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
Story says,
God is my shield-
and Shepherd.
Story says,
That the Holy Spirit in me,
Will never leave me.
Story says,
Follow the ancient path,
For it’s the road to the peak.
Story says,
Be not afraid,
For angels of Yahweh are with me .
Fighting for me.
Story says,
Christ is in me
The hope of glory.
Story says,
I am more than a conqueror ,
And nothing can separate me from the love of Christ.
Story says,
Tell my servant David,
That I will make him great and his name will spread abroad.
Story says,
I am salt and light of the world
A city that can never be hidden
Story says,
I will bless you with wisdom,
With loyal counselors and warriors
And I have given you many lands.
Story says,
Always remember that the Spirit in you
dose not make you fear, but fills you with power, love and self-control.
Story warns,
Let not the law and the habit of studying the holy book depart from me.
Meditate on it day and Night.
Story says,
The word of God is my sword of the Spirit.
And my shield is faith in God.
Story says,
In the Name of Jesus Christ
I have been anointed with power and authority and dominion.
Ugwu David C
©2023
Christ is the token
Of love freely given
To all even.
So the moment you
Collect you escape
Torment for life.
Ebubechi
© 2022
Battles to be fought
Wars to be won
Knees on the ground
Prayers to the son
Girding on my whole armour
Helmet wrapped in salvation
Shield engraved in faith
Sword spilling fiery words
Shoes dipped in the power of the Spirit
Going in this might
Losing not to naysayers
Victory is mine
For the battle is the Lord’s
Feet deeply rooted
In the finished work of the cross
Seated in heavenly places
To watch a war already won
I fight not with fear or dread
I fight for the greater is in me
I fight ‘cos it’s a good fight
I fight to take what had been mine
I fight to possess what I had been given
I fight ‘cos I had won
I am more than conqueror so I fight!
Oraegbu Philipa Ada
© 2022
He, the first born of the spirit was born in a manger
Raised with his people yet considered stranger
Jesus in God’s sight, is considered all that is right
He took whiplashes
That healing be given in all places, races and classes
He at Galilee’s road
Was broken that we be made whole
That we be saved souls
For our salvation was always his main goal.
Jesus was bartered bruised and crushed
All while led to an old rugged cross
To have nails impale his body
That we may become his body
And at the 9th hour, when hope had diminished
He declared it is finished.
For three days , he launched a one man raid.
Defeating devil, demons and death in a perpetual victory parade
And at the third day when he was raised
The power of death was as empty as his grave.
Brown Ini
© 2022
Men search all their lives for what has been right in front of them.
Trashing gold and chasing Shadows
Could it be the difference in font sizes making their mind choose superiority over relevance?
How shallow can man’s mind be???
A desperate quest for a test not given detesting all it has been equipped with.
Ohhh……comparison, man’s self constructed blind fold kidnaps him to a dump where pumps no longer make sense until it releases a shrieking sound like that of Ngozi.
Forgetting Zee sounds in no way like Y neither does it come before it but leaves words incomplete with it’s absence.
My heart can’t cry more than the king of Glory’s as he hands another years waited mantle to handle.
If you don’t handle that mic it will be given to another.
If you don’t start speaking now another is right behind you to take over
If you don’t start and see less of how imperfect you may sound and focus on strength from Calvary nothing will vary when another takes your place.
Start!!!
Ebube
© 2021
Most times, the answer to your prayer is hidden in obeying the instruction given to you by God.
Chibueze
What’s in my hands?
The flag of kingdom built with light beams
A torch burning with the passion of Christ’s dream
A Divine treasure given to a chosen few,
cognizant that the sight from silence isn’t always a golden view
What’s in my hands?
Mare skin, bones and tissue
Ability, to make what he wills of life’s issues
Responsibility, Ben Parker’s words again reflected
to who much is given, much is expected.
Ini Brown
©2021
Christ a poet 