Tag: grace

Enough Said

Leave a comment

Long way from the first—uncomfortable tennis
Never duck a smash—millisecond prayers
Emotions are just weather—we have martyrical ancestors
Life tests us—but He gave us teachers and pastors
I learned to spot prophets and to recognize apostles
Long way from the first—now I can make salt too

The Bible is a multiyear calendar and love letter
I invite every eye to the pages of the One Pater
Racing verses to the future
Changing translations, I’m an every word eater
Jesus is The Lord—skip the other options
Scouring sermons and apocrypha for grace applications
The day the Lord has made? We rejoice in all our rations
Hyenas may abound, but The Lord sent enough Lions

I phoenix from the Word—my retaliation is evangelical
Sharper than surgical—redeeming this Chronicle
It’s funny though
Looking back I see the subtitles to some acts too
And my repentance cost God a lot, Boo
It’s why I’d rather die than renounce this gospel
What is man anyway?—except when that man is a son of God too

Professionally me—30+ years experience
Still a child of God—kukutata when I speak in tongues
Yeah I dodge stress—when I fight, it’s to stay rested
The Lord reigns—and this needs to be more celebrated
But for His mercy, who would not have wasted?
Seasons when I’m shaken, but then I am reminded
Jesus is alive, tomorrow will be bested

Jesus is alive, Tomorrow will be bested
Long way from the first—now I know to stay dead
Now I see the Lord—the most highly seated
Jesus is alive, Amen is enough said

Godzniel
©2026

Pivot Station

Leave a comment

God to the Man
Holy the hands
Heavenly broadcast
Bless the expanse
Son
Help souls flee the entrap
Meant for the more than a lap

Chains hit the ground—God’s love was the plan
and
God’s is the order and height
Inbuilt grace seasons the sub
stance
Will of the father
Be Saved or deleted and stolen from time and chance
Seas
Swim to the name and chant
Eat
Break ye the bread and pass
Eat
Drink ye the blood and bathe
Eat
Say to the mountain
Bless me

God to the man
All for the land—ugh!
Freaky escapes
Such high stakes—ugh!
God is too good
And there’s much more to be understood
Creation awaits and eternity is unto the fabric of food
True food made of the Word of God
Now Hiring
Now Hiring
We’re seeking Sons of God
Someone to take

God to the man
God to the land
God to the couch and God to the TV
God to the start of every man’s story
God to the air and God to the busy—easy, if a man hasn’t clung to money
God to the clung and to the ones set-free
God to the life and death of things
God to the man and to the scenes

God to the man
Do you read me?
God to the man
Do you read me?

Godzniel
©2026

Almighty King ✨

Leave a comment

Who is like You,
Almighty King?
Maker of Heaven and Earth,
I AM THAT I AM.
You alone are God;
Your Word is truth,
Your love is eternal.
Covenant-keeping God,
There is no King like You.
Thank You for the gift of the Holy Spirit,
And through the wisdom of the Scriptures,
My grace and peace multiply.
I have eternal life,
For I delight in You and in my Saviour, Jesus Christ.
Holy Spirit, You have empowered me.
Your name, my Lord Jesus Christ, is my banner.
I am Yours, my Lord.
You are my warrior,
My shield,
My glory,
The lifter of my head,
My greatest reward.
Everything I heard about You is true.
I have tested it in my life and family.
We are now the envy of the world
Because Your presence envelops us.
Receive all the honour,
Praise, and glory.

King David
©2026

Son God

Leave a comment


Blood
The sea of molten mortality rivers it’s way through thousands of arteries
And not in vain…
Although, the resulting could still be an exercise in vanity.
Come with me.
To the records of slain fathers
—Sullied and grown mothers
Without which
The next generation would be a lil low on the first stitch
Long before Nine
Think Abel
Increasing the right volume
We need God’s labels
To open the right bottle

Bone of my Bones
The hard part isn’t amputation but definition
—doctored derision
Because it was when I stopped asking about Rahab
And started asking folks about Eve—then I discovered
You spent three nights in another Adam’s Eden.
The joke’s dry now but it swam with the seamen
I clock way different from when I trusted feelings
Deductions only add up when divide God’s stories
No flaws on this
He is how we win though
Stay with me—

Muscles are for shrugs
To squeeze in extra goodwill amidst a hug
With only one strategy —spin the block
Because strength is not what wins battles
Strategy, time and chance still argue
Yet if a man can pray
God is not deaf, or indifferent
Think with me

Skin and flesh
Gram of meat
Inflated instances of sentient parchment
Animated beyond the animalistic
Forgetful of every moment before we first recognize our names
Breathe with me

In time,
We are introduced to Life
To taste it and handle it
To speak it and be led by it
In time, every heart can read the plan
And by an offer to upgrade to premium
The mortal mist becomes a dead man
He must return to draw first blood
if he will become a son of God.

