look at these amazing Freestyle Friday pieces—they’re sure to inspire!

Topic: SURENESS, SANITY AND SEPARATION
DATE: 18TH OCTOBER, 2024
HOST: GODZNIEL

This freestyle Friday featured this captivating piece by GodzNiel:
She sat with me conversing on the balcony
Cleft to me
Gratitude was there, of course, surrounding me
Certainly
All the signs aligned and no defending me
Suddenly
His voice came through speaking contrary
Shocking me
Sometimes we let desires be our eyes indeed
Bully Jesus into giving us to Philistines
Literally
Putting Words in his Mouth, since it’s our tongue he needs
All the while trying to monetize divine identity
Ctrl-D

I thought it was God
But now it’s absurd
And when you hear the Word of The Lord
The walk is assured

He told me to focus on being the center piece
Would have listened but The Lord gave my center Peace
And my mother left the room after she had said her piece
No I’m not a centaur, please
Some trust in chariots, and riots, but I prayed for peace
But the Lord said that brothers gonna really shift
Mothers, daughters, Fathers, sons will be Judases
What Jehovah sees
Though you calculate with the highest of GPTs
Trust and obedience still trumps any enemies

As for my mind,
Yeah I thought it was God
But now it’s absurd
And when you hear the Word of The Lord
The walk is assured

Family telling me old things
Funny we all used to visit
Finally someone is preggies
Freely we’re sowing and reaping
Father will never be noisy
Firmly but quietly speaking
Found in the Abba who knows me
Fasting and praying to One King
Food for thought and tautly bound to him
Flew into the wilderness while chuckling at what my bounty is
Fruitfully existing
Fire in my chest astounding me
Fixed in Christ, the Faith is founding me
Fan the hope and let his love abound in me
Fight and kill sin in me bodily

Enough F-words without saying the F-word
Half-measures need more than effort
And I ask, who’s fault?
I thought it was God but that is absurd
We need to obey the Word of The Lord
That the Walk be assured

Author
GodzNiel

Forty Days Famished

November 9, 2024Leave a comment

Hello again! I trust your day has been wonderful. I believe it’s a good day to read through these powerful creative pieces from a freestyle Friday.
Topic: FORTY DAYS FAMISHED
DATE: 20TH SEPTEMBER, 2024
HOST: GODZNIEL

We commenced gracefully with this piece from GodzNiel:
I have to be an example
All of my days, the chances were ample
Scrape underneath when the company is supple
Tumble at dawn, very regretful

I have to be an example
So I set my feet on his throttle
Set my ink on his blog, will
God be what I adore, will
I be wasted and sore, living in double
Praying for double

I have to be an example
Effective though these exams pull
My focus off being humble
Obedience is how I should crumble
Crumbs
Bullied their ways into how I fed
I shall not lack though I have no bread
Pouting at what Holy Father said
No divination, Mash Burnedead
The Lord said His grace is sufficient
Then sent my eyes to Ephesians
Lord please don’t let my enemies chuckle
He answered, was Jesus not humbled?
Spat at and nailed to a cross of course
Just so he’d make you too blessed to curse
If you will be an example, these forty days might just have to double

GodzNiel continued…
Pulled into the world of my spirit
My eyes adjust to God’s verses and God wit
The Word made flesh declares my flesh buried
I rose with him like a Garri baptism
Holy Nepotism,
miss me with the second death
Being born of God is when you take your first breath
Being a martyr is all that matters, I don’t choose the color
Emmanuel forever, To him be all the power!

Ten days times four, I’ll serve him every hour
Let God be true and all men be liar
I get fattened from the whispers in my Spirit
And for tea days, Christ is bread and yeah I deep it

Then the captain Godswill Ezeonyeka came in with this piece:
If fully fed female found forbidden fruit fit for fantasy fiddling
Then fasting fights from flaws for fallen fickle feinds fostering faith.

Tongue twisting and soul blessing yeah?

