#creepy-crawlies – Christ a poet

Hello, My name is Niel and these are the ChristaPoet Freestyle Sessions. This year, ChristaPoet wants to give you a special perspective to our freestyles. At first, some of these poems were published as stand-alone pieces. But in actuality, each poem is an untitled part of a freestyle session. Each freestyle session is given a topic for the poems to address.

Today, the topic should be “Bearish moments with God”. This article is dedicated to the times when I would put out a topic and no one, sometimes including myself would write on it. I would normally feel kinda bad.

For example, July 16th, 2021, at 10:58 AM; I declared the topic “Responsibility”

And at 11:11 am, I wrote:

Woke from my slumber, no it wasn’t a party

Woke since this ember, so twas the Father that lit me
Wow, call the members of the Body he bears with
What could be the purpose of a purr posing at me

Like iz me that should walk
On the waters of course
I resay what he says
Make the best of the worst

Res…ornate with the truth
His conduct will result
Make disciples and be
Work my spiritual glutes

But no one wrote back.

It was just that kinda day.

On the 6th of August, this happened again. Topic was “Relationship”, yet no one…

The next day, 7th of August, I wrote at 5:07pm

Fire in my eyes, Water on lips
I get low on highs, But I let The Lord eclipse
And I’ve learned not to bless in human cursive
What’s related to success’s successes is relative

New singles cooking, tell the Nerd to turn it all up
I would get conceited but I pray too much to mess up
Feeling like Paul except hebrews more disciples than me
God got babies I’m a nanny and the job is paying
Z why I’m peeps all over Lagos if they’re saved
Fire in a rain storm
Burning all your doubts
Argument and miracles, pick your court
But we don’t play, we make sure while they make mouth

What’s the line between dinner and a dead man
The hope that won time by creating it
Call the one name won names in him
Saturated God-ness The Reason and the Risen

But it wasn’t until the following day, 8th of August that Godswill and Zoe Ziva.

4:08 PM, Godswill wrote:

I have seen God work words into wielding swords
How he bends thoughts to elemental awe
Creator Original causing courses that confounds clarity

I am witness to million miracles happening within seconds
Mighty demonstrations of power hidden from human vision
I am one of 7 billion distinct wonders
Travelling on an inexplicably perfect positioned planet

Forget it joor
God is awemany

And he did not stop:

Love toh sure
You can always bank on it
Perfect, present, pleasing, personal and poise
Love that exists to ensure eternal exemption from wrath
Giving, glorious, graceful and gracious
Love that loves us into loving
Tender, thorough, true and trustworthy

Chayeee

I joined in at 4:43 PM:

Testy testimonials testifying to tasting fire
Tess or Tracy, the test is changing text to power
Trace back to the prophets and testimonies older
I’ve been with the bandwidth of routers that avoided God
Still he found ignoring hypocrisy absurd
The soldiers want a soldier made out of the broken hearted
But my God is still turning dead shit into Harpic

At 6:21 PM, Godswill took back the microphone:

Prince of Peace that passes all understanding
Cos we shouldn’t be in the valley smiling but check who’s riding with us
I’ve got Shepherd vibes all around me, my victory is unforced
God is creator and life to me
Sustainer and I rely on him
Father and guide to him
Lover so reckless, he died for me

And he went on: What a saviour
Seizing sons off Satan’s sinful sizzle
What a judge
Justly he justifies us as just men through Jesus
What a daddy
Daily dishing doses of divinity to delivered deviants
What a God

At 7:14 PM, the Abuja princess Zoe Ziva jumped into the fray:

The One whose throne has emerald circled, whose throne can never be overthrown

Whose voice makes the thunder shiver, clapping in awe and awesome wonder

The one whose whisper is as soft petals kissing the layers of my skin, still His voice is like music harmonizing – a beautiful symphony.

The one whose love makes life take a seat, a sheet and pen, jotting down in tears.

The One so patient, loving, gracious and kind still regardless of His many possible options, He chose my heart for His chair

And finally, at 7:22 PM, behold Eremi:

God doesn’t hide behind emojis
Sending a ‘lol’ when you do something funny? When he laughs, distance doesn’t fade the echoes it leaves on your soul

He doesn’t send you a grinning emoji to tell you He’s pleased, Your whole being feels it.

He doesn’t send you a ‘happy sweat’ when there’s a close call. For He’d gone way ahead of the situation to drop the alarm, sending angels in place to make further restrain, and even amidst man’s stubbornness, he still stretches out to deliver

Ain’t no need to send you ‘hearts’ or a smiley face with hearts when your heart already feels his syncing

When you desire comfort a black heart isn’t what he sends, He speaks in you with a voice peaceful amidst raging thoughts. Even an emoji hug can’t give a little spark of such peace and when he hugs you, the warmth chases the cold of loss

He takes no chance at leaving distance to distort His Care-message

His every emotion sends frequencies audible enough for even the hair on your skin to pick

God doesn’t hide behind emojis
He tells you to your face that He loves you
What’s the worst you can do?
No? He receives your ‘No’ with ‘I will never leave you nor forsake you’

And if he ever had an emoji, it would be all the works of his hands, upon which he poured his essence. So if you ever feel distant from Him, look around you…let the wind remind you of words and when you hear his voice in the roaring of the waves, see his light in the bright rays of the sun. Believe his words when he says He’s all around you and within you.

