Lost art of the aimless rant
I’ve done for the audience like I’m vased when I plant
Defaced of my plans but I’m here
The Lord is still my shepherd
And I am scarce want for it all is stimulus for some more prayer
And I learned to hide to jubilate
And run through Anthony village
If I am hid in Christ
I can be absent and have not lost
Still be not lost
Tell me where I’ll be lost at
Godzniel
©2026
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
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
Ye wandering soul
Hungry, thirsty and forsaken
Lost in an endless hole
Of rejection, struggles and pain
Forgotten in the pool of dejection, hopelessness and shame
Hear the clarion call of a mighty warrior
Calling you out of the pool of doom
From a pathway of damnation
From the enslaving arms of the wicked task master
Today, Jesus calls your name aloud
with arms stretched out towards you
Dripping with love and mercy
Full of Grace and truth
Offering you more than the world has to offer
Oh ye wandering soul
Don’t reject his loving embrace this time
Turn from this dead end
To the fountain of the living waters
To the all sufficient one
Who will quench your thirst and save your soul
I’ve been lost in search
On every door with ‘EXIT’
Crest I looked and I
Was reminded I’ve been
There too.
I’ve been lost in search
I tried so many CODES
Just to see if I could the
Mystery CODE decode
But yet again I stood fixed
Face to face with crazy oppositions
With both my hands forming a
Fist and I would ask who do I
Meet?
For an answer so delicate
As where true confidence
Lies I rummaged through
All possible lockers
In search for an express answer
Only to be yet again confronted
By the puckered face of
IMPOSSIBILITY
Some crazy tales from
A blabbing old man who
Once sought similar answers
Only to be left with nothing
repeatedly buzzed
Around my ears like a busy bee
It wouldn’t let me be
I wouldn’t have any of it
My search took a drastic
Turn away from the
Populace to face
The man with the QUEST
Now I ain’t asking anyone
But me and truly I found
An answer.
Though it took me a
While but then I still
Got a befitting reply
That true confidence
Can only be found in
GOD.
Ebubechi
© 2023
The garden,
fresh and full.
I wasn’t alone in the garden.
I named the tress,
I named the birds and beasts, I named the river,mountains and all things.
I was happy with all I named
But a part of me was missing inside me.
I looked for this part of myself in the garden
I looked at the cows
I didn’t find it
I looked at the monkeys
I didn’t find it
I looked all around
Yet I couldn’t find the missing me.
Out of frustration
I ignored a strong part of me in the ocean of nothingness.
I ignored the rhythmic vibration that this lost self keep echoing in space.
But , one day
I slept soundly as usual
In my wood carving shade.
Maybe God came
I don’t remember
But the tortoise affirms
That He opened my body and took a rib to create the missing me for me.
Now standing tall
Standing fulfilled
Standing whole
I have found my entire self.
Ugwu David C. ©2023
Help!
I’m at my wisdom’s end
There are now fewer wisdoms found in my speeches
Words tend to rush out all messed up
Before I remember to clean them up
Making more troubles than giving solutions
Help! Father! I’m at my wisdom’s end
I’d rather your words take hold of my tongue
Help!
Gradually, I am forgetting me
How you see me
How you value me
Living a false life
Is quickly becoming my reality
I find myself lost in doubt
Forgetting you’ve placed me in certainty
Help! Father! I am forgetting me
I’d rather your thoughts about me fill my heart
Help!
I have lost my direction
I think back to be front
And when I try to move
I find out I’m still facing back
My compass isn’t as accurate as I thought it was
It’s broken
Help! Father!
I don’t know where I’m at
But I’m certain you will find me
I’d rather continue this journey with you
Help! Father!
’tis all I can mutter
I no longer have hold over the matter
Father, I know you can hear me
‘Help me!’ Is all I’ve got to say now
Yet, I feel comforted that you do understand
Even more that a thousand words could have explained.
Help! Father!
I really need you.
Pearlythoughtz
© 2022
Dear old rugged cross
Blessed are you among wood and timber
Because on you rested the greatest sacrifice ever
On that night at Golgotha
On you was my Jesus crucified
And now I stand justified
Before the God of my salvation and life
Dear old rugged cross
It hurts to tell you that many are lost
And those who remain cling to a civilised cross
They have forsaken the ancient landmark
While on a self-satisfaction task
Ignorantly falling to damnation on a fast track
Yes you may have seen some violence
But not as much as there is in my presence
For the love of men wax cold
And iniquity is in abundance
The time of true faith fades away
And religion, false belief finds its way
And unfortunately, the Christians refuse to take their place
I must confess you are quite heavy
And I might stumble and fall on this journey
But all my cares on Jesus I lay
Dear old rugged cross
On you, I sacrifice all my flaws
As I wait for my Lord’s applause
Yours sincerely,
The Young Believer
Ezeonyeka Godswill
(C) 2011
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