Then from the genius Hannah D’Ginus:
It takes forty days to lose
To lose fat
To lose cravings
To lose addictions
To lose appetite of all kinds
To lose the desire
Desire for fame
For muscle power
For talking gibberish
To discerning spirits
Knowing who spoke
Knowing what’s outdated and what’s updated
Knowing who to listen to and who to avoid
Knowing the better of two goods
The lesser evils…

GodzNiel came in again with this:
Applause for the pause of a son
Off of the world and it’s woes, I was sawn
Race to the heavenlies, Nike’s getting worn
When it’s by grace that this race can be won

One to the throne, on his way to be Cyrus
Two locked in frolicking, sore-licked in desires
Three days later, the stone rolled aside
Four times ten are the days I fought pride
Five kings defeated by Four in a fight
Seek first the kingdom and light up the night
Seven times seven times plus one to jive
We ate in the jubilee
Benign thoughts tryna bend reality
Ten over ten only tends from the Lord
Count on the Lord, or zero on the Sword

Then Godswill Ezeonyeka:
Stoney bread served on a platter
Falling man with angel insurance
Earth’s kingdoms for the worshipper
All na wash when Jesus dey the matter

And we concluded the freestyle Friday with this one by GodzNiel :
I think I got more cocky
The hard things started easing me forward
I think I got less hungry
I now know that the manna is plenty
I think I lost my insecurity
Persecutions after, what is attack to me
Lock me away in the wilderness
God’s loving tenderness is still the edge of zestiness

I am a voice in the wilderness
Echoing worship in silence
Now I can blitz through words like type writer; I’m the type to write faster
Fasting in slow-mo, my faith is belligerent
I am no Xman, I am just excellent
Not in my slash or it’s quality
But in the obedience to who sent me

Lock me away in the palm of my God
I was the prodigal son in the mud
Forty days later, I found Apocrypha
If he sees me coming, the devil may cry sha
Knees on the ground to the Alpha
I chose his blood over fanta,
How far?
It’s easy to say that we do it for Jesus,
But then go so silent when no one will praise us
To write up a vision and tuck it away
Like Revelation Ten, two to four
And Daniel Twelve, verse four
I guess I have grown, now I know who I’m for

I’m loving this twenty twenty-four
I’m learning to really wait on the Lord
And I know that this is a fresh start
I’m playing for keeps like Mozart.

It was a very impactful time we had here. Thank you always for doing this with me. Till next time, stay blessed 🥂.

Authors:
GodzNiel
Godswill Ezeonyeka
Hannah D’Ginus

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October 21, 2024Leave a comment

Hi there, Gods masterpiece. Hope your day is going really great. I’m sure it would get even better as we ride through this together. This particular Friday was fire – Holy fire.

Date: 6th of September, 2024.
Our able host GodzNiel introduced the Topic: TEMPLATE. And then, it rained – heavy.

The captain Godswill Ezeonyeka gathered the clouds with this:
Jesus lived life like a lesson
With skin and bones he wrote everlasting message
The 12 testified to His throne and testing
History is witness to the first God-man person

After a few minutes, the amazing Imani Nnaemeka M. came in with this piece:
The first God-man
I have contemplated not once or twice of His concept of freedom.
I consider it wise that His rhythms are unforced yet instructive for life.
I am learning to let go quicker these days, it’s vital for motion.
Death has existed for decades, yet still shocks when it stings.
A reminder of the finite state of our mortal body and time here.
A pull and quickening towards destiny for those with the template.
One that comes with intimacy and an open heart. A daily death.
I have contemplated not once or twice of His concept of freedom.
And I consider it wise that His concept is dynamic yet instructive for life.

She continued…

Template guides design but you only get to see through the colour of light shone.
What lens do you see from?
What eye are you using, the good eye or bad?
It always comes down to perspective and relativity but the heart’s intent is always laid bare,
And what it mirrors visible for all to see, open to be captured in history books by men, for men.
Let your light so shine before men, is a call to own his light in you and lit up the path for others.
Being changed into the same image from glory to glory, is an invitation for transformation.
The quality of the believer’s life is laced with an obedience that tames man’s appetite.

