Force yourself to sit.
Force yourself to wait.
Force yourself to trust.
Force yourself to forgive.
Force yourself to laugh.
Force yourself to write.
You can’t help that you fuss yourself—
So force yourself to leave the shelf
and let your path praise the Lord.
Bring me home, bring me home, Lord.
I’m looking for a different satisfaction.
Norm told us to steal and keep eating,
The team disbanded to hunt for new stories,
And the show goes on; the sun circuits still.
I need to practice letting God choose—
For present comfort is no guarantee.
Bring me home, bring me home, Lord.
Footsteps prince me a path through the din.
Hands that held my back now applaud my stumbling—
Speaking of my stumbling:
I was sipping last ones, hoping that the first won.
And the show goes on; the trump is still blown.
All my medals rust before the changing times,
for You, Lord, were my only true possession.
Bring me home, bring me home, Lord.
These scars will follow me into victory.
Rooftop farming—aura wasn’t the only fruit.
I have witnessed enough to shrug from a cloud.
Lord, please take the pen again; write me back to right.
Outside Your Word, there was treachery that paralyzed.
For You alone are truth,
and Yours walk beneath a different sky…
…beneath a different why.
Bring me home, bring me home, Lord—
everywhere I am.
Godzniel
©2025
Tag: God
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
The Fortress
I stand here, witness to a shelter God shaped
not from stone,
but from the quiet, patient ways He mended me.
A refuge lifted from the ruins of every moment
His mercy refused to let define my story.
For years,
I mistook strength for silence
but even the softest prayer can rise like wind,
and mine learned to swell
because God understood my trembling
before it ever touched my lips.
This place, His making
isn’t just somewhere to hide;
it breathes with the memory
of battles I thought would end me
yet left me standing.
Its doors hold the imprint of fears
my Father pressed into the past.
Its watchposts lean into the sky
because He has guarded both my midnights
and every new morning.
Do not call these walls fragile;
they were shaped by the One
who refuses to let my soul collapse.
Every beam carries His assurance,
every layer His voice
reminding me that surviving
is not disgrace, but grace.
I learned a fortress isn’t meant
to keep the world out,
but to remind the heart inside my heart
that it lives under His covering.
So I turn the lock on doubt
and pull wide the openings
where His Spirit enters,
letting courage breathe its way
through every hidden room of me.
So, If you see me standing higher than before,
it isn’t pride, it is gratitude.
Gratitude to the Most High
who raises me, and keeps on raising me.
For even iron can falter,
but the life held in His hands
learns to rise again and in rising,
His stronghold becomes my freedom.
UbdaPoet
©2025
Olorun Onile Oke
Olorun Onile Oke
God, the stronghold
In a world full of threats
I call you my Abo Oke
The one and only high fortress
The lord my eternal refuge,
Olu ibi Isadi
Your everlasting arms O Tobi Ju
With it you thrusted
Out my enemies from before me,
You silenced the voices That cried out threats
The threats that threatened to break all hell loose until my back hits the ground
You stood your ground In battle until their strongholds did rattle,
Mighty man in battle
Jagun jagun segun
You broke the gates of brass and cut the bars of iron in asunder
At the sound of my cry,
You caused the foundations of the hills to move,
You heard my voice
And the earth trembled,
You kissed away the tears from off my temple
Apata ayeraye,
The rock of ages,
My help,
In ages past,
You bowed down the heavens and came down
And when the thick darkness surrounding me saw you,
It took flight
My high fortress,
Because I have you I don’t even have to fight.
Ebubechi
©2025
Oh the Presence!
Oh to know the ecstasy of Your presence
To experience the unbounded abounding of eternal pleasures
To at once stand on the precipice of the natural into the spiritual
To behold the unfathomable glory that outshines light
The ancients speak of worship-compelling sights at Your throne
Would I not like them, be undone to behold Your holiness
Oh the sore disappointment of this world’s greatest pleasures
For in Your presence, all senses are at once stirred and satisfied
Oh that words could reach the depths of our ever-welling emotions
Oh that our mortal hearts could fathom Your resplendent presence
Yet Grace permits us glimpses beyond the precipice into rapturous joy
And divine providence grants us vocabulary to contain what we cannot explain
Ezeonyeka Godswill
© 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
His Treasure
Nothing says I am a treasure, better than the King of kings dying for me
For He paid the ultimate price
When He got slain on the cross
Only the blood of Jesus would do
Nothing more, Nothing less
And yes, I was that non-negotiable!
- Olufunke Ajegbomogun
© 2025
