Son God

June 30, 2026June 27, 2026Leave a comment

Blood
The sea of molten mortality rivers it’s way through thousands of arteries
And not in vain…
Although, the resulting could still be an exercise in vanity.
Come with me.
To the records of slain fathers
—Sullied and grown mothers
Without which
The next generation would be a lil low on the first stitch
Long before Nine
Think Abel
Increasing the right volume
We need God’s labels
To open the right bottle

Bone of my Bones
The hard part isn’t amputation but definition
—doctored derision
Because it was when I stopped asking about Rahab
And started asking folks about Eve—then I discovered
You spent three nights in another Adam’s Eden.
The joke’s dry now but it swam with the seamen
I clock way different from when I trusted feelings
Deductions only add up when divide God’s stories
No flaws on this
He is how we win though
Stay with me—

Muscles are for shrugs
To squeeze in extra goodwill amidst a hug
With only one strategy —spin the block
Because strength is not what wins battles
Strategy, time and chance still argue
Yet if a man can pray
God is not deaf, or indifferent
Think with me

Skin and flesh
Gram of meat
Inflated instances of sentient parchment
Animated beyond the animalistic
Forgetful of every moment before we first recognize our names
Breathe with me

In time,
We are introduced to Life
To taste it and handle it
To speak it and be led by it
In time, every heart can read the plan
And by an offer to upgrade to premium
The mortal mist becomes a dead man
He must return to draw first blood
if he will become a son of God.

Dialysis in the Spirit
And then one by one
Miracle by miracle
A son is given

A child is born

Godzniel
©2026

As I am

June 27, 2026June 20, 2026Leave a comment

They say a man is measured
by the weight of his word.

If that is true,
then I stand no taller than politicians—
men fluent in promise,
faithless in keeping,
yet returned to power
by the same hands they failed.

Maybe this is Nigeria.
Maybe this is salvation.

God, choosing men like me
with a history of broken vows,
each one carried
on the tip of my tongue.

And every time I fall short,
He leans close—
not to condemn,
but to remind:

There is grace for this.
Enough to stand again.
Enough to stand before Him.

He asks for nothing polished,
only that I come
as I am.

Olaoye Adeleye
©2026

Greetings

June 25, 2026June 20, 2026Leave a comment

Calvary greetings from our Father, the Lord of Host,
The King of heaven
Who was
And Who is
And Who is to come,

The Lord,
Mighty are His Works,
Great are His words
Nothing spoken ever returns void,
It must accomplish,
Though it tarries

Listen, you who labour,
Thou heavy-laden fellow,
Listen to the Word of the Lord,
Rest is here,
Salvation has come
And He bids you, come

“I’m gentle and humble,”
He says,
“I’ll give you rest for your souls,”
He says,
“Take my yoke, for it’s light,”
He says,

Greetings, child of God.
This is the Word of the Lord.

The Edet Isiting
©2026

LIVING HOPE

June 23, 2026June 20, 2026Leave a comment

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

Agent

February 18, 2025February 16, 2025Leave a comment

A thousand above me, I’m Joe in a cell
The devil approached me I just wouldn’t sell
I pray that my ex meets Christ at a well
The mercy we sit in, the story we tell
Revival is fire, too holy to quell
I come in a name too holy to spell
They would have used it in movies
They would have finished the groupies
But he who Son frees is a John Wick
And the reason he’s lit is the Spirit,
not the flesh, no the flesh doesn’t profit
But the Spirit is drawing and gifting,
Pastors teachers evangelists prophets.
And the kings of the earth heat a furnace,
But ‘Emmanuel’ isn’t a guy-name
We look human but we’re not the same race
We are victors already in life’s game

Pardon me and all the MC energy
Souls I was sent to are God’s irreplaceably
Not by my specialty but he who lives in me
Everything’s judged by the use they’re bequeathing
I’m born of salvation, an agent of heaven
I doubly owe Jesus, he paid for my saving
I double on serving, I’m dodging the leaven
Our heritage has been edited,
My backup’s angelic, there’s God in my blood
I’m armed to the spirit, my drip is absurd,
Its more than expensive, it’s “Armour of God”

