Creator’s paint

March 31, 2025Leave a comment

Today the Boss gave me an argument
For the unbelieving shoulda-been-a-saint
Who dismisses the Christian’s reverence
With brilliant furnish and even sentiment

When the Christian says God created everything
The unbelieving say everything came into being
Life as a causeless effect is accepted reasoning
But an uncreated creator is convenient colluding

Is it so hard to believe? The Boss says
That an unpainted painter paints self-portraits
Is it so hard to see the mistake unbelief makes?
Painted beings denying the painter that they portray

This argument may never convince the unbelieving
But the Boss loves to paint for everyone to see Him
Perhaps these words will set the seeker to seeking
Perhaps the Boss of all created things is speaking

Ezeonyeka Godswill
(c) 2025

A tale of compassion and faith

February 21, 2025March 7, 2025Leave a comment

Penspeak Communities across Nigeria have recently taken up Freestyle Fridays hosted by The Godzniel. This is a collection of poems from Penspeak Community UNEC freestyles in January 2025.

From the watchtower, Iruoma cried out:

I am compassion, a gentle breeze
That calms a raging soul and quiets pain to freeze
I run in obscurity, yet understanding I seek
To heal a silent wound that mouth can’t utter

Like flower that blooms in desert oasis
So am I, a savour taste to the broken soul
I’m a badge of mercy, worn by one who’s torn
An irresistible gentle word, that calms a storm

I see beyond the fist, the anger and pain
And serve a feast of kindness, to wash the heart’s deep stain
I’m a dose of hope, that keeps each day aglow
A beacon of light, in the darkest place I go

I am compassion, I offer listening ears
Pay attention and owe no debt to negligence
I am the greatest gift to humanity
The loudest voice of love
I walk enduring miles
Leaving trails of smiles

Taking the wheel again, Iruoma launched:

With heart swift and low on paths unknown
I plead to listen to the quiet whisper, that binds me whole
With convictions strong on choices made

I plead to heed the persistent voice of truth
With barns so enriched, and yards full of glittering gold
I pray to harvest, with mind full of sight

To sift grain from chaff, and separate truth from false
And with each step to embark, a journey of uncertainty
I pledge to trust the gentle guide

For He’s the spirit of the divine, with mysteries to unveil
He grants a sense of immortality, in the stillness, a peaceful knowing of secrets untold.
And moments to disobey in doubt, are times to will in regret

Not wanting the momentum to die out, Neche Goodnews took the baton on the relay:

“Wish upon a shooting star and make your wish come true”
Senior said to me as we stared at the night sky
“So, make the wish”, he said to me as I was beholding the awe of the star littered sky
I close my eyes and make my wish and open my eyes into the present
A decade had gone by but I still reminisce the days gone by
I fasten up my tie while facing the mirror

What a decade it has been
Peril and strife fought their way into my world but I persevered
The psychological breaks and lapses chipped away at my very soul but I didn’t derange
As I go towards my bag, a thought enters my mind and a smile is found on my face
“Your wish is profound and pure, its impact, ground shaking, all I might not see it actualised but I can behold its potential”
Senior said to me, that was one of our last conversations
“It’s no time to slack, the world will soon be in awe”
I say as I take my bag and leave my place

People see the outcome of reality
I behold a future of possibilities
My wish would ensure that
Until then, I carry on

See you next month!

Authors:
Iruoma
Neche Goodnews

Agent

February 18, 2025February 16, 2025Leave a comment

A thousand above me, I’m Joe in a cell
The devil approached me I just wouldn’t sell
I pray that my ex meets Christ at a well
The mercy we sit in, the story we tell
Revival is fire, too holy to quell
I come in a name too holy to spell
They would have used it in movies
They would have finished the groupies
But he who Son frees is a John Wick
And the reason he’s lit is the Spirit,
not the flesh, no the flesh doesn’t profit
But the Spirit is drawing and gifting,
Pastors teachers evangelists prophets.
And the kings of the earth heat a furnace,
But ‘Emmanuel’ isn’t a guy-name
We look human but we’re not the same race
We are victors already in life’s game

Pardon me and all the MC energy
Souls I was sent to are God’s irreplaceably
Not by my specialty but he who lives in me
Everything’s judged by the use they’re bequeathing
I’m born of salvation, an agent of heaven
I doubly owe Jesus, he paid for my saving
I double on serving, I’m dodging the leaven
Our heritage has been edited,
My backup’s angelic, there’s God in my blood
I’m armed to the spirit, my drip is absurd,
Its more than expensive, it’s “Armour of God”

I know

On the surface, I coast like a dolphin
I’m feeling like Thorfinn
Battle scars strike a pose with my farmthings
But I’m focused on holy harvesting
What can be done to one who’s dead already?
Yeah I sit crowned but my head isn’t heavy
He Reigns