There will be days in your life when…you want to just shut down either because of negative feedback.

Speak the Word!
Not the situation.

Authors:
The Niel Quchi
Godswill Ezeonyeka
Eremi
Zoe Ziva

To the one
Who was still forgiving sins
While hooked on the cross
By the nails of those whose eyes were veiled
Too blinded by their deeds
They could not see the grief
For the fulfillment of what’s to be
He said nothing against them
And for their salvation
He pleaded
‘Father Forgive them
They do not know what they do’~
Love’s perfect excuse

To the one whose death
Not only caused an earthquake
But struck death with a deathblow
Cracking the graves open
So life floods the veins of the dead
And breath, their nostrils
If only death knew
There’d be a prison break
He’d have opposed the crucifixion
But how would they know
They were blinded by their deeds
They could not see the grief

To the one whom hell couldn’t hold
Because he was too hot for the heat
Too strong to be pull down
For 3 days Hell saw Hell in Hell
Its principals displayed in shame
The Lord of the Worlds
Went to the lows with His judgement
To take back
What man lost
And to give ’em a taste
Of what His offsprings will do

To the resurrected one
who has reconciled humanity and divinity
Our eternal link to eternity
And our surety for divine royalty
Our High Priest
The one
Whose coming brought hope
Whose death brought redemption
Whose resurrection brought victory
Whose ascension brought the Holy Ghost
And when He comes again
It will be to take His own

To our resurrected King and Priest
The effulgence of God the Father
One with the Holy Spirit
To Jesus our Lord
Be the glory forever. Amen

That was a long poem. It feels like when you go to visit a rich or older person and You are planning to stay for a little while but the truth is that they determine how long you will actually stay. So you sit and enjoy their luxurious habitat. The piece also felt like a prayer. Next up, at 11:56am, Godswill must have lifted his head and saw the time and decided to jump in:

It is weird that bad can really mean good in this world
But we are shocked when power adorns humble clothes
In a generation hell bent on self gratification
It comes as heresy to think that self sacrificing is key to satisfaction

Enter Easter

The makers melodramatic response to man’s malady
Helpless, lifeless body of a condemned man on a cross
The picture of a sovereign God-king winning wars unknown
Victory did not look like they expected but he was never working with their standards

And that is Godswill for you. He likes to be thoughtful. He is Christapoet’s founder and a great friend of mine. Speaking of me, I wrote next, mixing English with a bit of pidgin English. “nielquchi” at 12:09:

Been a while since I freestyle wrote
Inspiration never left me though
People always want a new dish
Yet their hunger never changes

Been at home trying to plan ahead
I speak life in my charger head
And my plugs let me owe or buy ahead
I think Grace has gotten to my head

And Shalom told me ’bout a waist problem
I showed her power wey dey waste problem
Issues up, I speak a way through them
Blessings rush ya, no be Putin

Ok, so I can be very… starry eyed, when I write. I just let go and let the words flow, even when I am given a topic. But no need to be defensive. Next up at 12:44pm, was Godswill again. This time, he wrote using my style. That conversational tone…check it out:

Daniel made me think of authority
Told my mind there is a place to reach with my dexterity
Yet I am reminded that freestyles are fun when I read Daniel’s piece

Here is to the skilled master hand
We write to preach, inform and understand
That’s like a swordsman is with his blade
We freely wield words with authority no one gave

So much fun!! And that’s that freestyle spirit. When you are so practiced with a skill that you can play with it. Well, I didn’t see his spurt till much later in the day. And when I did, I wondered why no one had replied. I wrote next, at 4:21pm:

Calm down
We are soldiers. Soldiers, calm yourselves and read the battle.
The world is so designed to take your guns and kill your mettle
To freeze your fingers, make you deaf to simple calls of duty
And I’m no captain but I took the oath and know the beauty

What’s a devil to a son,
Or an ailment to a shot of Holy Ghost power screaming “You are Healed”? Oh Lord!
What’s a heart before the Word, or snakes and scorpions creepy-crawlies sneaking through my affairs? Oh Lord!

Calm down
We are monsters; Morning Stars risen from a night of lifetimes…
The times and trends may shuffle but My King never lies.
Yes I bathe in glory and I count my points in won souls
When they saw my dreads in heaven, Jesus said, “I told you!”

What’s power to the Abba, or tycoon to a typhoon?
Jonah told me when you’re drowning, even fish are friends too
What’s depression or despair to the Spirit-led
We are pencils in his hand, mine is spirit lead

I almost want to take screenshots of the group’s reactions to some of these pieces, but I will leave it to you to show us how pleased you are. Kindly leave us a comment and like and share also, so that your people can be blessed in enjoying Christapoet freestyles.

I believe that if you had read any of these poems on their own, you would get a part of the picture. Now you see them together, I think it’s a more wholesome picture. Tell us what you think, and see you next time.

Authors:
Eremi
Ezeonyeka Godswill
Neil Quchi

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