Almost immediately, our beloved Hannah DGinus continued the flow of blessings:
This is the template
Heal the sick
Raise the dead
Care less about diabolic schemes
Just believe

This is the template
Get deep roots
Bear God’s fruit
Bear your burden
Bear another’s burden

This is the template
Give your coat along with your shirt
Go two miles when one mile is demanded
Lend to a brother without interest
Stop looking lustfully for your own interest

This is the template
Man in God’s image and likeness
Man dominating what God created
Man hating sin and loving righteousness
Man punishing all disobedience

Then the phenomenal Ugwu David C. came in with this:
I have always known
That ” I am well able to take the city “

El Shaddai give me undivided heart
And I will be fully persuaded in your unfailing love and power.

Nothing is impossible in my clan.
Don’t you know that am from the Bloodline of Miracles Workers..

We give life to the dead
And call things that are not and they appear.

The sun ☀️ is darkness compared to the light of of my Christ.
Jesus is my king, my light and my lamb.

I am sent here to raise the dead, not to listen to mourners,
Where are the dead show me, let me show forth our signature…

Signs and wonders follows me like disciples
I and my Heavenly Father is one.

Whoooshhh. I know I’m not alone in feeling the power from these words. Hannah DGinus continued:

I am sent to raise the dead, not to listen to mourners

When will this be real in my life?
I have lost five aunties
I have lost brethren to cancer
When can I practically live this bible verse?
When can I look forward to visiting National hospital?
When will my hands touch a grave and the earth shakes?

But Christ is my template
Even if this has not come to be
I will groan until my body is a reflection of him.

Ugwu David C. flowed in immediately with this:
God of the hills,
And God of the valley.
No one knows how old you are, Ancient of days.

Your grace have crowned me envy of the world,
I am blessed in the city, blessed in the country and all over the world.

Armed by your love
I conquer tribes after tribes.
Your Name , your right arm is greatest everlasting sword⚔️

Demons scamper and beg for mercy,
But I promise them none
Praise God, the blind can see, I have brought them new eyes👀

Don’t ask why the lame are dancing,
The gospel has triumphed
Good news have conquered the city

My mother is happy,
I will eat a good meal today,
Peace envelopes my father’s heart
Joy has beautified by wife,
My siblings laughs in God’s comedy
Glory to God forever

Imani Nnaemeka M. came in hot again:
God is good
God is good

He loves me
He loves me

Words I recite when I hear he snatched another.
Death, the only victory we mourn.
Life, the ultimate triumph.
I praise God for giving us the privilege to choose our eternal state.
The gates we unlock here, make all the difference.

Then from our very own GodzNiel :
Christ is the Template
Sit truth on my plate
You are no longer tied down
Tell the church to wake now
Where are the public edges?
Who wrote your new pledges?
Esau I did hate, but Jacob is despised
The willful will not wait and pride perfumes their disguise

Christ is the template
Lord, Oil me to your taste
Fear attacks my eyes next
Jesus trimmed my excess,
and healed me of my nonsense
Anger bubbles up, when I look across my estate
Talents in the ground, demons meant to seal my fate
But the Lord popped in the dungeon,
He made clay of The Dragon
Yeshua woke me, moulded me, and it is
To meGod who said, ‘Son..

…Christ is still the template.
I am he who writes fate.
Be confident in Truth
Break the bands and come up

I have words for you to speak,
You are mine
The past was not your peak,
I am.
Patience, Love and My Words,
Take your eyes off this World.
You will die the death I choose.
You will not live on the views
Drink my blood and wash your halls
I am the Judge and I am God
Sit down now and write it out.
Cameras were once a dream
I am all you’ll ever need
Edit your fees to fit your feet
Defeat the filth with faith and prayers
Peel back the sins, repent in layers
Don’t wait or beg, I spoke and looked
Son, watch and pray, to me be hooked

Christ is still, the template
It’s folly to repent late
Christ is the template
Obedience trusts in God’s gate
Christ is the template
I just listen and paste

Imani Nnaemeka M. wasn’t stopping till she had us all in Holy flames:
Glory to God forever more
For clothing my spirit with flesh, and crowning me with the power to express His dominion here.
Glory to God forever more
For teaching my feet to dance in storms,
And songs of comfort on rainy days.
Glory to the highest!

