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
Ash ticks blew blue announcements
Custom notifications
Kuchiyose no Prayer
Ich bin glucklich und teuer
I’ve been waiting upon ya
Lord how long shall we linger?
Don’t ask questions I answered
When you have your own answers
Half obedience is danger
Send a heavenly Witcher
Shege stacks to repentance
Wisdom really is meekness
Godzniel
©2026
I remember when I started to write like this; when I started sinking to feeling the words in jots of bliss, regardless of the proper pause to punctuate. I couldn’t be made to squeeze the grapes. I’d slice over grate, but I thank God that aging doesn’t kill wine.
So this time, I will let the vapors of my diction medicate instead of entertain, since I’m hoping for a different thing.
I’m hoping to divide the truth behind the things our eyes fail to notice.
Not popularity’s secret
But pop reality’s secrets?
Because the race escaped the swift, and the battle escaped the mighty
I was hoping to attain true power, but my greed made me so indecisive.
Lord, if I am a fight…
I am the Lord’s rifle rifling through Holy Words to reload before I snipe a slice of eternity into a generation. They will hear true hymns of Him through me, even when I’m long gone, like a long gun.
I am one of the Lord’s arrows
I was stoned once but Medusa lost
Praise to God, l trust His love
So I pull back with a rejoice, remembering the sharpening of yester years
Obedience breeds obedience, and each level asks for greater grace
That is why I either lay hands or stand and say
I am a branch burning unconsumed and screening to a thousand Moseses.
We are novices, but we become fools without his seal
Everyone has their own part to play in fulfilling God’s multimillienal promises
Even the devil knows the believer gets the best deal
No negotiations needed, we greet them and that’s it
I am
Like my Father who is all in all
I have more faith in God than in Panadol
You can wait on Him and run in faith, a paradox
But those who did nothing but prayed are still not a pair of ducks
Because admitting we didn’t let God choose is where our para docks
And when we think of those we failed to pray for, our para ducks
I am a voice and a face a group of witty words
Being ignored or being shared,
And I rejoice that heaven read
And I rejoice that God is heard
And I realize I’m sharing bread
And it is spirit-led to be praying to be Spirit-led
I remember when I started to write like this; maybe it is a testament to how God made me. And I celebrate the variety of people. Each of us having a measure of God’s spirit that is no more God-shaped, but us individually. And in Christ, we each receive the Spirit of God. We receive Christ, who was one with God without measure.
Who best to wield you, than your maker?
After all, God knows you more than you will ever know yourself
So imagine the wonder, that He will you, and so much more
To the one who believes…
Godzniel
©2026
1st Corinthians 13:13
As 2025 draws it’s last breath
Leaving some of us wondering how fast it went
And 2026 approaches with silent steps
Shrouded in mystery and unknown depths
We must take time to reflect
As the the old gives way to the new
Not on unanswered prayers that our minds would have us dwell upon
But rather with intentionality on the riches of Abba’ goodness
Shifting our gaze from things undone
With laser focus on things he has done
Those blessings we sometimes fail to notice
That our hearts would like to miss
Yes! I speak of those very ones
Considered common, normal, usual
Which are of great value and of immense worth
Only if we pause and think upon them, do we realise how good our God indeed is
Like the gift of life, the very reason we are here today
The unquantifiable blessing of good people, family and friends
Soundness of mind and good health which money can’t buy
The miracle of going out and returning safely EVERY DAY!
Having no human bodyguards yet heavily guarded by God’s invisible angels
The precious gift of salvation we got on a platter of gold
An offer denied to Lucifer and his fallen angels
The Name of Jesus- that wonder working name
That answers us when we cry unto Him
And more that time may not permit me to mention
But which I am sure we all have received
And if like me, you are grateful for His manifold blessings
Chorus with me:
“Thanks be to God who daily loads us with benefits”
Now,
As we march with triumph into the new year
There is a word for you and me
Written in 1st Corinthians 13:13
“And now abides faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest is love
On faith, Remember, faith comes by hearing and hearing the word of God. So feed on the word and believe it as though your life depends on it
For Indeed it does!
For the just trully, shall live by faith
On hope,
Remember Abraham, the father of faith,
Who, against all hope, believed in hope and became the father of all nations
Never lose hope, no matter what, for hope makes one not ashamed!
And on love,
Remember Jesus and how he demonstrated his love for you
Consider His Sacrifice
And never forget your worth, for you are greatly loved, no matter what
So stay grounded in His love
On your highest mountain or
In your lowest valley
For He has said:
“I will never leave you nor forsake you”
AMEN 🙏
Olufunke Ajegbomogun
© 2026
I stand here, witness to a shelter God shaped
not from stone,
but from the quiet, patient ways He mended me.
A refuge lifted from the ruins of every moment
His mercy refused to let define my story.
For years,
I mistook strength for silence
but even the softest prayer can rise like wind,
and mine learned to swell
because God understood my trembling
before it ever touched my lips.
This place, His making
isn’t just somewhere to hide;
it breathes with the memory
of battles I thought would end me
yet left me standing.
Its doors hold the imprint of fears
my Father pressed into the past.
Its watchposts lean into the sky
because He has guarded both my midnights
and every new morning.
Do not call these walls fragile;
they were shaped by the One
who refuses to let my soul collapse.
Every beam carries His assurance,
every layer His voice
reminding me that surviving
is not disgrace, but grace.
I learned a fortress isn’t meant
to keep the world out,
but to remind the heart inside my heart
that it lives under His covering.
So I turn the lock on doubt
and pull wide the openings
where His Spirit enters,
letting courage breathe its way
through every hidden room of me.
So, If you see me standing higher than before,
it isn’t pride, it is gratitude.
Gratitude to the Most High
who raises me, and keeps on raising me.
