Tag: love

BELOVED,

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Good day and welcome to another recap of freestyle Friday. It’s always a blessing to share these moments with you. This past Friday, the 7th of March, 2025, our phenomenal host, GodzNiel, presented us with multiple thought-provoking topics for expression:
TOPICS:
1. FREED
2. ASK
3. BELOVED
4. ANXIETY VS DILIGENCE

We kicked off with this profound quote from the captain himself Godswill Ezeonyeka:
The only love worth talking about is God’s!

I couldn’t agree more—so simple, yet deeply profound.

Hannah D’Ginus followed up with this short but powerful masterpiece::
A.S.K
I know you must have seen this
Ask is the acronym of Ask, Seek, and Knock
If you have not gotten an answer, just know you haven’t asked.

Then GodzNiel came in with these stirring lines:
Freed warriors
Freed stories of God’s building
God budding
Freed stables of the Love driven
Mercy interfered with a lie here and there
We’re the party that chose Truth and Dare
We die daily and preach Christ, we do dare.

Hannah D’Ginus wasn’t done yet. She continued with this electrifying piece:
Energy
Just praying the Word
You are supercharged
You’ll use lightning for fuel and thunder as convoy

Just praying the Word
You’ll see Satan in his true form
Trying to stop you
Sending fear as his tool

Just praying the Word
You become aware of Zion’s assembly
You hear things that will be preached on Sunday

Just praying the Word
You activate angelic activity
You’ll know you are not alone
You’ll find speedily the way to the city

Just praying the Word
You’ll forget time exists

Words straight from the Masters table! We just can’t get enough, can we?

The captain Godswill Ezeonyeka swooped in again with this introspective piece::
Men know the rich one
Wealth like make-up, a fading beauty

Men know the strong one
Brawn bursting at the seams, ever leaking

Men know the accomplished one
Purposeful strides painting only the past

But do men know the loved ones
Whose sins are forever forgiven

Do men know the loved ones
Who sits content in the rest of another

Do men know the loved ones
Do men know they were loved once?

This freestyle Friday was concluded in style with this thought-provoking piece from GodzNiel:
Hehehe…

What happened to God’s will
Is it no longer enough to be God’s beloved?
Is it no longer sought after
— to be fed with manna
— to quell famines with quail, and
walk across seas on dry land?

Who freed us from the Fear of the Lord?
Why are there scolding scowls haunting me when I ask?
Is the way of the Lord no longer the pilgrimage of His Beloved?
In the face of all this greed that sewed us new pockets, who cares enough about obedience—
To dismount Ang Xayiti, the knight mare that overides our diligence?

But seriously
What happened to God’s will?

We experienced nothing short of an ethereal Friday. As always, it’s great doing this with you🥂. Till next time, stay in God’s will ✨.

AUTHORS
Godswill Ezeonyeka
Hannah D’Ginus
GodzNiel

A tale of compassion and faith

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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

To an Unknown God

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Sometimes Church feels like Athens
Worship-wielding wanderers wondering

To whom do we gather in obedience?
Men masking maladies making monuments?

Our fellowship should be love in experience
For Father’s foundations form family finesse

So from what root then comes our difference?
Banal boastings blurring basic believing

To a known God shall be the gathering of brethren
Rightly revealing restful reverent righteousness

In knowing God the Church must find her essence
Honing humans hosting heaven – holy harness

  • Ezeonyeka Godswill
    (c) 2025

Ye Wandering Soul

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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

  • Olufunke Ajegbomogun
    (c) 2025

TEMPLE RUN

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This week’s Freestyle Friday carried its own divine flair. The host introduced four remarkable topics, and what followed was a beautiful journey of creativity. Let’s get started.

TOPICS:
1. SAFETY
2. BONDAGE
3. TEMPLE RUN
4. SPIRITUAL PARALLAX
DATE: 29TH NOVEMBER, 2024
HOST: GODZNIEL

Godswill Ezeonyeka set the tone perfectly with this thought provoking piece :
Are we safe when they are no more threats in the room?
Are we safe when our minds finally chooses silence?

Are we safe when our sacrifices bear forth worthy fruit?
Are we safe when our lover loves our very essence?

Are we safe when we know every detail time is yet to produce?
Are we safe when we never forget any breathe we’ve spent?