GodzNiel came in again:
Prayer call,
I part seas and you see

Prayer call
I made fire and blue sea

Prayer call
Raise a banner and stand firm, my people

Prayer call
Allow them to hate you

No debating, or waiting, the blood is shouting
Down to crises
Drown the pisces, and burn the pieces
Throw away all the unholy practices
Species, without God, bolt their way to extinct
Shun the dark, and tell your beast to obey the King
Which is it?
Alive, we are cups of Him
Alive in Him
Besides Him is death indeed
Faith in Him
The Lord is enough for me
The great E.G.
The Template of Life and Peace

Then Imani Nnaemeka followed with this:
You are mine
The past was not your peak
I am

Peal back the sins
Repent in layers

Arrrgh!
Sweet Jesus 😌

There was no stopping at this point. Just like I said, it rained – heavy.

The passionate GodzNiel had a lot more to give :
Holy
Holy
Holy is the Lord on High
Throned
Casting crowns elder their knees.
Alone,
The Lamb of God,
The Kind of God,
Above,
The sign of days before the sun
Again,
The time before the stars were born
I said,

Holy is the Lord who teaches
His saints
Holy is the Lord who speaks
And sends
Holy is the Lord who sits
Alive
Holy is the Lord who gives
The Life

Every thing that has breath
Looks to Yahweh to have sight
Hearing Yah to know sound judgement
God created elements
From nothing to universe
Do repent, it’s exigent
Return to the template
Return to what God says

Aren’t we so blessed through this access to the throne of grace!

Hannah DGinus was not done at all:
You will die the death I choose
Hard truth!
Let’s listen and obey
The more we obey
The less we pray amiss
This is Christ’s template

With more intensity, GodzNiel had us hooked on these words:

Let us pray to awaken to the Voice of the Lord
To be clear of the cobwebs, blocking off the Word
Let us run from sin, than be destroyed because we’re bored
Be reborn in the Lord and refuse to cut the cord

Thank God for his Word
That he hasn’t washed his hands off
Thank Jesus for the blood
That the dark can’t turn the lights off

In the era to come, the walk will leave the park
We’ll face the choice to be Christ or to be Tony Stark
The Horses born of the Seals are riding in the Lands
Lord keep me under the cross, to catch blood from your Hands
To eat your broken body, and cry ‘Holy’ wholly
May I live for you, Jesus, and hallelujah boldly

Followed immediately by Imani Nnaemeka M.:
It’s funny yet comforting to know that in this Kingdom of ours we never grow to be independent.

The template is abiding
The structure is intimacy
The fuel is love

From our first declaration of acceptance to our absence in the body, we are dependent on him for every thing at every time in every way and He has promised never to leave nor forsake us.

What a love 😍
Thank you Jesus 🙌🏼

Then few minutes later, King David came in strong again with these
It is a long distance journey,
Unless you will come with me
I travel by chariots of fire 🔥

Don’t be afraid
You won’t be burnt
If you believe in this truth I tell you–
That Christ is alive.

You’ll cease to be clay
Silver and gold will envy you
You will become flames of glory.
But before we visit the angels estate
Walk on water with me.

Come,
Take my hand
It is easy.

Gods faithfulness is unfailing !

