Hey there! I hope your day has been nothing short of wonderful. Here are some powerful pieces from Freestyle Friday for you to enjoy.

Topic: GOD DIET
DATE: 4TH OCTOBER, 2024
HOST: GODZNIEL

This journey began elegantly with a stunning work from GodzNiel:
Let’s go
Up to the mount of the Lord
Fire in his kiln, hand of the Word
Wash off the silt and clean off the mud
Can’t be destroyed because I was bored

Tell them to fridge up the cucumber
I’m in a tent with some manna
I love the taste of Hosanna
Oops I am glued to the Father

Yeah this is my notion of “chop life”
When I chop I use the Word Knife
Armor of God, I could eat my shield
Nowadays workers are picky with fields
Let’s go, up the mount of the Lord
Send out what he said in the Word
Making disciples of all the World
All are invited, but not all will come

Wedding party loading
Listening the Knowing
He paid though I owe him
Can you beat the glory?

At all

I’m munching on mysteries, Sipping on miracles
His grace is keeping me, no higher thermocool
When I’m praying, I might even drool
Nothing sweeter than Yeshua stew
And all I had to do was say, “Amen.”

GodzNiel continued…
Stand fast at his table
Tell the lame He is able
Come for him at his table
Not to be comfortable
Making your comfort able
To hoodwink you like a fable
Olive oil on the Fae bull
God’s Word is my stable

Stand Fast, stand stable
Slip past new trouble
Goshen heights, example
Inbuilt, no cable
Word to the wise and the simple
I heard you were reading the label
You need more of your Bible
God’s word no be gamble

Bet

What is surer you can bet on?
No let devil teach you lesson
Have no Bible? You should get one
Tell the starving, “Eat the Lord’s Son.”
There is no other option
John six verse forty one
God is looking out for the one
Wey go chop the victory he won

God is looking out for the son
‘Cause the food dun already done

Flow into me Lord, I’m a river for your water. If I didn’t have these testimonies, maybe the darts could dart into my skin, like mosquitoes to draw my courage

But You…

My happiness and my pride, who is like you in your taste? The Bread and The Wine, The blood and the Sacrifice; you are the highest reward. In eligibility, who would stand worthy of biting into your grace? No one could touch that scroll…

But You…

Made a way
Are the way
Oh Yahweh

You are so…delicious

Following that, from the ingenious Hannah D’Ginus:
He paid, though I owe him
Speaking
Speaking his word as it is and poetically

Do we get it?
Let’s not be sitting ducks
Let’s work round the clock
If need be
Your life is currency
Do God’s bidding
The dividends are always on the high

Plus there’s a meal for all kinds of workers
Tired, healthy, sick
Don’t stay foolish

Once again, GodzNiel graced us with this:
Seething ducks when The Lord does his works
Joined with the dark, though they thirst at the docks
Currency currently globally sits in attack
But the Lord’s are economically way above lack

Plus there’s a meal for all workers
Shout the Gospel to the onlookers

Let it be pride that decides to left
Right?
Write it with what blood is left
Jesus is Lord
Beginning and End
Come to the King and be saved, oh friend

This one
This one na Papa put
Heathen are deceived but you see truth
Boldly written by a million martyrs
The risen matter

That you starve because you choose disobedience
The hot iron of Lust has seared your conscience
And though the fangs of death are deadly
Look up and read, “Food is Ready”

Hannah D’Gnius stepped in once more with this:
Eat the Lord’s Son?
Sounds gruesome at face value, right?
Why are you afraid of taking this meal?
This is a life and death case, and you hesitate
But you take medicine when you’re sick
Your spirit is ill, and you are watching movies
Adding more foreign bodies
Even your conscience is now weak
Meek is not foolish
Humility is not timid

Okay, eat the bread of life
That’s what I’ve been saying
He is the chef, and we are not
He is the Lord and he just ordered
Eat his meal today
Hardened not your heart

The risen matter
A million times and more
Wonder why the rich get richer
They are always on the scene
So let your light shine before men
Let them see your good deeds
Let kings come to the brightness of your rising
That happens when it’s Light you eat

Then, we were treated to this by ucTruth:
Adam would tell you on Christmas Eve.
You shouldn’t taste all that dangles on a leaf.
One truth that we all keep forsaking.
Ripe fruits can rip you right out of Eden.

So shiny opportunities should never be the sign.
The eyes is the worst organ for any leading in life.
Take heed to your spirit when you make a choice,
Foods have been served in the past as a voice.

Isn’t that what our dear mama fed from?
Echoes that slithered from the heights that he fell from.
“You shall not surely die” now you’re a heathen.
Once in the light but now you are hidden.

Patience is the very nest of trust.
A bird leaves home when it wouldn’t plummet to dust.
So while we are here and while we’re still choosing.
The fruit of the spirit is not there to be eaten.

“There is a God, it’s not you” Nonso said.
Maybe we should humbly follow through with whatever El said.
If when we walk in the dark or the light he still sees us.
Then the only walk that’ll be worth it is the steps we take in Jesus.

