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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

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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

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*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

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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

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“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

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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

Ye Wandering Soul

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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

  • Olufunke Ajegbomogun
    (c) 2025

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