Hannah DGinus kept the flames burning with these:
We will face the choice to be Christ or Tony Stark

Iron man was hero until the world saw Christ
We were Tony Stark until we met Christ
Iron man, or should I say “we,” have become daily sacrifice
It’s a win-win
When we meet the Grand Master of Endgame

GodzNiel was not done just yet:
Jesus
Take these lungs longing for your way
Take these eyes eyeing what you say
Take these feet and fit them in the harvest
Her vest escape my eyes but not the Lord’s mesh
Animated spirit, we need reeducation
We’re your nation
Take us to where we lay down everything
No saw the demons, they only saw foolish virgins

Jesus, Son of The Abba
Only you Lord can cover your own from all the danger
Only you can whisper us warnings before the stranger

Help us choose and stand
Help us choose to stand
You are strength and wisdom
Please hold us by hand

Hannah DGinus came in again with this piece:
I get
When it is the Lord you meet
You fall as one dead
Whispers, suggestions, and soft voice becomes command
Gist becomes instruction
That sonship is responsibility
Stories are footprints, blueprints…

Few minutes later, the phenomenal ChyD came in with this:
Experience is shaped by perception.
Perception by knowledge and conviction.
You either wear God’s yoke like a badge of honor or an instrument of oppression.
If I were a blogger, I would be posting lifestyle content.
I would manny through Ice Age and with each rhema, I would turn on my ring light to spill tea.
I would be showing off muscles gotten from lifting weights of bondage and oppression;
Body toned by years of fasting and prayers
My viral video would be a challenge of 24 hours dry fasting and praying.
I’ll boast of getting fired from my job for preaching Jesus, because I have joined the Justice league.
Paul dem mandem!
I would count my self denials like I count my blessings.
And add each one to my mark of Christ
Pain is gain
And like a gym rat, I’ll continue going back to my addiction!
Christ!

And Ugwu David C. had more Marvelous words:
Thunder be quiet
Let them hear my voice.
Don’t you know beautiful ones?

El Shaddai is the Ocean Divider, he transplant nations with ease.

Like a farmer transplant a plant ☘️ he transplanted Abraham and his descendants to a better soil.

Where do desire to go?
Write it down
And make it plain
Give to me,
If you don’t have pen

You can recite it in your heart
My Father is a Spirit
He knows all things
Rejoice
It is a done deal✅

Soil flowing with milk and honey

Few minutes later, Hannah DGinus shared this:
Paul dem man dem
Paul dem mad men
I’m looking forward to this madness
Fool for Christ?
World’s foolishness
Fool for Christ?
God’s wisdom

Then Imani Nnaemeka M. put this in:

He sets me up for royal treats in the darkest storms and redeems me with the outpour of his spirit and an overdose of merriness and joy.

Surely goodness and mercy follow me forever as I am now a host of His eternal spirit and life.

Just as he gathered the clouds, he concluded with these words Godswill Ezeonyeka:

I am stone
Jesus is model
God is sculptor

All this hammering
Is proof of God’s labouring
And Jesus perfect posturing

The freestyle Friday was over but these words remain in our hearts as flames that wouldn’t quench, seeds that would bear much fruit in season and out of season. Thank you for coming all the way with me, Its always lovely when we do this together. Have a spectacular day. I’m JahzRhythm and till next time, Adios.

Authors:
Godswill Ezeonyeka
Imani Nnaemeka M.
Ugwu David C.
Hannah D’GInus
GodzNiel
ChyD

Hide and Seek

October 14, 2024Leave a comment

Bag chasing, don’t keep a girl waiting
Using a Pop star to measure my self-rating
Hardly a chance passed without my drool booking
Open the door for her scowl and gascooking
Servant Maker, Lady of King’s Landing
Calling me Dragon, while dragging me from Eden
Yeahh
When I turned to the guys,
Dey go cover my eyes
Where majority blind
He who sees isn’t wise
Racking karma at night
I would dawn on the heights.
Why should I sacrifice
When it’s comfort I like?
Come Saturday Nights
Side hustle of Life
Didn’t matter the fight
If I’m winning delight
Sing songs of might
Who knows when I die
Gimme wings to fly
Only know when I try
Only smile when I buy
Does it matter why?
Instant Motivation, climbing up congratulations
Uniform of the patient, Moses on the wrong mountain

