Tag: Alive

Eyesalve

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Is it I, Lord
Am I the weak link or a sentry
on the wall heralding your entry
Demarcate me, Lord
from phonies who would dare to miss your call
This spear no go despair at all
Ctrl-X when I snatch a soul
Do it for the Kingdom, Do it for The Lord
He gave all it takes when He died on the cross
But don’t trust me, you can ask the Boss
Jesus is alive, that’s the King I trust
Moonwalk with a different Micheal, Jack
Son, step out the flesh when you start the attack
Airforce Amendments, the Amen they lack
Waiting on God ain’t no walk in the park
Working to pack
Souls and testimonies
I got Jesus, I can do this
So I close my eyes when I look to the sky
When you say, “Go.”
Lord, was it I?
Is it I, Lord?

Because it’s absurd that I would sell eternity
Am I so poor that I choose money over thee
You who gives breath
Can I so lose sight of thee?
Solomon said you should take it away
Some days I am feeling the same kinda way
For what does it profit a student to gain fame in his school and yet be expelled
I found cafeterias in things that you said
Grace is the way I am making my bed
Lord, is it I that you’ve chosen to send?

May it be, like an Enya song
Lord without you, I’m often wrong
Is it “aye” when you taste and see?
You are both strong and something sweet

Godzniel
©2026

Enough Said

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Long way from the first—uncomfortable tennis
Never duck a smash—millisecond prayers
Emotions are just weather—we have martyrical ancestors
Life tests us—but He gave us teachers and pastors
I learned to spot prophets and to recognize apostles
Long way from the first—now I can make salt too

The Bible is a multiyear calendar and love letter
I invite every eye to the pages of the One Pater
Racing verses to the future
Changing translations, I’m an every word eater
Jesus is The Lord—skip the other options
Scouring sermons and apocrypha for grace applications
The day the Lord has made? We rejoice in all our rations
Hyenas may abound, but The Lord sent enough Lions

I phoenix from the Word—my retaliation is evangelical
Sharper than surgical—redeeming this Chronicle
It’s funny though
Looking back I see the subtitles to some acts too
And my repentance cost God a lot, Boo
It’s why I’d rather die than renounce this gospel
What is man anyway?—except when that man is a son of God too

Professionally me—30+ years experience
Still a child of God—kukutata when I speak in tongues
Yeah I dodge stress—when I fight, it’s to stay rested
The Lord reigns—and this needs to be more celebrated
But for His mercy, who would not have wasted?
Seasons when I’m shaken, but then I am reminded
Jesus is alive, tomorrow will be bested

Jesus is alive, Tomorrow will be bested
Long way from the first—now I know to stay dead
Now I see the Lord—the most highly seated
Jesus is alive, Amen is enough said

Godzniel
©2026

Reserved

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Nowadays I ricochet at Jays and K before I take an L
I’ve been tricked into the rat race trying to spin a tale
And if I could only fail correctly then my role would sell
All the while, the indecisive boat half-rows with any current seen
Cloaked Fear, but rebranded as hunt for currency
God is set, go and tell them all to come and eat

Lines in the sand don’t decide where the wind blows
I met a woman with really painful elbows
It didn’t take me long to wish her much worse
And to realise that God is Lord of Luck and Laws

Find me promises to anticipate
Find me his moments and I am sated
Find me in his path, complaining that it isn’t going the way it’s going for those off the path
Find me jumping when God is faithful for the twenty thousandth time
And God is still surprising.

How is it that a future reserved for me?
Recreated my past, causing me to know before I knew?
To not be yet I was
To die while still alive
Yet, check and see that God is still reserved
Letting time play out our freedom versus his recurring announcement
God is asking…

Who…?

Godzniel
©2026

Fear of Freedom

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Free will can be God’s will

But Lucy in his craft has created customs and traditions that keep you caged

Maya knows why the caged bird sings

It sings of freedom that comes alive only in dreams

It sings of power and triumph over wickedness

Wickedness dressed in fear’s fashion label

The sophisticated fear of being seen or known

The colour blocking fear for tomorrow

The conventional fear of being disagreeable

Or just the casual fear of leaving your comfort zone

If only the caged bird could stop romanticising her cage long enough to pick the lock

Nobody wants to hear the shrill tune of deep sorrowful lyrics

Action speaks louder than songs

It will fall before it learns how to fly again

The free fall, an exercise of its free will because it knows God’s will

And even if it falls to the ground, the few seconds of living is better than an eternity of letting life pass by.

Live!

Nothing will happen

The worst that could happen is death

And to die is gain

ChyD
© 2026

Rainfall: Behind The Scenes

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Once, as a child, I peered through my window
I saw the Skies smile
And the Earth come alive
The Sky flashed her eyelids and lightening tore across the ends of the world
She breathed in, and the waves of the sea rose high into the air
She breathed out, and the wind blew across the lands
All across the North and down to the South
The wind blew like an harmattan.

She shone her eyes down the Earth
Fastening her gaze upon the hills
Then flashed her eyelids again and there were more lightening
Slicing through the darkness
And
Cutting through the trees
She sighed and the thunders gathered from within her
Sneezed and the thunders exploded out
Shaking the walls and causing my window frames to quiver
And my frail heart to
pound.

Then there was calm.

She whistled
And from her lips blew the wind
The calm wind with the still sounds
It was the making of rain

I took a peek behind the scenes
And I saw
That the Skies had unzipped
She was urinating upon the earth
It was calm, cool and soothing
The rain pouring down on us.

Steven Kator Iorfa
© 2020

I Can’t Breathe

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So, you give yourself a treat
Basking in the Euphoria
Of Pizza, ice cream and Shawarma
With your dry throat
Enjoying the constant flow
Of a very chill Pepsi
As soon as they announce
One day fasting and prayer
…..I can’t breathe

All night Long
You had a one night stand
Twerking, rolling and standing
On a long thing
But when it was time
To spend one night
With the King of kings
The Creator of all long
And short things
….I can’t breathe

During the Pandemic
You were the Minister of information
The broadcaster of all Confirmed
And Death cases
Now that God has kept you alive
To broadcast His Word
And Minister to his children
….I can’t Breathe

Yes!
You can’t breathe in
The polluted air of Immorality
And exhale the Purity of Divinity
You’ve given your body
All the attention
And sentenced your spirit
To life in detention
No matter the balanced diet you eat
Your Life is not balanced
If your spirit man is not gallant

Beyond the seen
There’s a life behind the scene
Beyond the full feeling
There’s an in-filling
Where drunkenness is normal
And Doggedness is not carnal
Here, there are no neutral grounds
If your feet are not standing on a secret
They will smoke you out like cigarettes
Living too casual
Makes you a casualty
Your Spirit Life Matters

Uwe Etim
© 2020

Gods’ Of Match

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We are a mix for many lands,
We are marching for very far;
In hearts, lips and hands
Our words are weapons of war
The light we walk in shines
Like sun, moon, and star.
Storm cannot shake nor stain
In forms that we are dreams retain;
The strength that makes us whole,
Is alive in us, our words fill every hole
Because the fire that moves is sovereign in our soul.
We are they that have to cope
With time till time retire;
Even though not are desire
For to us to live is Christ
And to die is gain.
We live in the world but heaven
We feed on tears and fire;
By inks, we give back our sheer desire.
We are gods of the match in this march
Generals of the church
This month no souls ever preyed upon
Our inks shall wander cold.

Davidgospel
© 2020