SUFFICIENT GRACE

“But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.”
2 Corinthians 12:9

’Tis a sound that charms the ear,
Gentle, steadfast, clear;
Heaven’s halls resound the strain,
And all the earth draws near.

All-sufficient in our need,
When strength has gone away;
Christ’s own power meets the soul,
And turns the night to day.

Weakness lays the heart bare,
Yet mercy fills the space;
The Lamb sustains the trembling step,
And clothes the soul with grace.

’Twas grace that bore the weary load,
When burdens pressed too hard;
’Twas grace that held the fainting heart,
And raised the fallen guard.

Our hands may falter, feet may fail,
Our vision dimmed with tears;
Yet in our weakness, He is strong,
Dispelling doubts and fears.

Each trial shall find its crown,
Each sorrow meet its end;
The power that lifts the fainting soul
Shall never cease to mend.

O Holy Spirit, teach the heart to rest
In strength beyond our own;
May every day proclaim Thy power,
Thy sufficiency made known.

Tolu The Alchemist
© 2025

LIGHT IN DARKNESS

While the world chased shadows and ordinary moments, something extraordinary was brewing in the heart of Penspeak Community Unizik.
On the 20th of March, 2025, we gathered again—not for noise, not for trend—but for truth. Hosted by the ever-vibrant GodzNiel, the atmosphere hummed with quiet expectation.

And just as the sun crept gently across the sky, Mc Wisdom stepped forward. Words found their rhythm, and voices turned into vessels. The floor opened, and what followed was more than just poetry—it was revelation.

CULTURE
This is a culture
Where compassion meets conviction,
A culture that values the least, the last, the lost
Where the humble are lifted, and the proud are pay the cost

A culture of forgiveness, where mercy reigns
Where grace is the currency, and love is the aim
A culture that seeks to serve, to give and to bless
Where the great commandment is lived in the lives of the masses

A culture that welcomes the stranger,
A culture that never lacks provisions nor provider

This is the culture of Christ,
A culture shown through it act
Where love is the foundation,
And faith is rooted in hearts

A culture that transforms,
That renews and makes new
A culture that reflects the beauty,
Of a love that’s true
But he didn’t stop there, for there was dessert…

ASK

“Ask, and it shall be given unto you
A promise from the Father, a truth that’s true
In the book of Matthew,thats Jesus spoken words
An invitation to seek, to knock, and to be heard

Ask, and you shall receive
But do you believe?
Do you trust in the goodness of God’s heart?
Do you believe that He’s willing move the heavens and the earth!, to act?

In the Psalms, David asks for guidance and light
He asks for protection, for mercy, and for might
He asks, and God answers, in the most unexpected ways
A reminder that he knows the plan he has for you that of good and not of evil,

So, just Ask! and you shall receive
But what are you asking for?
Are you asking for wealth, for fame, for power?
Or are you asking for wisdom, for love, for an hour?

In James, it’s written, ‘You have not, because you ask not’
What is Manna that he cannot give to you,but just come,
But ASK, SEEK,  KNOCK, REACH AND CLIMB.

He has made provision according to his riches in glory so just …
ASK! …, and watch as God pause the heavens and the earth.
And he summon FAVOR to come to you from everything that has breath.
So,Ask!
and you shall receive, that’s not just a spoken word to you
But a promise from the Father,who is fair and true.”
Just hold on to faith,no fear, 
and believe that he hears!

And while we were still in awe of the delicacy he dropped before us, Deelight waltzed through the door, wielding her pen like a sword, ready to butcher our thoughts…

A PRAYER IN THE STORM…

In the rain that soaks through my skin
Bound by thunders that shake my fragile heart
Teach me to number my days…
Teach me to be ignorant to the complacent ways.

School me properly in your faith-like expertise.
School me to discern between your rebuke and a tease.
Illuminate my parietal and occipital lobes
To creatively craft out not just what is but is to come
Illuminate this momental sea fitted with blue strobes.

