Tag: Jesus

Mortal Kombat

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It begins to feel like sight lessons from bats,
Like, can mortals really do any combat?
We learned that things built with hands
Have no base in eternal relevance.

When saints are breathing, seconds form,
Time can be hushed like a talking drum.
The sun stood still to watch Joshua,
Cos when stars explode it’s called supernova.

So when foes number like the hair on your head,
You can choose to worry or sleep instead,
For before your tables where filled with bread
Ancient Kabals did make your bed.

Shadow kicked to finish Him?
They ate thinking they could finish Him.
Conc fools will always think that many is more,
Bread of life listens to what you said at the door.

Victory is taught if you’ll care to listen.
Victory is tough if you care and don’t listen.
He honed His warriors in three years
Training that required less than three ears.

ucTRUTH
©2026

Fate Alley Tea

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Foes number like the hair on my head
I put brakes on what I would have said
I have seen Dells touch my HP with dread
Ancient Kabals trying to make my bed

Test your might

I have learned to rely on The Lord
And be strong in the power He writes
Saint Breathing, but the Second Form
Ray then, supernova now!

Excellent

JJC with a shadow kick
Jade upbringing and still so meek
Just go row on your own boat
Jeans by Jesus, it’s Spirit fit

Oh sure they wish they could Finish Him
But Yah spat and sealed off the Nephilim
I’ll resurrect for another round
For it is in Him that Victory is found

Godzniel
©2026

Expecto Patronum

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My Patronus is a dove or a zebra by his stripes
Enemies abound but my Jesus is alive
One mention, heaven posts on my account
Ancestral blessings too numerous to count
Bankai, second coming better catch you acting right
What’s a curse with my PhD in Christ?

Deliverance or Delivery, depends on what you’re carrying
Specie of the baby, makes the pregnancy to tarry on
I’m a Jesus Baby, ask God what it really means
And blame Christ for zipping power in my genes.

Time and Blood, Lord I rest on your Word
I shrug off death for your resurrección

Soldier with a Cross made of ordinary people
Soldier with a Cross nailed fearful to evil
This is non-fiction, Hallelujah in a dance
Angels and Demons all trust his assurance,
The Holy Spirit is wholly assurance
—Luxuriously eternal insurance

They say that a fall comes right after pride
Yes I did fall in love, and My pride is the Lord’s light.

Godzniel
©2026

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

In Bucks

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From up here I see the folly now
Wise men look like kids without his Word now
Once human, I’m divine now
And By his Word, I define “Now”

I’m Christ-raised, no be levitation
I got gratitude for this elevation
In His mercy, God plans ahead
Answers wait before a prayer said
Men puff when they won’t pass
God’s Word is my compass
I got holy warriors praying for me
Yet I trust and I CTRL-S beings
Souls won everywhere he sends me
Some trust in their riches
I just send God my bills

Someone told me I should live below my means
To be honest, I’m confused because Jesus is my means
I got Heaven in my genes
So I could pray out anything
I go sliding on my knees
Over each and everything
Because, Bro, before I pray
God supplies my every need
So imagine not the day
When my love gives way to greed
Sorry, but I don’t grind for steeze
Sorry, but he promised safety and never ease
Get translations, compare wording
Grace taught me generosity
All I have is for stewarding
But please pray before copying me

Eye-of-a-needle people everywhere
Bidding the elect to live by fear
O Lord when I’m greedy, pull me out of there
Please don’t wait a year
Dont let my heart write off hot tears
And The Lord is the movie where I cast my cares

God is still enough for me
My technique and energy
And his presents are my pedigree
I am great if I am serving him
I have lived out many a hymn
Keep your worship, only worship him

Take a billionaire and drop him in the Kalahari
Let him fear the name of God, let him learn to tarry
Let him learn ‘Without the poor, there would be no safety’
Let him say, “To lack your voice, Lord, is Poverty.”
Pure in heart vs poor in heart
Poor in spirit yet playing a part
One day dead, next day living
And no cold shoulders,
And nothing lacking,
What prinicipa- mehn we broadcasting
I’m in bucks in God’s inbox
Nepo-Baby and I flip flops
Shares in Futures that Christ bought

Can’t talk now, hallelujahs fill my mouth

From down here, I can reply now
Fools sit as Kings because their names are changed now
Once human, but something new now
And my fate is faith, but love is how I hope now.

Godzniel
©2026

State of The Heart

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I feel like I just stepped back in the house
Scars from the beasts I have given to wrath
And yes,
I swept my footprints and did all the math
But instead of doing maths we should do what we’re told.
Facts!
Welcome to the day after tomorrow
We still cry out from the snakes as we follow
Christ! Munching revelations from New York to Ondo
When yesterday’s stains are designs but we now know
Uncle, was it power? Were you mighty?

Godzniel
©2026

Thomas

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Seven times Seven times
But once bitten, twice shy is an understatement
The Holy Spirit whispers, ” Quchi shelf your comment. “
We should have asked “What for? “when He said he’d send a comforter
But we assumed what the comfort meant
Though the level of help exceeds our problems
We assume He said everything we needed learnt
And Lord, I need help before my disdain extends

Seventy times seven times
Jesus is the same, soft or hard times
Just watch and pray,
Mean it every second
Our confidence remains “What did The Lord say? “
Clock it
When your eyes are open, then the blind call you blind
We don’t seek the same Lost, theirs cannot find
Relevant irrelevance, what matters is the inside
And forgiveness isn’t mine but the Lord’s side

Four hundred and ninety
I learned not to take things lightly
Everything is part of a pattern from previously
And Christ is both lens and He calibrates me—He will make me
So though I still err being bad at this “Good” thing
And though I still say, “Lord, how can these things be? “
In Spirit and Truth, I will wait and see
The Lord is my scabbard, blade and peace

Godzniel
©2026

Eyesalve

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Is it I, Lord
Am I the weak link or a sentry
on the wall heralding your entry
Demarcate me, Lord
from phonies who would dare to miss your call
This spear no go despair at all
Ctrl-X when I snatch a soul
Do it for the Kingdom, Do it for The Lord
He gave all it takes when He died on the cross
But don’t trust me, you can ask the Boss
Jesus is alive, that’s the King I trust
Moonwalk with a different Micheal, Jack
Son, step out the flesh when you start the attack
Airforce Amendments, the Amen they lack
Waiting on God ain’t no walk in the park
Working to pack
Souls and testimonies
I got Jesus, I can do this
So I close my eyes when I look to the sky
When you say, “Go.”
Lord, was it I?
Is it I, Lord?

Because it’s absurd that I would sell eternity
Am I so poor that I choose money over thee
You who gives breath
Can I so lose sight of thee?
Solomon said you should take it away
Some days I am feeling the same kinda way
For what does it profit a student to gain fame in his school and yet be expelled
I found cafeterias in things that you said
Grace is the way I am making my bed
Lord, is it I that you’ve chosen to send?

May it be, like an Enya song
Lord without you, I’m often wrong
Is it “aye” when you taste and see?
You are both strong and something sweet

Godzniel
©2026