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THE RACE I RUN AND SPECIAL DAYS

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Hello my wonderful people! I hope your day is shaping up wonderfully. It’s another good day to take a look at these amazing creative pieces from Freestyle Friday.

Topic: THE RACE I RUN AND SPECIAL DAYS
DATE: 8TH NOVEMBER, 2024
HOST: GODZNIEL

Godswill Ezeonyeka set the tone perfectly with this amazing piece:
I’ve been running, but my feet are still
I’ve been speaking with my lips sealed
My sword is drawn in spite of seeming peace
My face is set like flint to a win many don’t see

Keeping the pace with another piece from Godswill Ezeonyeka

Blue is a fascinating colour
It holds sky and sea in concert
It is canvas on which God paints
Light and life talk in blue
A symphony of possibility
Since that first “let there be”

Then this exceptional piece was delivered by King Uwe :
THE RACE I RUN

I fought so hard for the Ace
Joggling from one text to the next
While men slept,
I burned the midnight candle
Until I became a Zhombie
Always looking for one question paper to murder.

To be a man of class
You’ve got to be in class
So my classroom became my bedroom
And the only room I left for God’s word
Was a frozen Bible in a Coldroom

On that faithful day
I had set my feet on the marks
And my face fixed on the goal
Waiting for the gun shot
That will fire me to the heights of greatness

Just when I was ready to go
A stray bullet hit me to the ground
In anguish, I watched my Victory
Physically assaulted by misery

Battered, scattered and shattered, my ego was bruised
My pride bow, in total surrender to the word of God
The race is not for the swift
Nor the battle for the Strong

My odds would have been much better
But for the Race I run🏃🏾‍♂️🏃🏾‍♂️

Freestyle Friday concluded beautifully with this incredible work from GodzNiel:
The race I run is not for corn
Not a con
I shine and sometimes I burn
For the one
The Lord who is height and dawn
Light and fun
His victory it is I won, now it’s my turn
To sacrifice a ton
Because

No weightier matter besides Him
My hours combined are one Hymn
New Peters daily deny him
God is my witness, I warned them

Clay

Waiting for a sign or special day
No be say
It is ordinary to be here today
Just dey play

Even though I may sin
His blood is my rebuff, like tonic and gin
Predestination tarries cause I’m being readied
But lightening will be shocked at the way it was carried

Out
My God be the reason I dey make
Mouth
I’m going nuts cause when plans go
South
I can always trust it will work
Out
Romans Eight Twenty Eight, so I stand
Stout

This race I run is from a picture
Small thing, I for dey call am virtual
‘Cause I run from a seated position
In Christ, in faith is how I function

I will not win, sorry, I have won
They have answers but me I have one

Í maa na Chibuikem

It’s been a powerful and impactful time. Thank you for sharing it with me. Until then, stay wonderful 🥂.

Authors
Godswill Ezeonyeka
King Uwe
GodzNiel

Forty Days Famished

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Hello again! I trust your day has been wonderful. I believe it’s a good day to read through these powerful creative pieces from a freestyle Friday.
Topic: FORTY DAYS FAMISHED
DATE: 20TH SEPTEMBER, 2024
HOST: GODZNIEL

We commenced gracefully with this piece from GodzNiel:
I have to be an example
All of my days, the chances were ample
Scrape underneath when the company is supple
Tumble at dawn, very regretful

I have to be an example
So I set my feet on his throttle
Set my ink on his blog, will
God be what I adore, will
I be wasted and sore, living in double
Praying for double

I have to be an example
Effective though these exams pull
My focus off being humble
Obedience is how I should crumble
Crumbs
Bullied their ways into how I fed
I shall not lack though I have no bread
Pouting at what Holy Father said
No divination, Mash Burnedead
The Lord said His grace is sufficient
Then sent my eyes to Ephesians
Lord please don’t let my enemies chuckle
He answered, was Jesus not humbled?
Spat at and nailed to a cross of course
Just so he’d make you too blessed to curse
If you will be an example, these forty days might just have to double

GodzNiel continued…
Pulled into the world of my spirit
My eyes adjust to God’s verses and God wit
The Word made flesh declares my flesh buried
I rose with him like a Garri baptism
Holy Nepotism,
miss me with the second death
Being born of God is when you take your first breath
Being a martyr is all that matters, I don’t choose the color
Emmanuel forever, To him be all the power!

Ten days times four, I’ll serve him every hour
Let God be true and all men be liar
I get fattened from the whispers in my Spirit
And for tea days, Christ is bread and yeah I deep it

Then the captain Godswill Ezeonyeka came in with this piece:
If fully fed female found forbidden fruit fit for fantasy fiddling
Then fasting fights from flaws for fallen fickle feinds fostering faith.

Tongue twisting and soul blessing yeah?

Then from the genius Hannah D’Ginus:
It takes forty days to lose
To lose fat
To lose cravings
To lose addictions
To lose appetite of all kinds
To lose the desire
Desire for fame
For muscle power
For talking gibberish
To discerning spirits
Knowing who spoke
Knowing what’s outdated and what’s updated
Knowing who to listen to and who to avoid
Knowing the better of two goods
The lesser evils…

GodzNiel came in again with this:
Applause for the pause of a son
Off of the world and it’s woes, I was sawn
Race to the heavenlies, Nike’s getting worn
When it’s by grace that this race can be won

One to the throne, on his way to be Cyrus
Two locked in frolicking, sore-licked in desires
Three days later, the stone rolled aside
Four times ten are the days I fought pride
Five kings defeated by Four in a fight
Seek first the kingdom and light up the night
Seven times seven times plus one to jive
We ate in the jubilee
Benign thoughts tryna bend reality
Ten over ten only tends from the Lord
Count on the Lord, or zero on the Sword