Like saying know the love of God that is beyond knowing
Like work out your salvation but it’s not about works
Like claiming something is deep without understanding it
Like knowing God keeps things secret but not willing to play hide and seek

not willing to play hide and seek
not willing to play hide and seek
not willing to play hide and seek
With God

Nun of the above
Still replaces love,
I became foolish
dodging what they want
Skipping last minute
Praying while I work
Till the cloud shifted
Made the view worth
My spirit stay lifted
God is my mounting
Teaching me to war
Redefining Work
Isaiah fifty five
New joy in my life

not willing to play hide and seek
not willing to play hide and seek
not willing to play hide and seek
With God

Looking down now, I can see my own footsteps
Pieces of my heart, dinner dates with Miss Steps
Time is of the Lord,
God defines essence
Swallowing the Word
Na so I take get sense
Body count above
I pass over nonsense
Word-based love
I escape pretence
What is in the World?
Their stories don’t make sense.
Struggling to be
Only to regret
Saving up to live
Then spend it all on excess
Gun are the days
Of shooting up my exes
Father washed me clean
Gave me new habits

not willing to play hide and seek
not willing to play hide and seek
not willing to play hide and seek
With God

Ways of repentance

September 24, 2024Leave a comment

Hello again and welcome to freestyle Friday recap 🥳. Hope you are doing great, glad to have you here. This is JahzRhythm and I am very excited to take you through this awesome time we had on Friday the 19th of July, 2024.

Our phenomenal host GodzNiel inspiringly presented the Topic for the day to us: Ways of Repentance.
The floor was opened by the captain Godswill Ezeonyeka with this powerful piece:

The worst expression of humanity is fit-framed into a four-letter homonym honed from our deep-seated need to be like our God.

M ade from dust, yet we make ourselves into fickle feeble fallacies of strength. Assuming our minds into mines that craft our perception into a reality that we did not make, we deceive ourselves.

I nsorburdinate we stand in our fallen fate. We grasp at the nothingness that tricked us into ourselves. Our insufficiency stares back at us, declaring that we never had anything to claim for “mine”

N ever has a man found fulfilment fiddling with feigned mastery of the mystery of existence. Salvation implies we need help, and therein comes the Lord saling on the streams of mercy.

E very good and perfect gift comes from God. The first time we tried to claim ownership to something outside of God, we lost everything. It is here that I repent. Nothing is mine. Everything is the Lord’s.

Take a deep breath.. yeah, take it all in. So awesome. Then at dusk, just after he was sure we were done savouring this, the amazing GodzNiel blessed us with this outstanding piece:

Haba

Saved by Grace, not the one that has a surname
Sure odds, face what I’m saying to the one lame
Someone said I should counter with Mohammed
Dey your day, we go meet amidst the last day

Kolobi,
all the Spirit benefits
I’m a Sniper when I speak
Dem go doubt until e hit

Jalabi
Matthew seeks thirty-three
We’re permitting anything
But say Jesus and we leave
Doing shoprite with your sin
Have you tested, have you seen
Now I’m hunting on the fringe
Unbelievers only please

Me wey bin dey cast pass Cyril Stober
So low behind no Charles Okocha
More wild thoughts than Miss Rihanna
But I’m preaching these days and I sprinkle anger

Father Father Biko teach me character
Now that I’m a soldier, it is Sir yes Sir
Make e no be say I still dey form Jonah
Make I no go slumber when I see Esther

No no, me I no go gree
Wisdom is my cup of tea
No vex, Father told me since
Step One, get em saved indeed
Then it’s thick Obedi
Fast off enemies
Life wan taya me
From remembering
Remember me, Oh Oluwa mi
Ah, I handover my “ought”
You know me

A significant day we had with these remarkable pieces. I hope you were blessed reading this, I believe God has spoken to you through this. Do have a good day ahead. Till next time, Adios.

Authors
Godswill Ezeonyeka
GodzNiel