Enough Said

Long way from the first—uncomfortable tennis
Never duck a smash—millisecond prayers
Emotions are just weather—we have martyrical ancestors
Life tests us—but He gave us teachers and pastors
I learned to spot prophets and to recognize apostles
Long way from the first—now I can make salt too

The Bible is a multiyear calendar and love letter
I invite every eye to the pages of the One Pater
Racing verses to the future
Changing translations, I’m an every word eater
Jesus is The Lord—skip the other options
Scouring sermons and apocrypha for grace applications
The day the Lord has made? We rejoice in all our rations
Hyenas may abound, but The Lord sent enough Lions

I phoenix from the Word—my retaliation is evangelical
Sharper than surgical—redeeming this Chronicle
It’s funny though
Looking back I see the subtitles to some acts too
And my repentance cost God a lot, Boo
It’s why I’d rather die than renounce this gospel
What is man anyway?—except when that man is a son of God too

Professionally me—30+ years experience
Still a child of God—kukutata when I speak in tongues
Yeah I dodge stress—when I fight, it’s to stay rested
The Lord reigns—and this needs to be more celebrated
But for His mercy, who would not have wasted?
Seasons when I’m shaken, but then I am reminded
Jesus is alive, tomorrow will be bested

Jesus is alive, Tomorrow will be bested
Long way from the first—now I know to stay dead
Now I see the Lord—the most highly seated
Jesus is alive, Amen is enough said

Godzniel
©2026

Pivot Station

God to the Man
Holy the hands
Heavenly broadcast
Bless the expanse
Son
Help souls flee the entrap
Meant for the more than a lap

Chains hit the ground—God’s love was the plan
and
God’s is the order and height
Inbuilt grace seasons the sub
stance
Will of the father
Be Saved or deleted and stolen from time and chance
Seas
Swim to the name and chant
Eat
Break ye the bread and pass
Eat
Drink ye the blood and bathe
Eat
Say to the mountain
Bless me

God to the man
All for the land—ugh!
Freaky escapes
Such high stakes—ugh!
God is too good
And there’s much more to be understood
Creation awaits and eternity is unto the fabric of food
True food made of the Word of God
Now Hiring
Now Hiring
We’re seeking Sons of God
Someone to take

God to the man
God to the land
God to the couch and God to the TV
God to the start of every man’s story
God to the air and God to the busy—easy, if a man hasn’t clung to money
God to the clung and to the ones set-free
God to the life and death of things
God to the man and to the scenes

God to the man
Do you read me?
God to the man
Do you read me?

Godzniel
©2026

Son God


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

The Highway of God

Everyday lived in fear
Is a day lost…
Lost to care of what may or may not be
A match of endless knots in the plain
Invented by the devil
Funded by the host of darkness
The referee, a master of lies
The ball – arrows of thoughts shot at the fertile field of the saints’ hearts
The goal, to rob us of our faith
To distract us from winning our race
To shift our focus from our Captain
To steal our strength and might
To weary us in discouragement
To put us in despair
To take away our confidence
To sow his seeds of doubt!

But we refuse to play the devil’s game.
We turnaway from his perilous field that enslaves
Deaf to a constant blow of his whistles
Each day, we choose the upper road to God
The highway of righteousness…
Trailed and known to sons of God
Narrow but built for God’s children
Rough but leading to life
Stony, full of obstacles but promising…
We may not know what to expect
But we follow the way anyways
Trusting Him who promised us an expected end.

Olufunke Ajegbomogun
©2026

As a Child

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

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