Tag: Healing

Call It Predestination

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Call it mental desecration.
Slippers drag in aggravation.
Secret lines hiding variation.
Winks butterfly our conversation.

Sitting here in my couch,
Many things are missing now.
Took the pretty long route,
Making sense before mouth.

I left a bookmark in my thoughts,
Something to tell me the time.
The Spirit searches, of course.
Nine prayers to align.

Call it mental reparation.
The upgrade is from the Kingdom.
Secret lines for Kings to paw on.
Is there any word that quantifies His awesome?

Lying up here, grounds needs to pray first.
I don’t even remember normal mortal thirst.
I’m a Jesus baby with a few skills.
I can fish for men,
Shoot prayer arrows,
And effect healings.

Duty says to make disciples,
Love men back to Heaven.
Third-degree burns from my fire for more souls.
I will write the world
Long before my past eleven.

Call it predestination.

Godzniel
©2026

Thirty-Eight Years

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One wish, two wish, three wish
But the one who wished sat by the pool
Throwing heads in it for decades
Attempting to coin a legend
Instead of just flipping a coin
Attempting to make headway
Instead of spinning tales
Heads or Tails
For years

One problem, two problems, three problems
But the only problem that dodged solution
Catching new feelings for the heartless
Attempting to be the solution with a problem
Instead of just solving the problem
Solve for X, all the while, we dey ask Why
For years

One score, one goal, same pitch and depiction
But now the crack has become the description
Hoping is now exhausting, costly and insulting
Attempting is done is secret
Instead of youthful excitement
For years

Who cares

One life, One wince for One man
But who here does not know one story
Dysfunction functioning as the recap
Attempting to make the most of a beating heart
Instead of tearing apart, tearfully persistent
For years

One day, one name echoes one hope
But this is one lifetime after a long nope
Believing is harder when heaven said no once
Attempting to hallelujah from Hell’s shore
Ignoring heaven’s door, after knocking
For years

One moment, One touch, One Word
But the ripples wave to and from eternity
Creating new tomorrows from yesterdays that die today
Healing winged from a voice that preceded angels
Attempting explanation is futile, Jesus knows us all
Instead of ashes, the glory will wake armies of Sons
For years

Who believes

Won souls for one God
But sin no more, by might that is absurd
Trusting God doesn’t always follow known trends
Attempting is replaced with obeying
Instead of binary results, we are fruitful
For years

Godzniel
©2026

Consonance

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I dream of a day when my smile won’t be an illusion,
A day where there’s an alignment between my emotions
And the carvings they make on my face,
A day where my mind bears the fruits of joy and happiness,
A day when my soul isn’t a carcass infested by fear,
A day where my heart isn’t a timed bomb waiting to explode,
A day where my spine isn’t grabbed by anxiety,
A day when my scars aren’t just painful memories but wise lessons,
A day when my healing is the path for someone’s healing,
A day where the palpitations in my heart are from good news

So, while I wait for my dreams to hatch
Into a reality I can feel in my palms, I’ll wear this smile,
A smile that’s not the disposition of my heart
A smile to cloak the tremors of my mind,
I won’t lose sight of the hope I have in my Master’s Touch,
The touch that stopped the bleeding of 12 years,
That moulded new pairs of eyes for the blind
That will bring me to the day when my smile is not an illusion
But till then, I’ll sit here, deeply rooted in HIS word.

  • Olaoye Adeleye Emmanuel
    ©2025

Mobile Pharmacy

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He has a complete pharmacy,
Unlike the fancy stores
Across your streets and
Mine with those fancy billboards
In front,
On it could be
crested
bills pharmacy,
where you go most times
And they tell you we don’t
Have Combantrine

We’ve got oral drip though,
So much for an immobile
Medicine store,
Expect disappointments
Once….once,
Next time it could be
Lumefantrine who took
A month leave,
Man’s ways leaves around
So many loopholes

It’s  fair to admit
 man’s methods
Can’t make anyone
Completely Whole,
That’s the exact reason
CHRIST came in
Form of man,
That by his stripes
We’re made whole
Complete and without deep holes

God is a mobile pharmacy
He came in form of man
We didn’t fancy,
Went about healing people
Of all kinds of infirmities
Not for once did CHRIST say
I’ve got no miracle for a
Leprous man and many others,
Rather he laid hands on
Men and got rid of their diseases.

God is a mobile pharmacy
In him there’s no SOLUTION
Lacking,
While the doctors cure
He heals and makes
Whole completely,
God is a mobile pharmacy
In him comes all emergency
And of course they get their
Required attention.

Ebubechi
© 2023

My Shepherd

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It’s in His nature to provide for me even when I don’t know what I want.

He feeds me with goodness and floods peace to my soul.

By His name, He restores me to sight each time I lag.

Even though I walk through hot coals with bare feet unending, He swallows up my fears in comfort with healing and gifts in His bosom.

He sets me up for royal treats in the darkest storms and redeems me with the outpour of his spirit and an overdose of merriness and joy.

Surely goodness and mercy follow me forever as I am now a host of His eternal spirit and life.

As the years draw nigh

With love shining in many forms

Like a rose among the thorns

I have come to understand and believe that everything written in the 23rd Psalm seized to be my responsibility the day I said YES to Him, my good Shepherd.

Imani Dokubo

(C) 2022

Jesus

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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

Body Count

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I like God
Heal.
Same intentions against the devil and his ant hill.
When we see ailments ping a body down to zero
We pong and ten is what the healing scores


Your real you is not you
Body bags,
Dead men call, we are here for the body count
Lined like stomach walls, we were built to digest em all
Pand or epid we emic all
I mean we emit all
Light is how we resist, dull
Sick is what we kick out
Polio
Sons of the most H, H for holy o!!!

UC Truth
©2021

Rape

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I didn’t think he would
No!
He was my brother
I didn’t think he would leave me with this wound
He was my blood

I should have known
From the way he looked at me
From the way he often stared at me
I should have gotten the message
The moment he closed the door to the passage

Don’t ask me what I was doing in his room
Dad sent me there
He sent me to serve him
Dad didn’t know his son was a forceful defiling monster

His sick son,
A strong brutal rapist

Would I recover?
The evil touch,
The pains,all to his gain
Was there any gain???

My Body…
Broken beyond repairs
My mind…
Did he rape my mind too?
Why can’t I forget?

The shots of whiskey hasn’t been helping
The cigarettes only makes me remember
Remember how I struggled
How I begged
I can’t forget how he pushed me out of his room
To an untimely doom

Teach your sons to flee!
Tell them the urge won’t kill
Teach them to respect a woman
Tell them No means No
Make them aware of consent

Teach your daughters to speak out
Let them confide in you
Don’t let them walk through life like this worthless broken girl before you.

– Jemima Joseph
(c) 2021