And after that, the ever-graceful Hannah D’Ginus gave us this:
We say we are running the temple smoothly, but we are in prostitution
We claim to love the body, but we bow to other idols along with him
Salty-Fresh water
We claim we have heard of this
Selah

We say we are running this temple, but why does our shadow chase us?
If God is our Father, why do we behave like orphans?
Why can’t His reflection engulf us?

We claim we are always in zion, but why does our strength fail us?
Why do we insist on sewing fig leaves?
Why does fear haunt us?

We can not claim to run this temple when eyes don’t meet, hatred breeds, bitterness lingers while we smile with our open teeth,

The next time you claim you are part of this temple
Do a routine check if you are part of the assembly running it or if it’s just another temple run episode.
Selah

Godswill Ezeonyeka stepped in once more with this:
We can not claim to run this temple when eyes don’t meet, hatred breeds, bitterness lingers while we smile with our open teeth,

I want to hear this delivered like “boom boom boom” (if you know you know)

Then came this masterpiece by Damaris:
Chains have gotten fancy.
Fetters laced with gold
Handcuffs that bling

Chains have become a fashion statement
When we wear sin proudly on our necks
And bind them boldly over our hearts

Everyone is doing it
And so we kiss freedom goodbye
And exchange peace for pain
Addicted to our captor
Brainwashed to believe Stockholm syndrome is true love

But today our eyes are opened
Our chains are broken
Our freedom has truly begun and the bondage is over

GodzNiel stepped in with this gem:
Spiritual Parallax

I heard someone say, “Context is King.”
I raise you a jot of prophecy
Jesus rules all day and week
Strength to those who know they are weak
Fixed my eyes, didn’t need your Brille
I can’t fake how He keeps it real
Flesh of Christ overcame the Grill
I got the Christ-end of the deal

Yah

Mmmm – She said, you were never righteous
I said, Let The Lord touch us
Lose myself to what he taught us
Shadows never really light us – but Christ does
Its your choice – Best or worst
Can’t teach life to any dead ones
They keep saying we are brainwashed
Dodging anything that God loves
Finding newer ways to get lost
Prophets many, but he died once
Martyrs marketing without pause

And he said, I just don’t see it like that;
Science and Culture thrive on facts.
So I said, that’s spiritual parallax,
Trusting in things that changed in the past.
Row, Row, Row, roam the earth and its stats
You’ll see, the Word of God is still exact
So it’s either you live or leave like that
Is your story one of faith or fact?

With this divine words by GodzNiel, Freestyle Friday was concluded beautifully :
Temple Run

Temple, run
Run away to God’s hand
Build upon the Lord’s land
Yes his plan is more grand
He protects the unmanned
Block the bricks of sin’s clay
Win though windows sync lairs
Lairs of serpents, seen clear
God is how the scenes clear

Temple, run away from flooding your foundations
Except it’s with the Word – choose holy arbitration
Hearken – send the word across the sensations
Tell the heart to quarantine emotions
We only speak life, this is spirit medication
The boundaries join to spell dedication

Temple, run away from living off the flesh’ food
You might need to hear the Word of God just to do good
Keep a tight lip, don’t let trouble pair your Bluetooth
Good shoes – preach the Gospel in and out of issues

Temple
Run by the grace and mercy example
You won’t find Jacob with an angel but a limp will
Keep still
Chasing coin is never on a King’s will
Narrow is the way, be obedient and be nimble
Temple, sit and run in Christ or the people.

This has been an incredibly enriching experience. Thank you for always being a part of it. Till we meet again, stay blessed 🥂

Authors
Godswill Ezeonyeka
Hannah D’Ginus
Damaris
GodzNiel

LIVING FAITH

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In its unique divine fashion, Freestyle Friday unfolded beautifully. With guidance from the host, we delved into four amazing topics that inspired creativity. Let’s dive in.

TOPICS:
1. SPIRITUAL
2. 21ST CENTURY IDOLATRY
3. SYMPTOMS OF PRIDE
4. LIVING FAITH
DATE: 22ND NOVEMBER, 2024
HOST: GODZNIEL

Our first highlight was this remarkable piece shared by GodzNiel:
Slippery sips of satanic symphonies, soaked in separation from the source of my soul and peace
Sole my feet, Lord, with your sanity
Save me from my senses sensing flesh and seeing it as serendipity

Sour sower
Wincing is for seconds till the salve does it’s thing
2nd Samuel chapters seven and seventeen
Until it’s time for battle, the Lesson sits as unsavory
Sons are Temples and sacrileges will meet severity
Souls are sacred and blood-shedding isn’t inconsequential
Sin, please excuse me, but I’m acting right like Kate Henshaw
Nuttall

