Tag: victory

Dika

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Five and Six,
Hide, God seeks
While afar off, Father ran to me
Woe was me,
Stained with sin
Washed in the Blood that set me free

God of the first and last card, the God card
Play or battle, we win all that in God’s hand
My treasure’s in Heaven, not some general market
Marketing Life, there are souls that I target

Hold on
When they tell me to rush to a blessing
Hold on
When they tell me to move without praying
Hold on
When they tell me to finish and count it
Hold on
When the crowd stands between me and a promise

There’s a time for roof-removing faith

Ace each round
Lost and found
Grace-bourne solitaire, God is my share
I only get played when The Lord’s not here

Godzniel
©2026

What A God!

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What a God who answers our prayers with fire and a boat sinking plus net breaking catch
What a God who gives seed to the sower and leaves us with leftovers after getting filled up just in case we were not sure
What a God whose judgment is mercy and whose mercies are new every morning
Who forgives and leaves our sins in the sea of forgetfulness
Who guides us with His eyes, the world thinks it’s an African thing
What a God who speaks Pidgin, English and Swahili just to pass a message
What a God who uses idioms and parables sweeter than tales by moonlight
What a God who transforms Gen Z to Gen Zion
No shades but this is our modern day miracle
People who went to the left pole are now manning the right pole
What a God who wins without swords
The innovator of guns through slingshots
What a God!

Hannah DGinus
©2026

Mortal Kombat

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It begins to feel like sight lessons from bats,
Like, can mortals really do any combat?
We learned that things built with hands
Have no base in eternal relevance.

When saints are breathing, seconds form,
Time can be hushed like a talking drum.
The sun stood still to watch Joshua,
Cos when stars explode it’s called supernova.

So when foes number like the hair on your head,
You can choose to worry or sleep instead,
For before your tables where filled with bread
Ancient Kabals did make your bed.

Shadow kicked to finish Him?
They ate thinking they could finish Him.
Conc fools will always think that many is more,
Bread of life listens to what you said at the door.

Victory is taught if you’ll care to listen.
Victory is tough if you care and don’t listen.
He honed His warriors in three years
Training that required less than three ears.

ucTRUTH
©2026

Fate Alley Tea

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Foes number like the hair on my head
I put brakes on what I would have said
I have seen Dells touch my HP with dread
Ancient Kabals trying to make my bed

Test your might

I have learned to rely on The Lord
And be strong in the power He writes
Saint Breathing, but the Second Form
Ray then, supernova now!

Excellent

JJC with a shadow kick
Jade upbringing and still so meek
Just go row on your own boat
Jeans by Jesus, it’s Spirit fit

Oh sure they wish they could Finish Him
But Yah spat and sealed off the Nephilim
I’ll resurrect for another round
For it is in Him that Victory is found

Godzniel
©2026

Like God, Like Love

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Isn’t it like God
To do what we can’t
Isn’t it like love
To undo our hearts

Isn’t it like God
To bear eternal death
Isn’t it like love
To unburden our debt

Isn’t it like God
To rise in eternal victory
Isn’t like love
To rest in divine security

Ezeonyeka Godswill
©2026

Fighting Words

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These are fighting words
“For God so loved the world…”

These are targeted special operations
“There is therefore now no condemnation…”

This is the victory we announce
“As many as received… become sons…”

Ezeonyeka Godswill
©2026

Chest Knot

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Force yourself to sit.
Force yourself to wait.
Force yourself to trust.
Force yourself to forgive.
Force yourself to laugh.
Force yourself to write.
You can’t help that you fuss yourself—
So force yourself to leave the shelf
and let your path praise the Lord.

Bring me home, bring me home, Lord.
I’m looking for a different satisfaction.
Norm told us to steal and keep eating,
The team disbanded to hunt for new stories,
And the show goes on; the sun circuits still.
I need to practice letting God choose—
For present comfort is no guarantee.

Bring me home, bring me home, Lord.
Footsteps prince me a path through the din.
Hands that held my back now applaud my stumbling—
Speaking of my stumbling:
I was sipping last ones, hoping that the first won.
And the show goes on; the trump is still blown.
All my medals rust before the changing times,
for You, Lord, were my only true possession.

Bring me home, bring me home, Lord.
These scars will follow me into victory.
Rooftop farming—aura wasn’t the only fruit.
I have witnessed enough to shrug from a cloud.
Lord, please take the pen again; write me back to right.
Outside Your Word, there was treachery that paralyzed.
For You alone are truth,
and Yours walk beneath a different sky…

…beneath a different why.

Bring me home, bring me home, Lord—
everywhere I am.

Godzniel
©2025

This is War

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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