Tag: Blood

Pivot Station

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God to the Man
Holy the hands
Heavenly broadcast
Bless the expanse
Son
Help souls flee the entrap
Meant for the more than a lap

Chains hit the ground—God’s love was the plan
and
God’s is the order and height
Inbuilt grace seasons the sub
stance
Will of the father
Be Saved or deleted and stolen from time and chance
Seas
Swim to the name and chant
Eat
Break ye the bread and pass
Eat
Drink ye the blood and bathe
Eat
Say to the mountain
Bless me

God to the man
All for the land—ugh!
Freaky escapes
Such high stakes—ugh!
God is too good
And there’s much more to be understood
Creation awaits and eternity is unto the fabric of food
True food made of the Word of God
Now Hiring
Now Hiring
We’re seeking Sons of God
Someone to take

God to the man
God to the land
God to the couch and God to the TV
God to the start of every man’s story
God to the air and God to the busy—easy, if a man hasn’t clung to money
God to the clung and to the ones set-free
God to the life and death of things
God to the man and to the scenes

God to the man
Do you read me?
God to the man
Do you read me?

Godzniel
©2026

Son God

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Blood
The sea of molten mortality rivers it’s way through thousands of arteries
And not in vain…
Although, the resulting could still be an exercise in vanity.
Come with me.
To the records of slain fathers
—Sullied and grown mothers
Without which
The next generation would be a lil low on the first stitch
Long before Nine
Think Abel
Increasing the right volume
We need God’s labels
To open the right bottle

Bone of my Bones
The hard part isn’t amputation but definition
—doctored derision
Because it was when I stopped asking about Rahab
And started asking folks about Eve—then I discovered
You spent three nights in another Adam’s Eden.
The joke’s dry now but it swam with the seamen
I clock way different from when I trusted feelings
Deductions only add up when divide God’s stories
No flaws on this
He is how we win though
Stay with me—

Muscles are for shrugs
To squeeze in extra goodwill amidst a hug
With only one strategy —spin the block
Because strength is not what wins battles
Strategy, time and chance still argue
Yet if a man can pray
God is not deaf, or indifferent
Think with me

Skin and flesh
Gram of meat
Inflated instances of sentient parchment
Animated beyond the animalistic
Forgetful of every moment before we first recognize our names
Breathe with me

In time,
We are introduced to Life
To taste it and handle it
To speak it and be led by it
In time, every heart can read the plan
And by an offer to upgrade to premium
The mortal mist becomes a dead man
He must return to draw first blood
if he will become a son of God.

Dialysis in the Spirit
And then one by one
Miracle by miracle
A son is given

A child is born

Godzniel
©2026

The issue of blood

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Nobody can convince me otherwise,
I know what it feels like to be made hole.

Ravaged me from the inside out,
Endless days smeared into unending nights,
Time past, time in the future, all meant nothing.
I only knew of the present,
And that gift was consistently leaking.

I was broken cistern.
But blood and not water poured.

So I know exactly what it feels like to be made whole.

Potter’s will.
That all men be saved and come to the knowledge of He who hangs planets on nothing.
Who hanged on wood for nothing,
Not Glory, not a fee, not to make little toys on a playset of he.

For nothing, but me.
But you.

For when He saw me sprawled like filthy linen on dirty floor.
Shaky hands trampled upon by eager legs.
Reaching, stretching, trying to be good enough.

Trying to meet the mark. Perfection seemed always just.
Within rich but condemned to be poor
Maybe I’ll one day become. Servant.
Looked upon.
Fed by those almighty crumbs.
That was when this son of a gun shut me up, and said I was good enough.

He saw me and then He bled.
Tasting death in my stead.
It was then I realized that He never even saw me
But He looked upon Himself instead.
For all He did was become me,
Sickly held in place by nails.
Dangling lifeless. Dangling.

Lifeless.
Heaving my last breath.
He reached for me.

One sacrifice that thickened the plot.

For when the hem of His garment felt for my hands,
It ceased.

Goats, rams, doves, pigeons.
And every other issue of blood.

ucTRUTH
©2026

Proof

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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

Righteousness

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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

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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

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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


IT IS NO LONGER I…BUT CHRIST

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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