Tag: life

Pivot Station

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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

Exactly Alike

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He laid in the dirt and they looked exactly alike.

One flesh returning to where it lived,
Used to be the talk of where he’s from,
Loved by all; the stay and leave,
A realization hit,
That this finely-built boastful heap
Is a monument of sand.

When the wind blows on a house
When the rain beats on it
It falls, Santos.
Because falling, is exactly what this sand does.

He laid in the dirt and they looked exactly alike.
Colours of defeat painted on the two alike.
Down and trodden though not closen, have become their look-alike.

One day!
Words spoken fell on dirt’s ears
When the wind blew this time
Dirt rose.
Like soft flower petals in the wind
The natural colours of change
Something was different about this flesh.
It was lighter.
It was brighter.
It was beautiful.

And this time when it fell,

He laid in the dirt, and they didn’t look exactly alike.

ucTRUTH
©2026

Son God

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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

He meets it

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I have heard it said that what is yours will come to you.
I cannot deny that this in itself is true.
But I have also noticed
That life sends us many topics,
And it is those within our scope of imagination
That we can articulate for catalog and application.

Yes, life sends us many topics,
And those we choose to fold our wings above
Do sit amongst the congregation of our choices.
As I have heard it said, doing nothing is a choice too.
How much more, doing something?

In thinking about this, I also noticed
That we get answers when we pray, but we do not all pray religiously
For the repetition of that miraculous answer.
Some wait till a storm is behind them to learn to pray,
But God still answers with wonder.
So why should I wait till an avalanche is upon me?

I will wake up each morning, and renew my worship.
Oh Lord, please give me the finer things in life.
I do not ask as one who deserves it. Lord, still You decide.
But I know that it is nothing for You
To steer me home to You
Whilst in bespoke adventure, opulence, and serendipity,
Because, Lord, You are good to me.

But this all often clashes with my ideas of piety
And quiet trust in God—
The not-asking, but trusting in His design to divulge.
And so I sense that exploiting this, my heavenly bank account,
Will turn me prodigal.

I need,
And He meets it.
Because what else is the Holy Spirit?

Saint Breathing, Tenth Form: Prayer Flames

I can pray in my understanding
And I can pray in the Spirit
And whatever the need is
He will guide my hands to victories
He, The Lord
He meets my fear with his Love
He meets my pain with his Joy
He meets my hurt with his touch
And He meets me wherever I call

I have heard it said, that the fear of the Lord is the beginning of Wisdom.

Godzniel
©2026

Goodnews business

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Back too Back to writing
Antidifficulting
When I’m underground, that’s the Gospel Terra biting
Sing it to the youth, let them see the love of Christ. Hmmm

Sorry but the business is the good news
Sold it in media files, prayers and worn shoes

But don’t worry it’s unlimited
Jerry said
What God cannot do does not exist
What he said
What God cannot do never reared it’s head
Never was it read

Come and eat the Life
Distribute it to the poor and rich
There’ll be a delete and The Lord has an extended invite
Please write
To the churches of eyes, ears and “these days”
The “which ways” The Lord says
I won’t wait forever
And you are mine forever

So choose my safety over those with more forever than you
If I haven’t been saving you, where would your pride be or do?
Any who
Come home before you can’t cry anymore
Before the monsters after the flood begin their culling
And the firmament is rolled away
And horror robs you of your children
And your wealth
And your kin
And your neighbor
And your voice

Godzniel
©2026

The Secret To Happiness

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“The secret to happiness
Is low expectations”
That’s how we’re told to lead our lives.

But what of promises that echo through time?
Words of a Father so sublime,
He speaks of hope, of riches untold,
Of life in Him, which never grows old
Of plans and futures yet unseen,
Of Heaven, golden and green,
Of peace and love through trials and strife,
And after all, eternal life….

Steven Kator Iorfa
©2026

Fear of Freedom

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Free will can be God’s will

But Lucy in his craft has created customs and traditions that keep you caged

Maya knows why the caged bird sings

It sings of freedom that comes alive only in dreams

It sings of power and triumph over wickedness

Wickedness dressed in fear’s fashion label

The sophisticated fear of being seen or known

The colour blocking fear for tomorrow

The conventional fear of being disagreeable

Or just the casual fear of leaving your comfort zone

If only the caged bird could stop romanticising her cage long enough to pick the lock

Nobody wants to hear the shrill tune of deep sorrowful lyrics

Action speaks louder than songs

It will fall before it learns how to fly again

The free fall, an exercise of its free will because it knows God’s will

And even if it falls to the ground, the few seconds of living is better than an eternity of letting life pass by.

Live!

Nothing will happen

The worst that could happen is death

And to die is gain

ChyD
© 2026

See

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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