Dialysis in the Spirit
And then one by one
Miracle by miracle
A son is given

A child is born

Godzniel
©2026

As I am

Leave a comment

They say a man is measured
by the weight of his word.

If that is true,
then I stand no taller than politicians—
men fluent in promise,
faithless in keeping,
yet returned to power
by the same hands they failed.

Maybe this is Nigeria.
Maybe this is salvation.

God, choosing men like me
with a history of broken vows,
each one carried
on the tip of my tongue.

And every time I fall short,
He leans close—
not to condemn,
but to remind:

There is grace for this.
Enough to stand again.
Enough to stand before Him.

He asks for nothing polished,
only that I come
as I am.

Olaoye Adeleye
©2026

Shoulder of Heaven

Leave a comment

Every poem I write should carry the Lord’s cadence
Like the prints of a boot prophesies of her owners
Every song that I sing should play hide and seek with time
Only being found when we GPS your fingers

But the kids hid from Daddy in the skirts of mortality
Human indignation fully kitted in folly jeans
Class of the Returning, Mama’s voice was instructive
Solid reputations are not accidental
God is good at sending help, though our times are rental
God is good at saying thanks, though the earth is The Lord’s.

This One

This one day I’m taking God’s grace for granted
There is no day that we didn’t reap what he had planted
I once had a copy I’d stolen and really wanted
Mercy can resemble losing all the game we hunted
After many days I was robbed of my disobedience
Blessed is the one who waits on the Lord’s fulfillment

Blessed is the one the Lord sends a Philip or Peter to
We are miracles, shocking all the world by the things we do
But after ages our stories become a living bible
That’s why we keep a special seat for the good examples

Every picture gets lost in this sea of data
If the child is from eternity, can mortals date her?
Six classes of food can fit in a pair of trousers
And after minutes or millenia, the Lord remembers

Yes, The Lord remembers

Godzniel
©2026

Takamura vs Zoro

Leave a comment

I remember when I started to write like this; when I started sinking to feeling the words in jots of bliss, regardless of the proper pause to punctuate. I couldn’t be made to squeeze the grapes. I’d slice over grate, but I thank God that aging doesn’t kill wine.

So this time, I will let the vapors of my diction medicate instead of entertain, since I’m hoping for a different thing.

I’m hoping to divide the truth behind the things our eyes fail to notice.
Not popularity’s secret
But pop reality’s secrets?
Because the race escaped the swift, and the battle escaped the mighty
I was hoping to attain true power, but my greed made me so indecisive.

Lord, if I am a fight…

I am the Lord’s rifle rifling through Holy Words to reload before I snipe a slice of eternity into a generation. They will hear true hymns of Him through me, even when I’m long gone, like a long gun.

I am one of the Lord’s arrows
I was stoned once but Medusa lost
Praise to God, l trust His love
So I pull back with a rejoice, remembering the sharpening of yester years
Obedience breeds obedience, and each level asks for greater grace
That is why I either lay hands or stand and say

I am a branch burning unconsumed and screening to a thousand Moseses.
We are novices, but we become fools without his seal
Everyone has their own part to play in fulfilling God’s multimillienal promises
Even the devil knows the believer gets the best deal
No negotiations needed, we greet them and that’s it

I am
Like my Father who is all in all
I have more faith in God than in Panadol
You can wait on Him and run in faith, a paradox
But those who did nothing but prayed are still not a pair of ducks
Because admitting we didn’t let God choose is where our para docks
And when we think of those we failed to pray for, our para ducks

I am a voice and a face a group of witty words
Being ignored or being shared,
And I rejoice that heaven read
And I rejoice that God is heard
And I realize I’m sharing bread
And it is spirit-led to be praying to be Spirit-led

I remember when I started to write like this; maybe it is a testament to how God made me. And I celebrate the variety of people. Each of us having a measure of God’s spirit that is no more God-shaped, but us individually. And in Christ, we each receive the Spirit of God. We receive Christ, who was one with God without measure.

Who best to wield you, than your maker?
After all, God knows you more than you will ever know yourself
So imagine the wonder, that He will you, and so much more

To the one who believes…

Godzniel
©2026

Love as a Filter

Leave a comment

Pause
Mid scroll I start
Log on and wait
Pray first gang
No other food on my plate
Pass it with no PR
Grace is how I’ve been Sir
I would have to slow down just to be selfish
And my honor for the pastors no dey finish
Love is sacrifice, those words are verbiage
What does it take to crack through this world’s mirage?

My voice
He replied my sheep hear my voice
After they hear, they each have a choice
Make real music or chime with the noise

Godzniel
©2026