Hello, My name is Niel and these are the ChristaPoet Freestyle Sessions.
The topic was RELATIONSHIP, on August 7th 2021. But Only I, Niel, wrote at all that day at 5:07pm:
Fire in my eyes, Water on my lips
I get low on highs, But I let The Lord eclipse
And I’ve learned not to bless in human cursive
What’s related to success’s successes is relative
New singles cooking, tell the Nerd to turn it all up
I would get conceited but I pray too much to mess up
Feeling like Paul except he brews more disciples than me
God got babies, I’m a nanny and the job is paying
Z why I’m asking peeps all over Lagos if they’re saved
Fire in a rainstorm
Burning all your doubts
Argument and miracles, pick what you’re about
But we don’t play, we make sure while they make mouth
What’s the line between dinner and a dead man
The hope that won time by creating it
Call the one name that won names in him
Saturated God-ness The Reason and the Risen
But the next day, at 4:43 PM, I felt another write-up itch from behind the doors of my fingers:
Testy testimonials testifying to tasting fire
Tess or Tracy, the test is changing text to power
Traceback to the prophets and testimonies of older
I’ve been with the bandwidth of routers that avoided God
Still, he found ignoring hypocrisy absurd
The soldiers want a soldier made out of the broken hearted
But my God is still turning dead shit into Harpic
And that seemed to touch Godswill somewhere because at 6:21 PM he said:
Prince of Peace that passes all understanding
Cos we shouldn’t be in the valley smiling but check who’s riding with us
I’ve got Shepherd vibes all around me, my victory is unforced
God is creator and life to me
Sustainer and I rely on him
Father and guide to him
Lover so reckless, he died for me
What a savior
Seizing sons off Satan’s sinful sizzle
What a judge
Justly he justifies us as just men through Jesus
What a daddy
Daily dishing doses of divinity to delivered deviants
What a God
And that must have touched Zoe Ziva because at 7:14 PM, Zoe Ziva wrote up:
The One whose throne has emerald circled, whose throne can never be overthrown
Whose voice makes the thunder shiver, clapping in awe and awesome wonder
The one whose whisper is as soft petals kissing the layers of my skin, still His voice is like music harmonizing – a beautiful symphony.
The one whose love makes life take a sit, a sheet, and pen, jotting down in tears.
The One so patient, loving, gracious, and kind still regardless of His many possible options, He chose my heart for His chair.
And Eremi never misses a word party. At 7:22 PM, she bubbled to the surface:
God doesn’t hide behind emojis
Sending a ‘lol’ when you do something funny? When he laughs, distance doesn’t fade the echoes it leaves on your soul
He doesn’t send you a grinning emoji to tell you He’s pleased; your whole being feels it.
He doesn’t send you a ‘happy sweat’ when there’s like a close call. For He’d gone way ahead of the situation to drop the alarm, sending angels in place to make further restrain, and even amidst man’s stubbornness, he still stretches out to deliver.
Ain’t no need to send you ‘hearts’ or a smiley face with hearts when your heart already feels his syncing.
When you desire comfort, a black heart isn’t what he sends; He speaks in you with a voice peaceful amidst raging thoughts. Even an emoji hug can’t give a little spark of such peace and when he hugs you, the warmth chases the cold of loss
He takes no chance at leaving distance to distort His Care-message
His every emotion sends frequencies audible enough for even the hair on your skin to pick
God doesn’t hide behind emojis
He tells you to your face that He loves you
What’s the worst you can do?
No? He receives your ‘No’ with ‘I will never leave you nor forsake you.
And if he ever had an emoji, it will be all the works of his hands, upon which he poured his essence. So if you ever feel distant from Him, lool around you…let the wind remind you of words and when you hear his voice in the roaring of the waves, see his light in the bright rays of the sun. Believe his words when he says He’s all around you and within you.
There. I felt that.
This year, ChristaPoet wants to give you a special perspective on our freestyles. At first, some of these poems were published as stand-alone pieces. But in actuality, each poem is an untitled part of a freestyle session. Each freestyle session is given a topic for the poems to address. The topic you just read was “Relationship.”
The Niel Quchi