LIVING HOPE

For years untold
Lies were paraded and sold
Exchanges made now and then
Men in power lying enslaved
Buried deep down in the wickedness’ cage

Truth walked the street
Not dressed in gold
Speaking from door to door
Disdained, ignored with tremendous loathing
Men bound yet rejecting freedom
Refusing God’s sent ones…

The burden bent men’s backs
Their bones creaking
Their glitter of hope in self fading
Their self-induced efforts yielding lime
Worn out in defeat, man remembered God
Cried out again, again and again

The Lord heard
The Lord in love sent them Moses a deliverer…
He declared to Pharoah God’s words:
“Let my people go!”
A refusal of the kingdom brought untold terrors
On him and his people
God’s power humbled the king until he could take it no more
He sent God’s chosen out in a grandstyle

Today, the oppressor laughs
Forgetting the God of yesterday, today and forevermore
“We have wounded and grounded them
Crushed and defeated followers of the Holy One,” they chant!
Yet heaven laughs at them…
For destruction, permanent and eternal, awaits the evil one
He is a mere walking dead
His fate longtime ago sealed for hell

Rejoice, oh ye saints of the Lord
Shout with triumph, you children of the Most High
For weeping may endure for a night
But surely, morning comes – bright and beautiful
For seasons change, says the Lord!

Olufunke Ajegbomogun
©2026

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Bankrolled by the Most High.
Tears fall, but I don’t cry.
When I fold, peep my preach count—
Made the most of a wrong route.
On the Good News, trotting;
Human wisdom’s nothing.
What is fame when those who remember
Won’t live forever?
Far above the struggling,
So blessed, it’s humbling.
Too much shalom to be bothering—
I’m anxious for nothing.

Mmmmm.
I want my fame in my Jesus forever.
Jesus baby.
Oh yes, I’m a Jesus tata.

Some have doctors, some have pills;
We lay hands and folks get healed.
Text to Life—we do not trust news.
Our videos hunt souls, not views.
Some blame faith on the place of birth;
Well, I am born again.
Some say we all need help from the ancestors—
I kneel to a different reign.

Mmmmm.
I want my fame in my Jesus forever.
Jesus baby.
Oh yes, I’m a Jesus tata.

Even in death, I am fruitful.
I have been harboring truth, though.
I Noah above all the culture;
Even at ease, Jesus has all my attention.

Godzniel
©2026