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

Template

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

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

The Master’s Plan

July 26, 2024July 26, 2024Leave a comment

I chose this place
Did I?
I have walked through paths that seemed right just like babies love to touch fire because it is bright
I have eaten seeds to be sown and formed walls in places deemed for bridges

I made mistakes too numerous to count with my eyes open
So, why the applause now my eyes are closed?
Now that I stretch my hands and I am led without objections
Now that I only do what I have been told
Now that my feelings die daily
Now that I am only pliable to Another’s choice

Why the applause for the place kept for me?
For the destination I did not pick?
For the tracks made ahead for me?

Why the applause for entering a door to external bliss?
A place of pure beauty, led by the hand of my Master?

Why the applause for a choice I couldn’t afford ?
For a place beyond my budget
For a place above my life’s grade
Tell me it is a surprise
Not that I chose this place.

Hannah DGinus
©2024

Forgive!

July 13, 2023July 17, 2023Leave a comment

Good day, friends,

Today, during our freestyle session, we fixed our gaze on
Forgiveness Benefits. Niel stirred the ship in the right direction with his words at about 9:09 AM. He wrote;

I forgive forgiveness
Left my cares on Jesus
Half a blunt discussion
I see no reduction

Enough eyes for the wrong head
Love max like the Lord said
That side that the Lord bled
Whose spear? We do not care
Monster, no be loch Ness
Get hurt and I get stressed
Choose light but I don’t drag
Love rice and I cook spag
I street light to the Most High
Most High!

Hot right? That’s the way we do things here and it was just getting better. Feast on the words Uba Isoje at about 9:42 AM.

Whose spear?
Definitely not Britney
My worship, beautiful symphony
My life, ain’t no phony
Whose Akon when you got the Holy Spirit
I ain’t lonely
Once life was Thor
I was Loki
A shadow of my identity
l just dey lowkey
Slowly, the word grew me
I live free, abba paid the fee
Remission to forgiveness
This Life now makes sense
Na why I dey follow gate
I no dey jump fence 路

Sleeky!!!! sleeky!!!!! Uba showed his prowess with the word play but Niel wasn’t done, read what he had to say to Uba;

I no dey jump first
Walk through the _waka’s_ circumference
I am a godly attendance
And I out-prance
The grudge nonsense
When I get bitter, I give space
Lord, when you talk am, the net flicks
Casting is wrong until God speaks
And I touch sticks with the future QuChi
God’s love is a call of duty

A blend of faith diced with features from the popular CODM, and no, he doesn’t play games, he’s into Anime. Niel’s word caught the attention of his friend, Mindsmith. This was what he had to say to him;

But this COD speaks heart shots
Burning like amazons kindle paper
Guided by abba, and if _uche bu akpa_ then sanctify this bag of thoughts.
Hurt and hurting but love be fronting
To err is human but bitterness? Never

I nor de jump fence, too heavy, na for this heart God love condense
Nwa the good shepherd, I sheep through life
So even with an abattoir before me, my ship too light
The ship na relationship with abba tor.

And the light? Na street light to the most high
Na Dutchman cos e too fly
Solar powered, my energy is from the son, so when I shine my light, forgiveness na the norm.

What do they say about friends that dine together? I will leave that for you to figure out. This was Niel’s reply;

Free kick, he kicked
I just frolicked
Hands on ploughs of Spirit profit
What is Whot when God has picked it?
Could have never gotten to the Niel on fleshy
Bless me with this
Love till it sticks

But peace
Be the reason that I get peace
Tell me tellings that will not cease
I been smiling in forgiveness
I am Jonah on a beach, please

I don’t know what Niel was on but it made him spit fire!!! I am sure that’s what caught Ebube’s eye.

I’m in great need of this love that forever speaks,

That through blood stooped low and carefully picked.

This love need to stick so when I’m painfully kicked,

I just stylishly move
back to gather strength not to punch back,

But to smile and embrace JOHN, forgive JOY, infact forgive both and move on with ceaseless joy.

Women and love sha! But it was a beautiful piece! Don’t you agree? Mindsmith dropped his verse at about 1:28 PM.

Harboured hate hovered holding hand-held half-hostilities, having heads heavily hanging without humour

While
Actively aborting all attempts at attaining anthropomorphism above angels, avoiding Godhood altogether

And
Tactically turning tails towards the truth to tell tales that tore trails towards false teachings

Till
Eventually evading every expressive embrace, ending exemption from enmity

Because
Divisive decisions delayed doings driving divine deals down drains dug from delusions

And
Inciting inimical decisions indicting even I

But…
Err, err, even enemies endeared, every effort expended towards forgiveness

Now
Decisions decided, delusions divided, dutifully delivered daily till *hate died*

Mindsmith’s mind webbed words together to create a masterpiece but the best way to sure end the freestyle is to have UC Truth drop heavy bars. Don’t stay caged by his art!

“I for give” nothing.
Not a regret I ever want to have because I plan to die empty.

Unlike the first time when I died from an excess of pride. Was so full of myself.
Brim spilling guts of a broken man, a broken boy, a boy so broke he couldn’t pay anything. or anyone.

