Want Less Too

June 3, 2026June 6, 2026Leave a comment

Stillness is wanting less as Christ is more than enough
Stillness is being a mess and yet flying as a stone in God’s catapult
Stillness is Love saying that the very wrong one is still her own
Stillness is the peace that leaves faculties and authorities befuddled

Stillness is the lepers saying come and see
Stillness is Elijah saying bring for me
Stillness is Noah with a 100-year start-up biz
Stillness is Ruth saying where you go you go with me

Still, I will trust in him who is my stillness
Stillness wasn’t found in narcs or man’s promises
Stillness wasn’t found until the Son set free

Stillness is Him dawning both on and in you
Stillness is Isaiah twenty-six verse two too
Stillness is answering mishap with “God is still good”
Stillness is when a Saint, breathing, transforms

Still, I will wait on him in and out the stillness
Stillness wasn’t found in temporary pleasures
Stillness wasn’t found until the Word sent words
Still, my heart wants less as it is yours

Godzniel
©2026

A hand with a cross

March 3, 2019March 4, 2019Leave a comment

These crosses the empty zones
Like a flying drone
A game of the weak with the strong
Not exactly a contest
But an interest, a request of a savior.

A game for the peak and a tale of the wrong
This is about the struggle
That rumbles with man’s eternity
He has been a warrior since the day one
Faces persecution
Stoned by test and trials
Wandered away from the rally of deceit into the valley of shadow of death
Yet a hand bared the cross

In the realm of sleep
Wars, battlefront
Wrestling
Against the devouring clone
With hopelessness and darkness
And at the tip of condemnation
Rises the hand that bares the cross

And when flaws
Had risen and fallen
Like a raging sea
Waging war against itself
Beneath the surface of reality
Grew strength
To move on that narrow lane
For he who bared the cross
Has render all flaws useless
And had broken all chains by His blood

(c) The Alchemist
2019

The Cross

November 28, 2018November 30, 2018Leave a comment

A hand with a cross
These crosses the empty zones
Like a flying drone
A game of the weak with the strong
Not exactly a contest
But an interest, a request of a savior

In the realm of sleep
Wars, battlefront
Wrestling
Against the devouring clones
With hopelessness
And darkness
And at the tip of condemnation
Rises the hand that bares the cross

And when flaws
Had risen and fallen
Like a raging sea

Wagging war against its self
Beneath the surface of reality
Grew strength
To carry on
Amidst those circumstances
For he who bares the cross
Has render all flaws useless
And had broken all chains by His blood
Freedom oh kingdom!!!