Your mercy still stand even when life shake me like generator wey no get fuel and when storm raise voice like market women, Your peace calm am, even JBL speakers no loud reach this truth.
I don waka inside fire, yet Your grace na the forth man for that furnace. Blessings wey full my hand, na only your fingerprint fit produce am.
My past be wan dey try drag me back like conductor wey no get change, but the cross sharpaly calm am down.
As your nails write my freedom na so your blood sign am like court truth. For heaven courtroom, Jesus stand gidigba which living proof reach that one Abeg
Him love no dey reduce; na so every trial dey shrink like cloth wey see hot water. Even when darkness wan argue, Your light flash am like police for check point, proof wey no dey whine.
When fear dey whisper like thief for backyard, Your Word shout “who goes you!” back.
I dey wake every day because Your covenant cover me like aluminium zinc for rainy roof. And my life? The testimony loud gan, na megaphone wey go always shout: God’s love go always be the final proof.
UbdaPoet
©2025
Tag: Blood
Righteousness
Company man, my company’s manned by God
Heavenly HMO, I’m chewing his curd
Doing the Word,
He washed off my stains with his blood
I still pray my lust would just get lost
And I forget the things that he carved off
I just trust and lay hands with my hands off
Life is like a big book, everybody’s breathing ink
And we sign with things we do, say and think
And the righteous smile at the last blink
That’s a benefit of being in divine sync
Bibles are selfies of God with his Aloba
—throwback
Christ is still the capital and turnover
All over the world, bent knees still pullover
And I’m never switching off my inner light
Mark 4 velocity—shows you how a winner fights
John 3 & 5, one meeting healing many nights
Bread of Life,
Lord, let me get another tera bite
Righteous? Yes
— that is Christ’s success
I confess,
We are the truly blessed
Wherever we’re sent, they are blessed to receive
Oh, if they only believe
Godzniel
© 2025
Mustard Burial
God’s man ultra—Faith staying mustered
Happy ever mountain, started out mustard
Blood flow thicker than a bucket of custard
Not once a month but all the months
With just a touch
—the tale of man is turned
Into a testimony
Resting on the—
Words of Yahweh on me.
Working out delight with trembling,
Shaking out the doubt and trusting Him.
I—
Am more surrendered
And flesh gets murdered
I saw that sample in the Son of Man
—saw that apple but I dodged her hand
Some trust apps but I trust the lamb
We die so that we can live on brand
Godzniel
© 2025
God my teacher
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
IT IS NO LONGER I…BUT CHRIST
Even though I was relegated
A high transfer fee was paid
To bring me into this new club
Christ celestial club
THE KINGDOM OF GOD.
A new heart and new spirit is given me
I love this Jersey, I love it here
The seasons are blissful forever.
Thank God it is no longer I
But Christ who purchased me.
Ugwu David C
©2023
GOD IS SATISFIED ( Watchman Nee ‘The Normal Christian Life’ )
What do you know about eternal glory,
Immortal celestial glory?
Have you been to heavenly Jerusalem?
Have you read of the MOST HOLY PLACE?
Have you heard of the everlasting God?
Do you know the Holy High Priest?
His blood is enough for the family reunion.
In Christ our firstborn and lord,
Eternity, heaven and earth are but specks.
Ugwu David C
©2023
Gethsemane
The garden reminds me of him
Bowed down, he bore weights too heavy before they ever landed. My Lord knew the battle was fierce to fight and he would not let me suffer. No, he would do the fighting. If this price had to be paid, then he would do the paying.
The garden reminds me of him
The Lord of glory had need for help. Every minute brought him closer and every gesture was a prayer. He that was everyone’s everything had no one’s nothing to journey with him. Alone he must go. A lone seed to be sown.
The garden reminds me of him
Before the curtain fell on sin’s final payment. Before ever a drop of blood hit the floor. Before stripes parted his skin and men killed the one that healed them. The garden bore witness to my Lord’s humanity. The garden bore witness to this man’s divinity.
The garden reminds me of him
Ezeonyeka Godswill
(C) 2022
Redemption Memo
It began like this…
Clad in purple and linen, cat-walking with stiletto strapped feet,
I miss my steps
Fall into a gully of mud
Stumble into the midst of men mouthing profanity
Stench ooze from me like box of putrid egg
I become crafter of maleficence, of deeds done in darkness
Yet, I am of tender days than to perpetuate impurity
You, of purer eyes than to behold iniquity.
Lord, seems mother said you do not appose your eyelids like the sons of men?
But why are these befalling me
Or why should I be falling?
Like Martha, this is how I feel:
Lord if you had been here, my soul would not have been ensnared in the tempter’s trap
Now I come with a bunch of sins, my back bent into a hunch
Have mercy on me, Lord, have mercy and vanquish this vile!
Let these things cease, like when you stilled the storm
Will you discard the memento of your purchase?
The one you stamped by your blood on the tree, like Rahab’s scarlet cord hung over the window in Canaan?
Up till now, the spies are over the gate of my soul, watching, waiting to devour & divide me as a spoil—this moribund mortal
But the redemption of my soul is costly,
And in it, you promised sin shall not have dominion over me
This is why tonight, I recite to you the memorandum of my redemption
I hope you heed my cry and help me.
Ayooluwa Olasupo Ìmísí
©2021
