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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

Fisher of men

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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🥂.


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GodzNiel
Ini Brown

God Diet

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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