Once upon an oops, I was itching on the tripod
Dragon in His shell, wondering what he would hatch for
Many orbits later, I’m assured of what to light for
Life Force,
Everything for The Risen that I write for

Godzniel
(c) 2025

Bread of Life

February 14, 2025Leave a comment

This weakness in my body
Emptiness of my soul
Weariness of my spirit
Vanishes when I feed on Him!
The Bread of life

Bread of life
Given for all
Take your place
Changing our ways
Fill our hearts
Till we want no more

Olufunke Ajegbomogun
(c) 2025

Corporate Repentance

November 25, 2024November 25, 2024Leave a comment

May the Blood of Jesus wash us clean in our hearts
May the grace of God furnish us with contrite hearts
May the rebellious find what God has reserved for them,
but may the repentant find your Mercy oh Lord.

Who is righteous? Who is blameless?
Your Word, Oh Lord, is final.
We, your sheep, cry out for help.
Help us to do right, Help us to walk in your preference
Please keep us among your sacred nation.
We turn away from our greed, for our idolatry;
Please give us the courage to pull down the strongholds,
Using the weapons you have furnished us with
We shall be strong in the power of your might,
Give us life
We ask in the name of Jesus
God of all Flesh, you are our source and our judge
Our King and our Owner
Have mercy on us, and keep us close to you
We are the sheep of your fold, and we have strayed in our foolishness
Chasing pictures of valleys when you have always been trustworthy to us.
Please return us to your pasture
Cleanse us of the rebellious one and renew the right spirit within us

Where can we live without you
We do not want that
We are afraid of a morning without your voice – a dawn without your son
We plead the blood of Jesus on our land
Let the death of the disobedient Passover us.

And in every household, we will teach our children – to fear the Lord.
We tremble at your Word, and we cry Abba Abba, please do not turn away from us.
We submit to your moulding Sir.

We are clay, and which better Potter exists – than you, King of Kings?

Thank you for keeping your eye on us. For what is man, that you are mindful of him?
But you are a kind Father.
We abandon ourselves to your reprimand, for you discipline those you love.

Thank you Jesus
Thank you Lord.

I pray,
We pray,

In the mighty name of Jesus.

– Godzniel
(c) 2024

I choose this place

December 18, 2023Leave a comment

If light and darkness
Could fill the same space
At the same time

Then sin and righteousness
Could co-exist

Then I could love
And hate
And it would be cool

Or I could curse
And bless
With no fuss

Life could be easier
Being in every place

I could be the killer at night
And the healer when it dawns

And I could be the revealer
And concealer
Of truths or lies

But light has its place
And darkness owns its space

And in darkness,
I could sin
And hate
And curse
And kill
And lie

But in light,
I love, I bless, I heal, I speak truth
I am the righteousness of God

In the space of darkness
I owned not myself
I was bound
And did as compelled

But in the place of light
I live freely
Bonded only by love

So,
I choose freely
To stay with light
To live as light
To die as light

I choose the place of light
I choose this place

by Steven Kator Iorfa

BOOK REVIEW: Dear Unloved

July 17, 2023Leave a comment

Author: The Christ A Poet Team
Editor: ChyD
Pages: 33
Publisher: The Christ A Poet Concepts Ltd.
Reviewer: Ubamara Ezenobi

The book Dear Unloved lives up to its title.

It is not unusual for human beings to fall into sad states occasionally, and Christians are not left out of the trend. While these tragic states may be caused by a variety of reasons, the different poets that contributed to this work have proffered only one solution: Christ.

Dear Unloved starts with Osione’s Crackhead, where she passionately describes the addictions we all at some point or the other go through with depression. You can see yourself in the words as she skillfully paints the picture of a man helplessly adapting to his companion. As we ride through the waves the poets craft for us with their symphonies, we find the same symptoms recurrent in the seemingly unloved human. Pain. Listlessness. Deep sadness. All of those words tell the same story.

Many of the poems in this book are duets, causing the rich blend of poetry and passion you’ll find within. There’s Project Proposal for example, where ChyD and Imani remind us of Jesus’ finished work at the cross. In their own words, someone already produced results for this problem. Dear Unloved resonates with suspense as the characters go through their own phases of darkness.

It is not often that I get to review a book that leaves me reading through, spellbound. The sentences got my attention. The choice of words left me amazed, and impressed. Ultimately, I started all over again, because I found it good for my soul.

If you’ve ever felt dark times, and if you are in fact going through dark times now, then Dear Unloved was written with your name beating in the hearts of the poets.

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Five Bullets V

April 17, 20231 Comment

Fifth Bullet: LEAVE THE HARBOR AND SAIL

It is a known fact
You’re safe at home.
But are warships made for the harbor?
Life is warfare
And the sea calls you
You must leave the harbor.
And sail both the calm and raging sea.

Remember sailor,
The sea calls you
And that which is inside you is greater than all the sea monsters.