When I was a child
I knew Jesus
From the book of Bible stories
The Son of a carpenter
Yet, I never saw the furniture his father made
“Jehovah’s Witness” was the only witness who told me about his realness
The Holy Spirit was a Figure
No one could really figure
No matter the figure of speech you use.
I thought the blood of Jesus was Coca-Cola
Because it tasted like the drink they shared during communion
I wish they gave us one full loaf of bread and 5 litres of wine
But those Reverend fathers are always stingy with the blood and body of Christ
Something that He gave us for free
Then
I gave my life to Christ
My mind blew like volcano eruptions
I heard about Trinity in one personality
The Holy Spirit that had no figure
Is a being to me
We could speak to each other
He could lead and show me things to come
The revelations were so much that I passed out
Only to realise I fell under the anointing
Now
I’ve grown to realise that
I never really knew Jesus as a child
But now I know him
As He is, so am I in this World
Truly,
Maturity is not based on the number of years you’ve got
But the depth of understanding
You have about God
King Uwe
©2026
Tag: Son
Travel light
Are you a baby?
Rise up like a warrior!
Why do you allow that weight weigh you down?
Don’t you know you are to travel Light?
You are not a weight lifter!
Even babies know the sound of my voice
Don’t be dull of hearing
Rise up like a warrior
Start travelling light
Yes, you!
Hannah DGinus
©2024
Gone prodigal again
_I did it again!_
Left my place of rest in search of fading bliss
I called ‘inheritance’ what was mere gifts
Dropped my daily routine to unwind with wild parties
Past achievements that have become ashes
I knew I was out of power but the fan’s still turning in my direction and it felt cool
I knew my embers were getting cold but I couldn’t resist the urge to dance without recharging and see what it felt like
I knew my light was getting dimmer but I claimed I was shining in the darkness
Away from my Source
Away from who made me son
Away from my true inheritance
Away from my natural habitat
_I did it again!_
How can I face Father this time with shoes on?
How can I expect his forgiveness after the limit for a day?
How can I tell him his robe got torn?
How can I tell him the reason I am back was the memory of the tasty beef in my mouth?
That I want to be welcomed again?
That He was right and I lived wrong again?
How can I tell him I did it again?
Hannah DGinus
©2024
The City Of The Living God (Hebrews 12:22-23)
You may not understand my clan,
For it is celestial
I dwell in my Mount Zion.
You don’t know me
For I am a son unto I AM
And my name is written in gold.
You may not understand,
Thousands of Angels dances with me
I and Christ drinks with the same royal cup.
Ugwu David C
©2023
He Beckons
Where are you man in grief,
In regret of past decisions or locked in brackets of unanswered questions?
Where are you man in lust,
In a pool of vain imagination or full of scorn from last night’s bile?
Where are you man in doubt,
Trapped in a cage of uncertainties or navigating the complexities of your path?
Where are you man in desperate mode,
Awake in your worries or embracing options that don’t serve you?
Where are you man in unbelief,
Crafting your ways or rejecting help from zion?
God’s hands are reaching out
Bekoning…
Accept His comfort through grief and unanswered questions.
He is reaching out, beckoning…
Accept his help to break free from that habit.
He is reaching out, beckoning…
Accept His wisdom to deal with the affairs of men.
He is reaching out, beckoning…
Accept His peace to calm the raging storm.
He is reaching out, beckoning…
Accept His son that you might have everlasting life.
Imani Dokubo
© 2023
Chief’s son
Imagine just for a moment
That father and mother had tossed you
Because you hurt them to immeasurable lengths
Imagine you became an orphan and you deserved to
An orphan on the street surviving
You make a habit of peeping into Chief’s house
You know you shouldn’t, but you just want a glimpse
Of life, of everything good on the other side of this wall
You imagine if you could get a job
You will prove yourself worthy of existing so close to Chief
You daydream of seeing Chief smile and hand you a bonus loaf
Working for Chief would be everything, but you have nothing
The least in Chief’s house outranks you
You have a stained history, and your skills fail you
Chief is kind but the worker must earn the pay he is due
Your orphaned soul sighs as your hope dies anew
Now imagine Chief finds you at your spot
Seems unlikely but what if Chief took you to the other side
What if Chief announced to everyone your speedy adoption?
What if you went from orphan to son in the shortest possible time?
Imagine the servants’ puzzled faces
The ones you envied now wait on your next command
Imagine your shock as Chief takes you to your own spaces
You can feel your lack disappear as Chief holds your hand
Chief invites you to walk with him
Chief says he has grown to love you
Chief has given you an inheritance of all that is his
Chief has made your life completely new
Now stop imagining, the moment is gone
Chief is still in the room, he still wants to adopt you
You don’t have to stay orphaned in this world alone
Take Chief’s invitation, your transformation is due
You don’t have to work for this
But you will learn to walk with Chief
And when you taste the goodness that Chief brings
May you never think you earned this
– Ezeonyeka Godswill
(c) 2022
This is War
Battles to be fought
Wars to be won
Knees on the ground
Prayers to the son
Girding on my whole armour
Helmet wrapped in salvation
Shield engraved in faith
Sword spilling fiery words
Shoes dipped in the power of the Spirit
Going in this might
Losing not to naysayers
Victory is mine
For the battle is the Lord’s
Feet deeply rooted
In the finished work of the cross
Seated in heavenly places
To watch a war already won
I fight not with fear or dread
I fight for the greater is in me
I fight ‘cos it’s a good fight
I fight to take what had been mine
I fight to possess what I had been given
I fight ‘cos I had won
I am more than conqueror so I fight!
Oraegbu Philipa Ada
© 2022
Wheat
I have never seen Everson but my brother he is
And he’ll never sin on my scene, never bother with it
Young Charles and the step-fam would be arguing things
But they tried to eat and clean mouth so forked in our things
UC typing with no network
Cast your words and let’s work
Electrifying verses versus, we wrote culture shock
That reminds of Godswill on the LinkedIn thought
When I write nowadays
I’m Kendrick in my brain
When I’m emotional, I’m Drake
I give UC catarrh like Wayne
I should learn to edit
Ed, Edd and Edit
Today I was writing slower, with no beat when I read it
And yet I found no timing like I used to back ’13
I feel the neck of Nonso pendulum-ing in reprimand
I read my counterparts and there’s no doubting, I understand.
No buts about this, discipline, I need to robot; Oh God, the speed is messing with the taste of the yogurt.
Uh
I’ve known the height and yet the might was not the way I reached it
No poltergeist, I’m hunting light and all the ways to reach it
Beyond delight, in day or night, I sought to not be rigid
To please the wise and, like a kite, be gliding high in reason
Back
To
Work
One week of intermittent prayer
Constant in the fact that you will see me there
No foul play, I am not a Layer
The season is for harvest so I’m switching gear
Trousers and Head gears
These were the past cares
And don’t get me started on a vaccines being scares
Plans of the antichrist, I’m laughing past tears
I thought of saying it earlier on my family group
But they’ll call me disrespectful and I’m getting in soup
As long as souls are told the gospel, I am cool with the loop
Light is always gonna win, when it’s dark imma stoop
Make dem no go use me shine, “Sorry” no be control-z
I’ll be studying all that time, Me and Mine be on the beat.
We’ll be praying and researching, from the back to front row seats
Then I’m studio-ing it all, yeah it’s QuChi and the Wheat!!!
Niel
©2021