I know

On the surface, I coast like a dolphin
I’m feeling like Thorfinn
Battle scars strike a pose with my farmthings
But I’m focused on holy harvesting
What can be done to one who’s dead already?
Yeah I sit crowned but my head isn’t heavy
He Reigns

Once upon an oops, I was itching on the tripod
Dragon in His shell, wondering what he would hatch for
Many orbits later, I’m assured of what to light for
Life Force,
Everything for The Risen that I write for

Godzniel
(c) 2025

The Fathers Pride

June 14, 2024July 16, 2024Leave a comment

When your falls end up on the trampoline
When you are celebrated like a muddy kid
When you have a trash can to let out how you feel
When you have a diary to express your promises, your vows on impulse
When you make deals with dirty hands and bounce out because you have backup
When you talk rashly and he saves you from the consequences
When you had to say you are saved because your looks do not say so
When your uniform is all flesh and no authority
All bark and no bite
Harmless as a dove but not wise
Gentle as a dove but not bold
Too many call him Saviour
Yet not willing to join his league
Save others with your skin
Be the servant that wears the crown

If only you make him Lord so he can wear you as glove
He saved you but he cannot make the most out of you

Tell me, whose father will be happy
The one who sees a son take his car keys and drive mommy to pick the groceries
Or the one whose grown up son still begs to be taken to the candy shop

Not through the corners anymore
It is you I speak of!
You who has refused to let him make you his kind
You who has refused to do his bidding, close his deals, take his ideas into reality
Yes, you who has refused to use the gifts embedded in you
To double it
To perfect it by the reason of use

Is it too much to ask?
To live a life of the One who died in your stead?
Had to come back to life so Guilt will not become your friend
Had to stay back so that you will not lose track
Too many call him Saviour
Very few know what it means for him to be Lord
I hope you are the few.
I have said enough.

Hannah DGinus
©2024

Immortal Strategy

April 11, 2023July 16, 2024Leave a comment

Hello Friends!

It’s been a hot minute since we did this, and how I’ve missed you lovely people. I hope you all had a wonderful weekend, and an even better Easter celebration? I know I did. Last Freestyle Friday, while we celebrated the perfect plan of God in Salvation, we tried to answer a very important question; Could you have strategized your life better than God has?

While we pondered on this, and reflected on the gift we have been given in the nature of God’s life, His power, and our beloved eternal family, two of our very talented poets edified us with poems on the topic Immortal Strategy.

Niel our host started as usual with this beautiful piece;

Question is for people who have counted paces
Seen that they did not always make healthy choices
Who betrayed the fam for half the stew of Esau
Oxlade in the dark, not caring that he saw

Me?
My strategy was a hole in me, I’d never be all I need be, Sin CV
Plans on plans to balablu the lack
Flutter through the waves for pay to stack
Piggyvesting testing the waters too small for shark do
And then the jealousy extends from me to those with more goods
And I could be tied if I relied on half the limits I have
But I have defied half of the grind, my help is meet forever

Healthy meat and pepper
It rests on King Yeshua
God my planner
The one who waters from a rock in the sun
To us a son is given, to us a child born

The right trajectory dodges when power thinks it might
The race is not to the SWIFT, the OS is the Spirit
I’d rather travel a lot, than go the way of Lot
If God is righting my writing, I’ll let him build the plot

Strategy divine
First step is listen
Next thing I needed
Was yielding to his mission
Seeking first the kingdom
Yielded my ambition

Being reborn with God’s own name and ammunition

Phew!

If you wanted a chunky, beautiful ride on words, with a sweet reminder that we are horrible planners, even worse decision makers, and had little in the form of strength to save ourselves from those bad decisions, then this poem was it! Thank God for God who is capable of saving even the worst of us from ourselves ehh?

The next piece came from our beautiful Hannah DGinus;

One would wonder what went through the minds of the Angels in heaven. How they looked at God as he looked at his son. How he did nothing when his son was crucified. They may have known the plot but didn’t know the gravity.

One would imagine an angel flew down to help Jesus when he fell with his cross and God says “Don’t you dare!”

