Waiter

February 8, 2026February 8, 2026Leave a comment

Lord, I lack the sadness needed to be straightforward
Some who know the facts will shrug like, ‘This Coward!’
But I only send these scream-shots to you
I will alley-oop my cares to you,
Lord, you are calm and veto
Encore, until I’m Phillip’d to a new location

Lord, I lack the angst to call storms a problem
What I ask for Lord is grace to be ardent
Grace to be fervent, you are my extent
Straightened by the Word, I recall when I was hell-bent
And if you weren’t backing us up, we’d be fronting
Joking
And all the whole being eaten while your mercy kept us breathing – Ahhhhh

Lord, I…
Look to you when I count my trophies
Souls you snatched out the fire
How can coals be riches?
I rely on your plan, but this path is treacherous

Niel,
Learn to close your eyes and let the silence permeate
Babies bring immense joy, but they’ll make you wait
Now relate, to how you ghost and resurrect at your behest
If I’m patient with my kids, you should copy and paste
Love them like I love you
Sacrifice and pray too
Let no taste deceive you
Let your mercy shine through
And when they annoy you, while saying they love you
Do that thing that I do
Give their good a good zoom

And wait…

Lord, I lack the nonchalance for this
Then feel; walk the storm and let the water mix
I told you long ago that My grace is more than enough for this
Ha!
Watch and pray and do not faint to this
The joy has developed so you have all the strength to love through this

Diss
Oh! to slash my way through all of this
But I know your way is better, so I’ll wait for it
Cook this story how you please
Ease, never was among your promises
After all, you’re with me land, air or seas
You send your word and Ctrl-A-Del disease
And you know the whole path from the start of each
I will wait, Lord, your whisper is enough wings

Godzniel
© 2026

Aural

January 24, 2026January 16, 20261 Comment

Offers are pending, the time is a ticking
The boom is impending, I feel it residing
The prison is reason
The King still is risen
No missions are missing, we’re just less misleading
The meaning is meaning the means and the meaning
Surrender and seasons but blessings unceasing

Legacy

My fathers prayed me a happy new year
I wrote requests and laughed away my welfare
I should teach Adelphoi how to cast care
I’m here with Father, pixel after plain text

Special

Because I’m your neighbourhood Grace-dispenser
I pray, Sir.
Tell me what it is that God didn’t plan for
There’s options. Na we dey like form physical Samson
Redaction
I kneel before the Abba of Power,
Hosanna Forever
And I’m never short of fireworks made of pure hallelujah
We’re going yet higher

Silence was the seventh seal
Christ’s flesh was the true meal
He is what’s right and what’s real
Yeah, I caught the dragon mid-steal
Power per megapixel

Godzniel
© 2026

Interstellar Footprints

January 21, 2026January 16, 2026Leave a comment

Verses written in seconds
Told the chef I want Seconds
God will never forsake us
Fishers of men, he made us
Evidence and Providence,
Arrows meet a faith defence
I see life in Jesus lens
Yes, I’m one of God’s friends

I’m past my past arms, like I’m running in Naruto
Now there are miracles, even my shadow clones
I will look to the Word and rely on The Lord
Test or testimony, I’m passing with no qualms
He’s constant, na we dey pendulum up and Dan

My God wins fights, I just squeal and write Psalms
My job is to listen and speak, evangelist for instance
Without God, what’s the point of all the distance?
Got a couch in the room in his pierced hands
Holy Spirit Registered, Resurrected with Christ,
I work God brands, he’s the measure of my size
Alarm clocks celebrate the grace wey dey open eyes
And the Hallelujahs amen till the Lord arrives

UbdaPoet
© 2026

Copy that, Over

January 20, 2026January 21, 2026Leave a comment

*some parts of this poem is written in Nigerian Pidgin English

If e easy, come run am
I’ll be up in the Word, my Adullam
I am who God’s grace says I am
I’m descended from more than one Adam

See the place wey I dey na Jesus
Boast in the doings that he does
Yeah, he cut me free, no scissors
The only one who truly sees us
Frees Us

Freeze us into your discipline
Power to live way above all sin
Party in heaven, my invites are in
Daddy with Jesus and all im pikin dem
We feel am before e start to dey happen
The harvest surprise even devil sef
You go fear God, meaning business

Who dem be where dem dey?
Who born dem no be play
When the next breath could be the end
Christ is such proof you can’t pretend
If e easy, come run am
I’ll be up in the Word, my Adullam
I am who God’s grace says I am
I am who God says I am, Sir

Godzniel
© 2026

Proof

December 22, 2025December 19, 2025Leave a comment

Your mercy still stand even when life shake me like generator wey no get fuel and when storm raise voice like market women, Your peace calm am, even JBL speakers no loud reach this truth.

I don waka inside fire, yet Your grace na the forth man for that furnace. Blessings wey full my hand, na only your fingerprint fit produce am.

My past be wan dey try drag me back like conductor wey no get change, but the cross sharpaly calm am down.

As your nails write my freedom na so your blood sign am like court truth. For heaven courtroom, Jesus stand gidigba which living proof reach that one Abeg

Him love no dey reduce; na so every trial dey shrink like cloth wey see hot water. Even when darkness wan argue, Your light flash am like police for check point, proof wey no dey whine.

When fear dey whisper like thief for backyard, Your Word shout “who goes you!” back.

I dey wake every day because Your covenant cover me like aluminium zinc for rainy roof. And my life? The testimony loud gan, na megaphone wey go always shout: God’s love go always be the final proof.

UbdaPoet
©2025

SUFFICIENT GRACE

December 19, 2025December 20, 2025Leave a comment

“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.

The Fortress

November 27, 2025December 20, 2025Leave a comment

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.

Ye Wandering Soul

February 15, 2025February 14, 2025Leave a comment

Ye wandering soul
Hungry, thirsty and forsaken
Lost in an endless hole
Of rejection, struggles and pain
Forgotten in the pool of dejection, hopelessness and shame
Hear the clarion call of a mighty warrior
Calling you out of the pool of doom
From a pathway of damnation
From the enslaving arms of the wicked task master
Today, Jesus calls your name aloud
with arms stretched out towards you
Dripping with love and mercy
Full of Grace and truth
Offering you more than the world has to offer
Oh ye wandering soul
Don’t reject his loving embrace this time
Turn from this dead end
To the fountain of the living waters
To the all sufficient one
Who will quench your thirst and save your soul