Not all who cry, “Lord, Lord…” really mean it
Surnames surely speak but I’m sure to name God every minute
God in how I speak life, and God in how I live it
How I give it
I don’t just die, I exit

GodzNiel continued:
Spirit of Peace
Soaked me since I fight the fight of faith
What is a jinx? Christ is my cleanse
My bed’s already made
Yes I’m ready-made
Fit to do the works from what He said
Yah
That’s my answer and that’s how I’m paid

God is my reward and my ransom
Devil thought he had one, should’ve noticed I’m handsome
Hands lifted high, worshipping with reckless abandon
Oh yes I believe that nothing happening is random

So catch me kabashing in the evening on a Sunday
I dodge any flirting, no I don’t play
Balling when I’m preaching ’bout the Lord’s Day
When every knee shall bend from Antarctica to Bombay

But if you try to cause a penalty,
Just know The Lord is my Keeper
Angels no dey finish, no dey try Ebenezer
The name of the Lord is a Tower and Defender
Omega
Beware of Hail, Lightning and Fire.

He wasn’t ready to stop there
GodzNiel continued:
Twenty first Idolatry
Pop stars singing about demonology
Kid play dates could be an orgy
And I can’t speak truth when I’m in public
But the icons want their all white party
Follow me off to the secret places
Where the bros drop God before they sow seeds
And they tell God, “Chill, it’s just a movie.”
Then they switch to, “Sha, I love the music.”
Can’t say No? Then it’s Yes to Sin scenes?
Then we argue about Book we didn’t read since
Did the Lord not notice all my thinkings
And I guess God now permits debauchery
Take a puff, G, Nature gave us Mary

Twenty First Century Idolatry
I am a man. Can’t disappoint my family
For the bag, and the shame of my enemies
Don’t talk if you’re not talking currency
Curently
Do you know what this job means to me?
I got Bills, what will you do for me?
In the end, I dey pay tithes and offerings
Suffering
For the Gospel?
Cannot be me
Only time I dey suffer na when Sapa hol’ me

Twenty first Century Idolatry
Still searching for someone to take care of me
Most of these men can’t afford me
If I wasn’t well-trained, Omo na Harlotry
But I’mma get married and glow
Different
Next up, born Manasseh and Ephraim
If I don’t get boo’d, what’s the essence
Of being this fine? Naa, e no go make sense
I’mma tell my Boo He’s my everything
And I can’t live without him
Even though he’s the Eighteenth
Me I can’t breath without him
And I can’t live without that skincare
Don’t you know that I’m a soft girl

Twenty first century idolatry
The bible isnt written to a time such as this
No way that God could have foreseen all this
And who needs faith when you have surgery?
Just chill, death will soon be made obsolete
While you were praying, I was switching ballot boxes
Who dyu have in Senate? I already have the most seats
Vox populi Vox Dei? Not in these circumstances
I am here for the politics,
You can focus on visiting Paul in ink

Twenty first century Idolatry
Anything but seeking God first indeed

The final highlight of Freestyle Friday came from Olufunke with this one :
Rid me of I
And I will be rid of pride
Rid me of self
And I will be rid of flesh

All my days
May I always be looking up
Unto the hills
And never at that Oga at the top

May my faith stay poised on thee
Thou lamb of calvary
When my throat is parched
In a thirsty land

And when my days are done
And my years are gone
And I hear that trumpet call
May you still by then
remain my all in all.

It’s been such a rewarding time here. I’m grateful we could do this together. Until next time, keep in the consciousness that You are Gods beloved🥂

Authors
GodzNiel
Olufunke

Fisher of men

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Hello there! I trust your day has been delightful. It’s the perfect time to enjoy these creative highlights from Freestyle Friday.