One would imagine Angel Michael holding his peace. The burden of having all weapons to do justice but restrained. Demons gaping at him. Telling him he has no power to do anything. Telling him to see the reason why they left heaven for hell. To think God was reasonable to let his son down and Satan will not seize that opportunity.

One would wonder why the heavens were so still. When you lack words, what do you do? You keep silent. When the Word is not with you, silence becomes inevitable. But now even the Word without them refuses to speak. Angels at his call! One would see the strength of Jesus, though a master at words but knew it was not time to speak.

One would imagine what madness. To refuse the use of your creative power when it was needed the most.

To know power, tested and tried. To know mastery, tested and tried. To know wisdom, tested now tried.
This, one would imagine what was in the minds of the Angels when they saw Jesus crucified.

Tell me you felt this! Tell me your heart sped up too as you read this! Tell me you smiled too! That you were taken on this journey, and your imagination was challenged too! Gosh! The imagery, the gripping authority of her words strung together in perfection, giving you a glimpse of another side of this eternally relevant story. Tell me you felt it too!

Regrettably, we have come to the end of today’s Freestyle Friday recap journey. Good things have to end sometimes too, and it was such an honour to have you with me on this journey. I’ll leave you with a beautiful parting gift; the perfect Easter song written by our very own Captain, Sir Ezeonyeka Godswill, and performed by the beautiful Glory (HISglory). The song is titled ‘Ransomed’ and it’ll take you on a very memorable journey through the redemption story. You’ll get a taste of mastery, skill, talent, the feels, and a good dose of edification.

You can find Ransomed streaming on all platforms, and I hope it blesses you as much as it blessed me. You’re welcome!

My name is Miracle, and have a blessed day my friends!

Authors
Niel Quchi
Hannah DGinus

The Fire of God’s Love

January 31, 2023January 30, 2023Leave a comment

What is God’s love?

A good feeling of acceptance or a strong sense of protection from evil?

God’s love is characterised by a commitment to His creation. A commitment to groom, nurture, provide, care, and sustain. The Word says “For God so loved the world” not Christians. His love will be biased if it was only committed to His followers, His nature is void of segregation. He loves the world, He loves His creation and unlike man, His love for us is not based on how well we reciprocate. His love doesn’t diminish when we walk outside His will, it takes a U-turn and chases after us.

God’s love is patient, fierce and eternal. His love never runs out on us because it doesn’t depend on us to keep it fresh. As a matter of fact, we do not have the ability to nurture or sustain it. Our decision to dismiss or accept it does not affect its intensity.

When we read the Adam story, it is tempting to think that God pushed them out of His love and security because they disobeyed Him. On the flip side, God knew that the genealogy of Adam had to begin for Him to send His son to come and provide a channel through which our acceptance seals us eternally to His love. So no, He didn’t push them out, He drew them closer with forgiveness through the sacrifice of the blood of His son, and since we all were in Adam it applies to us too. It is why He says in Hebrews 8:12 “… I will remember their sins no more” because His blood bought us back eternally.

Let’s look at the concept of fire, it refines and destroys. Fire refines gold but is also capable of destroying life and property. Fire burns but also produces. It is true that after a great famine comes a great harvest, if only you let go of all you lost and work towards all you can produce. The question is, what have you decided to make of the heat you feel?

The beauty of salvation is the freedom of choice. God is always willing to refine us as long as we let Him destroy the insecurity we feel, the habits that do not serve our purpose, the jealousy that eats us up, the immaturity that hinders responsibility, the ignorance that hides us from the truth… The list might be endless but the outcome is sure. If we let Him destroy all that is not of Him in our lives, He refines and produces in us beyond our desires. God’swill Ezeonyeka once shared with me that “When God is with you in the fire, the fire is the safest place to be” it blessed me.

Listen friends, the reconstruction you seek will not happen unless you allow God to do the demolition. You cannot get charcoal until you burn wood and no matter how rich your ingredients are, you do not get a meal until you light up the fire.

Let it burn, let the fire of God’s love permeate your being, it is the only fire that truly refines.