Attention was too much of a price for a mind that always wondered about the roads to tomorrow. Will there be a path after the curves beyond what I can see? Will I ever buoy or am I doomed to perish at sea?
Will my eyes blink success with every closing lid?
I needed to figure tomorrow today when the worries of today already had me bloated, yet my tomorrow was figure eight. Lean cow that will never swallow nothing, even if a seer dreamed.

My hope was Shapeless and I knew it, like the earth before breath spoke to form it. Like jollof rice turned to vomit. Hollow me had nothing to give.

So “I for give” is not what I want to ever say. When a need is to be met by someone i want to be there.
For giving will never go out of fashion, as long as long as mended spirits sew.

A few seeds will leave us a forest. Lives will be blessed by the shades we’ll spread.

But we’ll never see the need to be giving, until we understand how much we were given, when we got forgiven.

And that’s it! I hope as much as you have enjoyed beautiful words crafted into masterpieces, you don’t ignore the message buried deep in each word. See you soon!

#FreestyleFriday, Forgiveness Benefits

Still Pray

January 26, 2023January 25, 2023Leave a comment

It’s freestyle Friday and you know how we like to serve you; Hot 🔥 and fresh from the oven!!!. My name is Adeleye Olaoye and I will be the one to run you through Today’s menu. Niel, at 9:41 a.m., came to announce what we would be dishing for the day; Still Pray. I wonder what was going through his mind but anyway, sit back and enjoy your meal as your eyes feast on our poems.

At 9:46 A.M., Zoe Ziva opened dey floor:

Dey pray
E go be like say sometimes e no dey work, but still, dey pray
E go even be like Daniel wey dem go gather for your matter dey talk, but still, dey pray
Sometimes it may feel that your prayers are even dragging you towards what you’re praying against, yet again, still pray.
For in the place of prayers we gain strength for the days ahead, so still dey pray
For na den we go receive grace take make things happen and strength to stop the wrong things from happening.
So I say again. Dey pray.

Hope you enjoyed the appetizer? At 9:48 A.M., Godswill Ezeonyeka wrote:

Pray still I pray thee
When thy lips part in supplication
Let thine heart not wavering remain still
Let Jesus call thy peace to attention
And thy prayers find joyful voyage to Father

At 9:56 A.M., Hannah wrote:

When the edge is broken
When there are stray bullets flying in the streets
To pray or not to pray will not be a dilemma
When you are swallowed up by a fish
When you know you’re the reason for the chaos
To pray or not to pray will not be in conflict
But all pray and no watch makes the purpose of the One who sent you frustrated
Yet, all watch and no pray makes you a vessel of no use!

Godswill Ezeonyeka wasn’t done! At 10:03 A.M., he wrote:

Hearken! I pray thee
To the prayers prayed before
Our fathers besought the Father’s very being
With open hearts they yearned for answers we now ignore
Ye! The poured out Spirit searcheth for praying sons

At 10:43 A.M., The Niel wrote :
Father take it from me
Any hanging ons
Gbadura Fun mi
Favors get returned
May acidic spirits get watered down
Man on Holy Ghost
Word Diet and nightgown
We still pray for things we should be praying at
Father said pursue from where you’re kneeling at
Na Spirit go back you, just raise the right mast
Our room is espo, We were an Atlas
I still pray like spiritual pillow talk
Given there are days when we do outburst
The power and eternity sit above the talk
The Lord and His Word are the very First

Felzpoecy, at 10:45 dropped his bars:
When life seats you down to have a meeting with love
And your body begins to feel man enough to own it
Remember
Nobody ever made the right handbook for loving
So when you fall in a kind of love that doesn’t keep you warm in winter
Teach yourself to stand up
Do not leave without burning the bridges
The heat would help you through your travel to a better place

At 10:55 A.M., Ubamara wrote:
Stand still my soul, I pray thee
And know that He is God
When my heart is overwhelmed within me
Still will I pray
More times than I care to count
Has the One who is Love come through for me
And when it seems like my okro doesn’t draw
Still will I pray to the One I’m drawn to

At 11:38 A.M., The Jemcy wrote this:
The rule is simple
Pray or Faint
But I plead with you to choose the former
Its easier than you all have made it
Its as simple as telling me everything
As you would a friend.
I’m tired of being your last option
And being called upon only when you’re in trouble
I want you to dial the line just to say hi
I want our communication to be a constant thing.
I’m not a deaf God my boy
I just want you to pray some more
Till prayer becomes your lifestyle
The solution is simple
When you’re weak, ask me for help to pray…
And by asking, you just started to pray!!!

At 11:45 A.M., Eremipaghmo Pearl rounded up when she wrote this:
Speak the infinite liturgical languages
Pray! It’s a familiar code
Series of requests
Thanksgivings
Intercessions
Let the silent voice cry out
Leave the answer to the one whose say counts
Pray, it’s a familiar code
People still seek a listening ear
Raging thoughts driving them mad
And before them is the familiar code
Yet they know it not
Stiffled faith is what desperation births
The labour is ominous
If we don’t know the code
Let it out
Let it out to the one whose say count
Pray still regardless of what language you know
Still pray when thoughts go wild.
Do both in the name of Jesus