Topic: FISHER OF MEN
DATE: 1ST NOVEMBER, 2024
HOST: GODZNIEL

This journey began elegantly with a stunning work from the captain Godswill Ezeonyeka:
Catching men is fishy business
Lives transformed is our witness
If God be in us and He is our dwelling
Fishing men out is rescue and not for selling

And then, from the sophisticated GodzNiel:
Then
. Knit the word into bread
And cast it on the waters, led
Hand in Father’s hand, repeating what he said
Into all knowledge, except of the beds they made

We are not bed warmers, we have the comforter
So we tell the bed shift, we sleep on stormed boats and wake to walk water
Excuse me Ma

We are not bench warmers, we have the bread and fish that thousands need
The Holy seed
The cure for greed, it’s true water
Fill the jugs, serve the parties, and register
The bellies springing forth springs of this Mutter
They’re Golgotha
The last junction before Forever for some other

We are not just lost sheep, we are burning bushes
Calling out to your Moses
It’s time for this, to do the work of evangelist
Excuse me Sis

I don’t just swerve, I serve
But I know you catch my drift
My tire is for the African forming traditionalist
If Christ is from white men, Simon was a siren for this
But please, we understand if you’re too black for this
Go and mental health your demons, don’t stand to close to this
Steer clear of the saint or stains will catch your drift
Excuse me Miss


Ini Brown came in majestically with this great piece:
“I’m out fishing” my last letter said
Whipping word and worship up to bake a better bread.
My lived testimony, I’ve learnt is better said
Rhema hitting when spitting what the letter read

I’m out fishing for men of hate
Hurt souls make hot coal of their heart’s state
But the Lord’s love can come through and end any debates
“Lazarus come out”. You call that faith? I call that bait.

I’m out fishing, with neither steel rods nor a silver tongue
Only his words at work to keep me strong
Anything besides is dead, wrong
“If any man be in Christ…'” , I guess any man can belong.

Then GodzNiel followed with this:
I’m fishing for hearts, my bait is his voice
Avoiding debate while wielding the bait
I’m skillful with it and krumping on snakes
A Jeze had bit, I’m Paul with the shakes
Ben’Jesse my P, my spear never shakes
The demons they sent are pumping on brakes
We’re wonders and signs, He gave what it takes
The Sons of The Lord, Creation awaits

Ha!

Prayer sessions every week
Strong in God is never weak
He said, Blessed are the Meek
Soak and drinking from his Creak
The 99 that joined to seek
The narrow way it is for me
The many farmers sowing seeds
Father guard us from the weeds

Unbelievers busy calling me Freak
Doesn’t matter cause Jehovah is Peak
Long before him when tomorrow was bleak
Love found me when I didn’t know to seek
Mercy graces, how I’m turning the cheek
While they argue whether Hebrew or Greek
Beware the weapons that we wield when we speak
Sometimes strongholds are simply a trick

Aha!

If any man be in Christ
If any among you be wise
Is any on the Lord’s side
Is any going fishing tonight?

GodzNiel continued…
What if no one ever fished me,
…no one ever went on two knees to liberate me
…no one ever opened their bible to teach me
Beats me, I might have never reached where you meet me

God is my stairs and my lifting
He is how I’m moving and He has been awaiting

I don’t think it’s possible to keep me from him
Across a sea of ignorances he will find me
Love
Holy CPR from my Soul King
Tell me why I no go loudly advertise him
Baptise me in his evangelism

Pull
Funny how they try to get away
Sea of life’s teeth and they’re swimming that way
Saved to eternity but they’d rather die today
All the while thinking, “It’s my life anyway.”

Gbagaun

God’s process on everything
God’s viewpoint over everything
If he didn’t say Move, better sit still
And the Devil needed Job’s mouth to get him killed

Mighty Rock, Conqueror and Healer
Merciful to foes who spit at your favor
If you even blinked, they all would just ‘never’
And yet you gently play the good Shepherd

Warrior

So kind, to chill is your nature
Who else can really tell the future
2024 predicted from Isaiah fifty-seven
Reminds me of Jeremiah twenty-nine Eleven

You alone are worthy of the Marketing
You alone are worthy of the worshipping
Merciful and Mighty in your Majesty
Holy Holy God, You are Everything

Godswill Ezeonyeka came in again with this quote from Steffany Gretzinger:
If my heart could tell a story
If my life would sing a song
If I have a testimony
If I have anything at all
No one ever cared for me like Jesus
His faithful hand has held me all this way
And when I’m old and grey
And all my days are numbered on the earth
Let it be known in you alone
My joy was found

We ended Freestyle Friday on a high note with this gem by Miracle:
Words without teeth
But sharper than any sword
Words harvested from the soil of divinity
Thrown into the deep with barbs
Catching on the souls of the needy
Hanging on like Captain Hook
Making tardigrades jealous
Men were the assignment
Tentacled words my handiest tools
Fishing’s not so difficult ehh?

What an incredible time we shared. I appreciate you always being here. Till next time, Keep on fishing men for Christ🥂.