For even iron can falter,
but the life held in His hands
learns to rise again and in rising,
His stronghold becomes my freedom.
UbdaPoet
©2025
While the world chased shadows and ordinary moments, something extraordinary was brewing in the heart of Penspeak Community Unizik.
On the 20th of March, 2025, we gathered again—not for noise, not for trend—but for truth. Hosted by the ever-vibrant GodzNiel, the atmosphere hummed with quiet expectation.
And just as the sun crept gently across the sky, Mc Wisdom stepped forward. Words found their rhythm, and voices turned into vessels. The floor opened, and what followed was more than just poetry—it was revelation.
CULTURE
This is a culture
Where compassion meets conviction,
A culture that values the least, the last, the lost
Where the humble are lifted, and the proud are pay the cost
A culture of forgiveness, where mercy reigns
Where grace is the currency, and love is the aim
A culture that seeks to serve, to give and to bless
Where the great commandment is lived in the lives of the masses
A culture that welcomes the stranger,
A culture that never lacks provisions nor provider
This is the culture of Christ,
A culture shown through it act
Where love is the foundation,
And faith is rooted in hearts
A culture that transforms,
That renews and makes new
A culture that reflects the beauty,
Of a love that’s true
But he didn’t stop there, for there was dessert…
ASK
“Ask, and it shall be given unto you
A promise from the Father, a truth that’s true
In the book of Matthew,thats Jesus spoken words
An invitation to seek, to knock, and to be heard
Ask, and you shall receive
But do you believe?
Do you trust in the goodness of God’s heart?
Do you believe that He’s willing move the heavens and the earth!, to act?
In the Psalms, David asks for guidance and light
He asks for protection, for mercy, and for might
He asks, and God answers, in the most unexpected ways
A reminder that he knows the plan he has for you that of good and not of evil,
So, just Ask! and you shall receive
But what are you asking for?
Are you asking for wealth, for fame, for power?
Or are you asking for wisdom, for love, for an hour?
In James, it’s written, ‘You have not, because you ask not’
What is Manna that he cannot give to you,but just come,
But ASK, SEEK, KNOCK, REACH AND CLIMB.
He has made provision according to his riches in glory so just …
ASK! …, and watch as God pause the heavens and the earth.
And he summon FAVOR to come to you from everything that has breath.
So,Ask!
and you shall receive, that’s not just a spoken word to you
But a promise from the Father,who is fair and true.”
Just hold on to faith,no fear,
and believe that he hears!
And while we were still in awe of the delicacy he dropped before us, Deelight waltzed through the door, wielding her pen like a sword, ready to butcher our thoughts…
A PRAYER IN THE STORM…
In the rain that soaks through my skin
Bound by thunders that shake my fragile heart
Teach me to number my days…
Teach me to be ignorant to the complacent ways.
School me properly in your faith-like expertise.
School me to discern between your rebuke and a tease.
Illuminate my parietal and occipital lobes
To creatively craft out not just what is but is to come
Illuminate this momental sea fitted with blue strobes.
Teach that I don’t rise after the storm but in the storm
Oh refiner, purify my originality…no be to dey form.
Sharpen my will like a blade forged in the furnaces of adversity
Instruct me on the steps to take to glorify my very own deity…
Numb the norms in my storm till the waves conform
Their tweet storm of opinions will quickly escalate into a firestorm of controversy, eventually leading to a hailstorm of backlash from the public.
For what is dead may never die…
It is only transformed to conform to the image of that which was beheld.
This is my prayer..
Our hearts bare, our souls in need of repair, maybe next month we’d find the solace we need, in words coated in sugar and honey and pressed firmly against our lips…
Authors;
Mc Wisdom
Deelight
Don’t say “Yes Lord”
When your actions say “No”
Don’t live to please the flesh
Above the ONE who says “me first!”
Go to the scriptures and learn from King Saul
A man anointed by God but lived to please his subjects first
God was put in second place
For he chose to please his people above His God
He lost not only his crown but also his throne
His honour and his life all gone in a flash
For Jesus said “No man can serve two masters
He will love one and hate the other
Therefore let no one or thing compete with God
Or take His place in our hearts
Turn it to prayer right now
May the Blood of Jesus wash us clean in our hearts
May the grace of God furnish us with contrite hearts
May the rebellious find what God has reserved for them,
but may the repentant find your Mercy oh Lord.
Who is righteous? Who is blameless?
Your Word, Oh Lord, is final.
We, your sheep, cry out for help.
Help us to do right, Help us to walk in your preference
Please keep us among your sacred nation.
We turn away from our greed, for our idolatry;
Please give us the courage to pull down the strongholds,
Using the weapons you have furnished us with
We shall be strong in the power of your might,
Give us life
We ask in the name of Jesus
God of all Flesh, you are our source and our judge
Our King and our Owner
Have mercy on us, and keep us close to you
We are the sheep of your fold, and we have strayed in our foolishness
Chasing pictures of valleys when you have always been trustworthy to us.
Please return us to your pasture
Cleanse us of the rebellious one and renew the right spirit within us
Where can we live without you
We do not want that
We are afraid of a morning without your voice – a dawn without your son
We plead the blood of Jesus on our land
Let the death of the disobedient Passover us.
And in every household, we will teach our children – to fear the Lord.
We tremble at your Word, and we cry Abba Abba, please do not turn away from us.
We submit to your moulding Sir.
We are clay, and which better Potter exists – than you, King of Kings?
Thank you for keeping your eye on us. For what is man, that you are mindful of him?
But you are a kind Father.
We abandon ourselves to your reprimand, for you discipline those you love.
Thank you Jesus
Thank you Lord.
I pray,
We pray,
In the mighty name of Jesus.
– Godzniel
(c) 2024
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