Fluttering wings when I ratatatata
Holy Ammo and a spoken Katana
Shuriken made of rhema and light
Regen made of life more abundant

Hey IK,
We used to run to altars to alter the courses of curses we nursed
But now we are vendors of miracles, growing and growing others
Faith reimbursed,
Charge it to my Christ card
We conquered in him
We tell it in hymns
And in our seconds and how we second him like second to none

When have we won?
When we have obeyed the word
The burden is light and he made us lamps
I’m writing God poems until I’m a Gramps
It’s funny how people still gather in camps
With O² in lungs and time on their hands
To set up a tower and push evil back
All without getting God’s nod to attack
Fluttering wings when I ratatatata
Holy Ammo and a spoken Katana
Shuriken rain made of rhema and light
Resurrection at the sound of life more abundant

Abundant

Stop in the street just to whisper I love you
Secret messages and missions we do
Trek small then we take a canoe
Silence since you might say some more
Soaked in your discernment, I’m still
Savor each spot I was destined to heal
Surrealest of trips and the stories are real
Serving The Lord is the better deal
Serving The Lord is always the better deal

Godzniel
©2026