Teach that I don’t rise after the storm but in the storm
Oh refiner, purify my originality…no be to dey form.
Sharpen my will like a blade forged in the furnaces of adversity
Instruct me on the steps to take to glorify my very own deity…

Numb the norms in my storm till the waves conform
Their tweet storm of opinions will quickly escalate into a firestorm of controversy, eventually leading to a hailstorm of backlash from the public.
For what is dead may never die…
It is only transformed to conform to the image of that which was beheld.

This is my prayer..

Our hearts bare, our souls in need of repair, maybe next month we’d find the solace we need, in words coated in sugar and honey and pressed firmly against our lips…

Authors;
Mc Wisdom 
Deelight

CHRIST FIRST!

Don’t say “Yes Lord”
When your actions say “No”
Don’t live to please the flesh
Above the ONE who says “me first!”

Go to the scriptures and learn from King Saul
A man anointed by God but lived to please his subjects first

God was put in second place
For he chose to please his people above His God

He lost not only his crown but also his throne
His honour and his life all gone in a flash

For Jesus said “No man can serve two masters
He will love one and hate the other
Therefore let no one or thing compete with God
Or take His place in our hearts
Turn it to prayer right now

  • Olufunke Ajegbomogun
    © 2025

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

Be Still My Soul

Be still my soul
The Lord is in control

Be still my soul
There is more than you know

Be still my soul
The troubles are but smoke

Be still my soul
Christ is your assured hope

Be still my soul
You will be made whole

Be still my soul
See what the Lord has done

Ezeonyeka Godswill
© 2025

Agent

A thousand above me, I’m Joe in a cell
The devil approached me I just wouldn’t sell
I pray that my ex meets Christ at a well
The mercy we sit in, the story we tell
Revival is fire, too holy to quell
I come in a name too holy to spell
They would have used it in movies
They would have finished the groupies
But he who Son frees is a John Wick
And the reason he’s lit is the Spirit,
not the flesh, no the flesh doesn’t profit
But the Spirit is drawing and gifting,
Pastors teachers evangelists prophets.
And the kings of the earth heat a furnace,
But ‘Emmanuel’ isn’t a guy-name
We look human but we’re not the same race
We are victors already in life’s game

Pardon me and all the MC energy
Souls I was sent to are God’s irreplaceably
Not by my specialty but he who lives in me
Everything’s judged by the use they’re bequeathing
I’m born of salvation, an agent of heaven
I doubly owe Jesus, he paid for my saving
I double on serving, I’m dodging the leaven
Our heritage has been edited,
My backup’s angelic, there’s God in my blood
I’m armed to the spirit, my drip is absurd,
Its more than expensive, it’s “Armour of God”

I know

On the surface, I coast like a dolphin
I’m feeling like Thorfinn
Battle scars strike a pose with my farmthings
But I’m focused on holy harvesting
What can be done to one who’s dead already?
Yeah I sit crowned but my head isn’t heavy
He Reigns

Once upon an oops, I was itching on the tripod
Dragon in His shell, wondering what he would hatch for
Many orbits later, I’m assured of what to light for
Life Force,
Everything for The Risen that I write for

  • Godzniel
    (c) 2025

To an Unknown God

Sometimes Church feels like Athens
Worship-wielding wanderers wondering

To whom do we gather in obedience?
Men masking maladies making monuments?

Our fellowship should be love in experience
For Father’s foundations form family finesse

So from what root then comes our difference?
Banal boastings blurring basic believing

To a known God shall be the gathering of brethren
Rightly revealing restful reverent righteousness

In knowing God the Church must find her essence
Honing humans hosting heaven – holy harness

  • Ezeonyeka Godswill
    (c) 2025

Communion

When we seek Him…longing for him
As a man longs for his lost love…
Gazing at Him as a maid looks to her master…
Waiting on Him as
A waiter waits on a guest
We will find that
He has always be there
He has always been near
waiting…
For communion.

  • Olufunke Ajegbomogun
    (c) 2025