Sometimes I trust, most times I doubt
Sometimes, I trust God in the process
Most times, I doubt that the process will yield my expected outcome
So I pray, “Lord help my unbelief”
TC_writes
© 2025
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SUFFICIENT GRACE
“But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.”
2 Corinthians 12:9
’Tis a sound that charms the ear,
Gentle, steadfast, clear;
Heaven’s halls resound the strain,
And all the earth draws near.
All-sufficient in our need,
When strength has gone away;
Christ’s own power meets the soul,
And turns the night to day.
Weakness lays the heart bare,
Yet mercy fills the space;
The Lamb sustains the trembling step,
And clothes the soul with grace.
’Twas grace that bore the weary load,
When burdens pressed too hard;
’Twas grace that held the fainting heart,
And raised the fallen guard.
Our hands may falter, feet may fail,
Our vision dimmed with tears;
Yet in our weakness, He is strong,
Dispelling doubts and fears.
Each trial shall find its crown,
Each sorrow meet its end;
The power that lifts the fainting soul
Shall never cease to mend.
O Holy Spirit, teach the heart to rest
In strength beyond our own;
May every day proclaim Thy power,
Thy sufficiency made known.
Tolu The Alchemist
© 2025
His Treasure
Nothing says I am a treasure, better than the King of kings dying for me
For He paid the ultimate price
When He got slain on the cross
Only the blood of Jesus would do
Nothing more, Nothing less
And yes, I was that non-negotiable!
- Olufunke Ajegbomogun
© 2025
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OAKSPROUT!!!
When branched shoots lie on deep roots
Great oaks grow.
Little acorns were great faiths sown.
A coat to cover
Multitudes of many colours.
Cross-heirs is how the Messiah chose.
A host of those he would save
Would have to die
The irony of Calvary
So when he sent that which is sharper than two edged swords,
He loaded unsuspecting calibers.
Cavaliers never to carve a lie
To carve a life in the after-death
Whip devils another tail to tuck
They were the Calvary sent to talk
So make no mistake
When you see a tree and then see the snake
There is still an obedience we can reach and take
If only we would bite from the tree of life
We would never get burnt on a stake.
God directs
We are just his actors
So with one little faith sown
His mighty Oak sprouts.
- ucTRUTH
© 2025
Mustard Burial
God’s man ultra—Faith staying mustered
Happy ever mountain, started out mustard
Blood flow thicker than a bucket of custard
Not once a month but all the months
With just a touch
—the tale of man is turned
Into a testimony
Resting on the—
Words of Yahweh on me.
Working out delight with trembling,
Shaking out the doubt and trusting Him.
I—
Am more surrendered
And flesh gets murdered
I saw that sample in the Son of Man
—saw that apple but I dodged her hand
Some trust apps but I trust the lamb
We die so that we can live on brand
Godzniel
© 2025
Be Still My Soul
Be still my soul
The Lord is in control
Be still my soul
There is more than you know
Be still my soul
The troubles are but smoke
Be still my soul
Christ is your assured hope
Be still my soul
You will be made whole
Be still my soul
See what the Lord has done
Ezeonyeka Godswill
© 2025
Creator’s paint
Today the Boss gave me an argument
For the unbelieving shoulda-been-a-saint
Who dismisses the Christian’s reverence
With brilliant furnish and even sentiment
When the Christian says God created everything
The unbelieving say everything came into being
Life as a causeless effect is accepted reasoning
But an uncreated creator is convenient colluding
Is it so hard to believe? The Boss says
That an unpainted painter paints self-portraits
Is it so hard to see the mistake unbelief makes?
Painted beings denying the painter that they portray
This argument may never convince the unbelieving
But the Boss loves to paint for everyone to see Him
Perhaps these words will set the seeker to seeking
Perhaps the Boss of all created things is speaking
Ezeonyeka Godswill
(c) 2025
A tale of compassion and faith
Penspeak Communities across Nigeria have recently taken up Freestyle Fridays hosted by The Godzniel. This is a collection of poems from Penspeak Community UNEC freestyles in January 2025.
From the watchtower, Iruoma cried out:
I am compassion, a gentle breeze
That calms a raging soul and quiets pain to freeze
I run in obscurity, yet understanding I seek
To heal a silent wound that mouth can’t utter
Like flower that blooms in desert oasis
So am I, a savour taste to the broken soul
I’m a badge of mercy, worn by one who’s torn
An irresistible gentle word, that calms a storm
I see beyond the fist, the anger and pain
And serve a feast of kindness, to wash the heart’s deep stain
I’m a dose of hope, that keeps each day aglow
A beacon of light, in the darkest place I go
I am compassion, I offer listening ears
Pay attention and owe no debt to negligence
I am the greatest gift to humanity
The loudest voice of love
I walk enduring miles
Leaving trails of smiles
Taking the wheel again, Iruoma launched:
With heart swift and low on paths unknown
I plead to listen to the quiet whisper, that binds me whole
With convictions strong on choices made
I plead to heed the persistent voice of truth
With barns so enriched, and yards full of glittering gold
I pray to harvest, with mind full of sight
To sift grain from chaff, and separate truth from false
And with each step to embark, a journey of uncertainty
I pledge to trust the gentle guide
For He’s the spirit of the divine, with mysteries to unveil
He grants a sense of immortality, in the stillness, a peaceful knowing of secrets untold.
And moments to disobey in doubt, are times to will in regret
Not wanting the momentum to die out, Neche Goodnews took the baton on the relay:
“Wish upon a shooting star and make your wish come true”
Senior said to me as we stared at the night sky
“So, make the wish”, he said to me as I was beholding the awe of the star littered sky
I close my eyes and make my wish and open my eyes into the present
A decade had gone by but I still reminisce the days gone by
I fasten up my tie while facing the mirror
What a decade it has been
Peril and strife fought their way into my world but I persevered
The psychological breaks and lapses chipped away at my very soul but I didn’t derange
As I go towards my bag, a thought enters my mind and a smile is found on my face
“Your wish is profound and pure, its impact, ground shaking, all I might not see it actualised but I can behold its potential”
Senior said to me, that was one of our last conversations
“It’s no time to slack, the world will soon be in awe”
I say as I take my bag and leave my place
People see the outcome of reality
I behold a future of possibilities
My wish would ensure that
Until then, I carry on
See you next month!
Authors:
Iruoma
Neche Goodnews
Christ a poet 