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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

Ode to my father

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As a father carries his son, all the way you went until you reached this place.
Deuteronomy 1:31

My father believes that children
Are God’s benevolence to a lineage
Treasures committed to their parents
So he lets himself shepherd them
Offering fortification & fortune

I’ve heard of fathers who bathe their children with curses
& then dry their future with a flaming tongue
But my father wakes up every morning
Breaks the dew of heaven on us
Greening us to greatness with his prayers—
Our shield against daily darts

Today, we are the celebrities he couldn’t become;
Giants the world applauds
But he, an unnamed hero who
Laid down his armour to watch us win
Oh, my father is such a jewel among other fathers!

– Ayooluwa Imisi
(c) 2024

Mobile Pharmacy

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He has a complete pharmacy,
Unlike the fancy stores
Across your streets and
Mine with those fancy billboards
In front,
On it could be
crested
bills pharmacy,
where you go most times
And they tell you we don’t
Have Combantrine

We’ve got oral drip though,
So much for an immobile
Medicine store,
Expect disappointments
Once….once,
Next time it could be
Lumefantrine who took
A month leave,
Man’s ways leaves around
So many loopholes

It’s  fair to admit
 man’s methods
Can’t make anyone
Completely Whole,
That’s the exact reason
CHRIST came in
Form of man,
That by his stripes
We’re made whole
Complete and without deep holes

God is a mobile pharmacy
He came in form of man
We didn’t fancy,
Went about healing people
Of all kinds of infirmities
Not for once did CHRIST say
I’ve got no miracle for a
Leprous man and many others,
Rather he laid hands on
Men and got rid of their diseases.

God is a mobile pharmacy
In him there’s no SOLUTION
Lacking,
While the doctors cure
He heals and makes
Whole completely,
God is a mobile pharmacy
In him comes all emergency
And of course they get their
Required attention.

Ebubechi
© 2023

Rise from the Dust

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Love, I need you to rise from the dust.
You might not have the best words,
But I need you to speak
You wouldn’t move mountains with your thoughts.

Love, I need you to give that warmth
You might not be the best fit
But I need you to try
You wouldn’t feed with folded arms.

I need you to feel – again.
Feel the compassion that runs through My veins.
Since you are a child of me,
You’d see men as I do with the eyes of Mercy.

I need you to see – again.
Walk this path, it’s yours
Don’t forget who is always beside you,
Don’t forget who has always held your hands,
Don’t forget whose love has taught you,
Don’t forget whose words have kept you.

Love, I need you to be – again,
I need you to rise from the dust.

Jahzrhythm
© 2023

He Beckons

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Where are you man in grief,
In regret of past decisions or locked in brackets of unanswered questions?

Where are you man in lust,
In a pool of vain imagination or full of scorn from last night’s bile?

Where are you man in doubt,
Trapped in a cage of uncertainties or navigating the complexities of your path?

Where are you man in desperate mode,
Awake in your worries or embracing options that don’t serve you?

Where are you man in unbelief,
Crafting your ways or rejecting help from zion?

God’s hands are reaching out
Bekoning…

Accept His comfort through grief and unanswered questions.

He is reaching out, beckoning…
Accept his help to break free from that habit.

He is reaching out, beckoning…
Accept His wisdom to deal with the affairs of men.

He is reaching out, beckoning…
Accept His peace to calm the raging storm.

He is reaching out, beckoning…
Accept His son that you might have everlasting life.

Imani Dokubo
© 2023

Gethsemane

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The garden reminds me of him

Bowed down, he bore weights too heavy before they ever landed. My Lord knew the battle was fierce to fight and he would not let me suffer. No, he would do the fighting. If this price had to be paid, then he would do the paying.

The garden reminds me of him

The Lord of glory had need for help. Every minute brought him closer and every gesture was a prayer. He that was everyone’s everything had no one’s nothing to journey with him. Alone he must go. A lone seed to be sown.

The garden reminds me of him

Before the curtain fell on sin’s final payment.  Before ever a drop of blood hit the floor. Before stripes parted his skin and men killed the one that healed them. The garden bore witness to my Lord’s humanity. The garden bore witness to this man’s divinity.

The garden reminds me of him

Ezeonyeka Godswill
(C) 2022

A LETTER TO MY OLD RUGGED CROSS

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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

Words for My Father

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Baami,
For the times your words enveloped my fear,
Times your voice echoed courage into my soul,
And you became strength for my arms,
When the weight of the world became too heavy for me to bear,

Nna,
You built an image our lives could reflect on,
And carved words into pointers to guide us,
As we journeyed through the world,
You denied yourself of pleasures,
So we could afford the luxury we desired;
A price you’d pay as long as you had breath in your lungs,

How can I forget the touch of your rod,
A few lashes to straighten us when we went wrong,
How can I forget lessons enriched in respect, integrity and diligence,
Lessons drawn from the scenes of your life,
Lessons we could hold in the palms of our hands,
Lessons that moulded us into the men we are today!

Abba,
I choose to count my flowers while the sun still shines upon your face and the wind gently caresses you,
When the air in your lungs still warms up your chest,
And your heart still beats,
Today, I choose to celebrate you for being nothing short of a father!
Happy Father’s day Baami.


And to those Father who has gone beyond this world,
We choose to remember you and say you live on in hearts!

Olaoye Adeleye
(C) 2022