GodzNiel returned with this amazing piece:
The rich get richer, that’s called fattening
We need that buffer, I trust God’s planning

But once upon a time back in Jeremiah twelve
The Nebi’im asked seeking holy eye-salve
And once again, into the matter did God delve
Food for our thought, let’s draw from those wells

The Lord said it’s all about the sin there
The people went to Egypt, now they copy what they’ve seen there
We need that repentance to return to a scene dear
To struggle with the heathen still is an obscene dare

A Million times and more
I’ll turn to the Lord
I won’t envy the pigs and their diet
God’s mercy is why they don’t die yet
Z’why I preach, my thumbs are not quiet
One of them asked me “Why?” I said “Why else?”

GodzNiel continued
Fifteen more years, Hezekiah got
That’s all it took to give a tour to Babylon
Jonathan safe, David on the run
Yeah I get that you know, but where’s the action?

And Saul was quite rich before the birth of Paul
I know some millionaires eyeing the eye of a needle
If Solomon’s not an example, then I look to Lot
Not all green pastures are immune to rot

May I not be like the groom before Boaz
Or the people who scoff as they passed by Noah’s
Saul was coat-guarding, but what about the stoners?
Trust in God is Joseph saying, ‘Get up’ to his brothers

Yeah
I no longer ask about the success of the unbelieving
I have petted demons while my hands were trembling
Only Jesus saves, all the else is deadly
And when I on these knees, foes are frozen solid

Hannah D’Ginus came in again:
I know some millionaires eyeing the needle
News on the Lord’s wedding
We have invited you
Don’t forget
Don’t give any excuse
Remember Christ’s parable
Don’t snooze this alarm
Don’t sleep
Some millionaires have already passed through the needle

Food for our thought, let’s draw from those wells

The aim is never to compete.
That would be foolish

It’s obvious the game is different
They run a rat race I run for well done
The aim is to be approved by the King
With the Word, “good and faithful servant,”

After life is him and nothing else
So why waste time racing with pigs when I hold pearls?

Then from the amazing Symolean:
Die!
Earth is all mine
I’m full of rage, wars, peace like an ocean
I speak love, my heart a mountain of hate so fine
I am a child 50 years still the child

Eat!
I feast on my fleshly desires
From wickedness, pride and self I refuse to retire
Fettering rams and pigeons with the pains in my conscience
I’m a butcher
Blood flows, man must eat
Butcher!
These ceaseless blood got me hardened
A cup of right words
A mansion of wrong living.

Diet!
Thy word never left my mouth
My heart remained evil’s fount
A ram for my conscience
My life a science
Experiments on a loop
I, the superman.

God’s diet
Cooked without my permission
An arm resting on my shoulder
A quiet guide to my soul
No voice raising
No placard with my sins written on
A gentle reminder that he has called me son
Niel:
Enough olive oil to drive the ground nuts
I heard you like spice so I made salt
And when you freeze pepper, it is still hot
Eat of me and be wise enough to speak in tongues

First Corinthians three, read the whole thing
Who can smeeeeellll what the Lord is cooking?
My Word is the base ingredient
You can die, but to live I am expedient
Be obedient
Only my kids smile when they see the end

Why?

I am the End and the Beginning
Those who want to hunt can keep on sinning
Worship
Anything that does their bidding

They won’t be the first
Thinking they can educate their thirst
Third eye imaginations when they sit and pose
All the while, the two I gave to them is closed
They struggle for free things and antidotes
Over here we heal our sick. Who’s supposed to boast?

Man-made scarcity
Still they won’t come to me
Why?
Because they have a sin itinerary
Choosing to be God over themselves, forsaking me
No shaking me,
The Lord is a gift and the blessed are defined by all taking me
Unwavering, from glory to glory, even painstakingly

Knife and the fire,
Designer and Potter,
The Word and The Power,
Vanities die from each Word I utter

Funny how to truly eat is prayer and fasting
Funny how to truly live is daily dying
Funny how fools ask who is the God of man in the wilderness
Niel, shey you can see it doesn’t make sense?
My name is declared by the Heavens
And I am found by the heart that seeks me with diligence
Like Abraham and that Ethiopian
The Magi found me though they were Zoroastrian
My way is hidden in the heart of every man
And to deny me is a suicide plan

Oh well

Take, eat, and remember how I love you
Culinary grace, before any plate I knew you
The true you
Come
The Lord is enough to overwhelm you
There is no limit to the chapters he brews

We wrapped up Freestyle Friday with this remarkable piece by GodzNiel:
On a God that parts seas with one stick
On a God that calms storms when he speaks
On a God that once died but still lives
On a God that cure bites with just pics
On a God that knows what will happen
On a God that breaks walls with men’s shrieks
On a God that used three-eighteen peeps
To take out some four kings with armies
On a God that holds back the flood gates
Him I trust forever and ever

This moment was truly special. Thank you for joining me. Until next time, be blessed 🥂

Authors
GodzNiel
Hannah D’Gnius
UcTruth
Symolean