Authors
GodswillEzeonyeka
GodzNiel
Ini Brown

Forty Days Famished

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Hello again! I trust your day has been wonderful. I believe it’s a good day to read through these powerful creative pieces from a freestyle Friday.
Topic: FORTY DAYS FAMISHED
DATE: 20TH SEPTEMBER, 2024
HOST: GODZNIEL

We commenced gracefully with this piece from GodzNiel:
I have to be an example
All of my days, the chances were ample
Scrape underneath when the company is supple
Tumble at dawn, very regretful

I have to be an example
So I set my feet on his throttle
Set my ink on his blog, will
God be what I adore, will
I be wasted and sore, living in double
Praying for double

I have to be an example
Effective though these exams pull
My focus off being humble
Obedience is how I should crumble
Crumbs
Bullied their ways into how I fed
I shall not lack though I have no bread
Pouting at what Holy Father said
No divination, Mash Burnedead
The Lord said His grace is sufficient
Then sent my eyes to Ephesians
Lord please don’t let my enemies chuckle
He answered, was Jesus not humbled?
Spat at and nailed to a cross of course
Just so he’d make you too blessed to curse
If you will be an example, these forty days might just have to double

GodzNiel continued…
Pulled into the world of my spirit
My eyes adjust to God’s verses and God wit
The Word made flesh declares my flesh buried
I rose with him like a Garri baptism
Holy Nepotism,
miss me with the second death
Being born of God is when you take your first breath
Being a martyr is all that matters, I don’t choose the color
Emmanuel forever, To him be all the power!

Ten days times four, I’ll serve him every hour
Let God be true and all men be liar
I get fattened from the whispers in my Spirit
And for tea days, Christ is bread and yeah I deep it

Then the captain Godswill Ezeonyeka came in with this piece:
If fully fed female found forbidden fruit fit for fantasy fiddling
Then fasting fights from flaws for fallen fickle feinds fostering faith.

Tongue twisting and soul blessing yeah?

Then from the genius Hannah D’Ginus:
It takes forty days to lose
To lose fat
To lose cravings
To lose addictions
To lose appetite of all kinds
To lose the desire
Desire for fame
For muscle power
For talking gibberish
To discerning spirits
Knowing who spoke
Knowing what’s outdated and what’s updated
Knowing who to listen to and who to avoid
Knowing the better of two goods
The lesser evils…

GodzNiel came in again with this:
Applause for the pause of a son
Off of the world and it’s woes, I was sawn
Race to the heavenlies, Nike’s getting worn
When it’s by grace that this race can be won

One to the throne, on his way to be Cyrus
Two locked in frolicking, sore-licked in desires
Three days later, the stone rolled aside
Four times ten are the days I fought pride
Five kings defeated by Four in a fight
Seek first the kingdom and light up the night
Seven times seven times plus one to jive
We ate in the jubilee
Benign thoughts tryna bend reality
Ten over ten only tends from the Lord
Count on the Lord, or zero on the Sword

Then Godswill Ezeonyeka:
Stoney bread served on a platter
Falling man with angel insurance
Earth’s kingdoms for the worshipper
All na wash when Jesus dey the matter

And we concluded the freestyle Friday with this one by GodzNiel :
I think I got more cocky
The hard things started easing me forward
I think I got less hungry
I now know that the manna is plenty
I think I lost my insecurity
Persecutions after, what is attack to me
Lock me away in the wilderness
God’s loving tenderness is still the edge of zestiness

I am a voice in the wilderness
Echoing worship in silence
Now I can blitz through words like type writer; I’m the type to write faster
Fasting in slow-mo, my faith is belligerent
I am no Xman, I am just excellent
Not in my slash or it’s quality
But in the obedience to who sent me

Lock me away in the palm of my God
I was the prodigal son in the mud
Forty days later, I found Apocrypha
If he sees me coming, the devil may cry sha
Knees on the ground to the Alpha
I chose his blood over fanta,
How far?
It’s easy to say that we do it for Jesus,
But then go so silent when no one will praise us
To write up a vision and tuck it away
Like Revelation Ten, two to four
And Daniel Twelve, verse four
I guess I have grown, now I know who I’m for

I’m loving this twenty twenty-four
I’m learning to really wait on the Lord
And I know that this is a fresh start
I’m playing for keeps like Mozart.

It was a very impactful time we had here. Thank you always for doing this with me. Till next time, stay blessed 🥂.

Authors:
GodzNiel
Godswill Ezeonyeka
Hannah D’Ginus