Then Godswill Ezeonyeka:
Stoney bread served on a platter
Falling man with angel insurance
Earth’s kingdoms for the worshipper
All na wash when Jesus dey the matter

And we concluded the freestyle Friday with this one by GodzNiel :
I think I got more cocky
The hard things started easing me forward
I think I got less hungry
I now know that the manna is plenty
I think I lost my insecurity
Persecutions after, what is attack to me
Lock me away in the wilderness
God’s loving tenderness is still the edge of zestiness

I am a voice in the wilderness
Echoing worship in silence
Now I can blitz through words like type writer; I’m the type to write faster
Fasting in slow-mo, my faith is belligerent
I am no Xman, I am just excellent
Not in my slash or it’s quality
But in the obedience to who sent me

Lock me away in the palm of my God
I was the prodigal son in the mud
Forty days later, I found Apocrypha
If he sees me coming, the devil may cry sha
Knees on the ground to the Alpha
I chose his blood over fanta,
How far?
It’s easy to say that we do it for Jesus,
But then go so silent when no one will praise us
To write up a vision and tuck it away
Like Revelation Ten, two to four
And Daniel Twelve, verse four
I guess I have grown, now I know who I’m for

I’m loving this twenty twenty-four
I’m learning to really wait on the Lord
And I know that this is a fresh start
I’m playing for keeps like Mozart.

It was a very impactful time we had here. Thank you always for doing this with me. Till next time, stay blessed 🥂.

Authors:
GodzNiel
Godswill Ezeonyeka
Hannah D’Ginus

Christrospection

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Time’s refreshing there’s a threshing hand are pulling off
I’m uncertain as I set it there’s a shaky thought
First the focus was the process and out of the box
Then we grooved into the tracks that they warned us about
Who hasn’t had to fake forgiveness cause Love is the boss

Weld my hands to them ploughs and comot the noise
Yah my Jireh and the dark is in both of the testaments
Both of the testaments
And my brethren are runners from different walks
Sparking through the throng, Jesus with the miracles
Jesus with the miracles

Zero till he did it
None till he gimme
Sometimes it hurts, but chasing is fun
Faith say he will finish
Blind to the seeming
Sound the horns, let the Word Ones wake

Time to wake the message in the hearts of many men
What was hard before can eat the ease of acumen
Born to start infernos, tongues of fire on their heads
I said Take the full armor, they said Take your meds

Weld my hands to them ploughs and comot the noise
Yah my Jireh and the dark is in both of the testaments
Both of the testaments
And my brethren are runners from different walks
Sparking through the throng, Jesus with the miracles
Jesus with the miracles

Niel Quchi
© 2023

Goodbyes

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It’s hard to say goodbyes
Always feels like a lump
Too big to swallow
Too hot on the tongue
Too sticky to spit out

Does Life play a trick on us
When it shows us love
When it watches us love
Then expects us to say goodbyes
Starting what it won’t finish
Because life never really ends

Here the comfort lies
When the Truth speaks
Pulling pictures to remembrance
All tagged with love and laughter
‘we had a good time together
I hope to see you again someday’

Pearly Thoughtz
(C)2022

Dawsk

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How do I merge this two?
How do I correlate light and darkness?
Do I do away with the brightness of daylight or bask in vague thoughts of nothingness?
Should I?
Could I?
Will these sooted thoughts fetch me the spark needed to light up my world or
Merely scratch on the surface of my fears as the sun would the ocean at dusk and have me foiled?
Curled up, awake, in the stillness of the night is how I find peace.
Sitting, underneath starry skies is how I brood courage to face the streets in one piece.
Like parallel lines in harmony I see the dawsk start and finish up each other’s tune,
With little or no care if I blend in,
Saturating my words with a soothing tone.
But like black and white has different shades in expression
I am learning to grey up the dark spots of imperfection and
Whiten up the milky paths of uncertainties with rays of light.
Each day and night
Through rolling tears or stretched lips in spite…
In an endless dawn to dusk carousel,
I’ll stand,
Strong,
In between,
Tiring and trying,
Tiring and trying,
In my little caravel
Till I find my balance at dawn

Imani Dokubo
©2021

TWS- FINISH LINE

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As I wrap this up, I want to say that the distance of your liferathon is not in the number of years you have to live, it is in the purpose you are to fulfill. One can be 80 and unfulfilled and another 45 and fulfilled. Fulfillment is not in age, but in purpose. The reason you passed the first hurdle is to fulfill purpose in order to get to the finish line of liferathon.

I knew you before I formed you in the womb; I set you apart for me before you were born; I appointed you to be a prophet to the nations

Jeremiah 1:5 (ISV)

I like to say that you do not have guarantee of long life if your purpose does not allow it. It is the time was allotted for you to fulfill purpose that determines when you get to the finish line.

I used to recite Psalm 91:16 and it used to be my best verse of that chapter. For some time now, I occasionally bring things I have believed in and held tenaciously over the years to a proofing table. One of the things I discovered about that verse was that it was an effect of a cause. I had to trace the cause back to verse 14. I then realized that I have no right to long life if I am not focused on my purpose.

Your purpose defines your finish line. During REHAB, your purpose is made clear to you. You receive the vision you are to run with. The essence of REHAB is not just to empower you to run, but to remind you that your life must count for something. So when you get to your finish line, you can then declare like Apostle Paul:

I have fought the good fight. I have completed the race. I have kept the faith

2 Timothy 4:7 (ISV)

When you come to the point where you have completed your assignment on earth, that is your finish line.

Stay blessed and a Happy November to you.

#REHAB

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(Transforming the World through the Word)

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