See what the Lord has done
See what the Lord hasn’t done
See what life has birthed
See what life has lost
See what gift you are
See what cost you cause
See what Jesus brought
See what Jesus left
See what most see
See what most ignore
Ezeonyeka Godswill
© 2026
Today is reason
Today is meaning
Today is infantry
Today is victory
Today is opportunity
Today is destiny
Today is living
Today is being
Today is minutes
Today is season
Today is present
Today is presence
Today is temporal
Today is eternal
Ezeonyeka Godswill
© 2026
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
“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
Oh to know the ecstasy of Your presence
To experience the unbounded abounding of eternal pleasures
To at once stand on the precipice of the natural into the spiritual
To behold the unfathomable glory that outshines light
The ancients speak of worship-compelling sights at Your throne
Would I not like them, be undone to behold Your holiness
Oh the sore disappointment of this world’s greatest pleasures
For in Your presence, all senses are at once stirred and satisfied
Oh that words could reach the depths of our ever-welling emotions
Oh that our mortal hearts could fathom Your resplendent presence
Yet Grace permits us glimpses beyond the precipice into rapturous joy
And divine providence grants us vocabulary to contain what we cannot explain
Ezeonyeka Godswill
© 2025
Don’t say “Yes Lord”
When your actions say “No”
Don’t live to please the flesh
Above the ONE who says “me first!”
Go to the scriptures and learn from King Saul
A man anointed by God but lived to please his subjects first
God was put in second place
For he chose to please his people above His God
He lost not only his crown but also his throne
His honour and his life all gone in a flash
For Jesus said “No man can serve two masters
He will love one and hate the other
Therefore let no one or thing compete with God
Or take His place in our hearts
Turn it to prayer right now
OAKSPROUT!!!
When branched shoots lie on deep roots
Great oaks grow.
Little acorns were great faiths sown.
A coat to cover
Multitudes of many colours.
Cross-heirs is how the Messiah chose.
A host of those he would save
Would have to die
The irony of Calvary
So when he sent that which is sharper than two edged swords,
He loaded unsuspecting calibers.
Cavaliers never to carve a lie
To carve a life in the after-death
Whip devils another tail to tuck
They were the Calvary sent to talk
So make no mistake
When you see a tree and then see the snake
There is still an obedience we can reach and take
If only we would bite from the tree of life
We would never get burnt on a stake.
God directs
We are just his actors
So with one little faith sown
His mighty Oak sprouts.
Company man, my company’s manned by God
Heavenly HMO, I’m chewing his curd
Doing the Word,
He washed off my stains with his blood
I still pray my lust would just get lost
And I forget the things that he carved off
I just trust and lay hands with my hands off
Life is like a big book, everybody’s breathing ink
And we sign with things we do, say and think
And the righteous smile at the last blink
That’s a benefit of being in divine sync
Bibles are selfies of God with his Aloba
—throwback
Christ is still the capital and turnover
All over the world, bent knees still pullover
And I’m never switching off my inner light
Mark 4 velocity—shows you how a winner fights
John 3 & 5, one meeting healing many nights
Bread of Life,
Lord, let me get another tera bite
Righteous? Yes
— that is Christ’s success
I confess,
We are the truly blessed
Wherever we’re sent, they are blessed to receive
Oh, if they only believe
Godzniel
© 2025
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