Tag: word

Waiter

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Lord, I lack the sadness needed to be straightforward
Some who know the facts will shrug like, ‘This Coward!’
But I only send these scream-shots to you
I will alley-oop my cares to you,
Lord, you are calm and veto
Encore, until I’m Phillip’d to a new location

Lord, I lack the angst to call storms a problem
What I ask for Lord is grace to be ardent
Grace to be fervent, you are my extent
Straightened by the Word, I recall when I was hell-bent
And if you weren’t backing us up, we’d be fronting
Joking
And all the whole being eaten while your mercy kept us breathing – Ahhhhh

Lord, I…
Look to you when I count my trophies
Souls you snatched out the fire
How can coals be riches?
I rely on your plan, but this path is treacherous

Niel,
Learn to close your eyes and let the silence permeate
Babies bring immense joy, but they’ll make you wait
Now relate, to how you ghost and resurrect at your behest
If I’m patient with my kids, you should copy and paste
Love them like I love you
Sacrifice and pray too
Let no taste deceive you
Let your mercy shine through
And when they annoy you, while saying they love you
Do that thing that I do
Give their good a good zoom

And wait…

Lord, I lack the nonchalance for this
Then feel; walk the storm and let the water mix
I told you long ago that My grace is more than enough for this
Ha!
Watch and pray and do not faint to this
The joy has developed so you have all the strength to love through this

Diss
Oh! to slash my way through all of this
But I know your way is better, so I’ll wait for it
Cook this story how you please
Ease, never was among your promises
After all, you’re with me land, air or seas
You send your word and Ctrl-A-Del disease
And you know the whole path from the start of each
I will wait, Lord, your whisper is enough wings

Godzniel
© 2026

Copy that, Over

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*some parts of this poem is written in Nigerian Pidgin English

If e easy, come run am
I’ll be up in the Word, my Adullam
I am who God’s grace says I am
I’m descended from more than one Adam

See the place wey I dey na Jesus
Boast in the doings that he does
Yeah, he cut me free, no scissors
The only one who truly sees us
Frees Us

Freeze us into your discipline
Power to live way above all sin
Party in heaven, my invites are in
Daddy with Jesus and all im pikin dem
We feel am before e start to dey happen
The harvest surprise even devil sef
You go fear God, meaning business

Who dem be where dem dey?
Who born dem no be play
When the next breath could be the end
Christ is such proof you can’t pretend
If e easy, come run am
I’ll be up in the Word, my Adullam
I am who God’s grace says I am
I am who God says I am, Sir

Godzniel
© 2026

Consonance

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I dream of a day when my smile won’t be an illusion,
A day where there’s an alignment between my emotions
And the carvings they make on my face,
A day where my mind bears the fruits of joy and happiness,
A day when my soul isn’t a carcass infested by fear,
A day where my heart isn’t a timed bomb waiting to explode,
A day where my spine isn’t grabbed by anxiety,
A day when my scars aren’t just painful memories but wise lessons,
A day when my healing is the path for someone’s healing,
A day where the palpitations in my heart are from good news

So, while I wait for my dreams to hatch
Into a reality I can feel in my palms, I’ll wear this smile,
A smile that’s not the disposition of my heart
A smile to cloak the tremors of my mind,
I won’t lose sight of the hope I have in my Master’s Touch,
The touch that stopped the bleeding of 12 years,
That moulded new pairs of eyes for the blind
That will bring me to the day when my smile is not an illusion
But till then, I’ll sit here, deeply rooted in HIS word.

  • Olaoye Adeleye Emmanuel
    ©2025

Righteousness

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Company man, my company’s manned by God
Heavenly HMO, I’m chewing his curd
Doing the Word,
He washed off my stains with his blood
I still pray my lust would just get lost
And I forget the things that he carved off
I just trust and lay hands with my hands off

Life is like a big book, everybody’s breathing ink
And we sign with things we do, say and think
And the righteous smile at the last blink
That’s a benefit of being in divine sync

Bibles are selfies of God with his Aloba
—throwback
Christ is still the capital and turnover
All over the world, bent knees still pullover

And I’m never switching off my inner light
Mark 4 velocity—shows you how a winner fights
John 3 & 5, one meeting healing many nights
Bread of Life,
Lord, let me get another tera bite

Righteous? Yes
— that is Christ’s success
I confess,
We are the truly blessed
Wherever we’re sent, they are blessed to receive
Oh, if they only believe

Godzniel
© 2025

BELOVED,

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Good day and welcome to another recap of freestyle Friday. It’s always a blessing to share these moments with you. This past Friday, the 7th of March, 2025, our phenomenal host, GodzNiel, presented us with multiple thought-provoking topics for expression:
TOPICS:
1. FREED
2. ASK
3. BELOVED
4. ANXIETY VS DILIGENCE

We kicked off with this profound quote from the captain himself Godswill Ezeonyeka:
The only love worth talking about is God’s!

I couldn’t agree more—so simple, yet deeply profound.

Hannah D’Ginus followed up with this short but powerful masterpiece::
A.S.K
I know you must have seen this
Ask is the acronym of Ask, Seek, and Knock
If you have not gotten an answer, just know you haven’t asked.

Then GodzNiel came in with these stirring lines:
Freed warriors
Freed stories of God’s building
God budding
Freed stables of the Love driven
Mercy interfered with a lie here and there
We’re the party that chose Truth and Dare
We die daily and preach Christ, we do dare.

Hannah D’Ginus wasn’t done yet. She continued with this electrifying piece:
Energy
Just praying the Word
You are supercharged
You’ll use lightning for fuel and thunder as convoy

Just praying the Word
You’ll see Satan in his true form
Trying to stop you
Sending fear as his tool

Just praying the Word
You become aware of Zion’s assembly
You hear things that will be preached on Sunday

Just praying the Word
You activate angelic activity
You’ll know you are not alone
You’ll find speedily the way to the city

Just praying the Word
You’ll forget time exists

Words straight from the Masters table! We just can’t get enough, can we?

The captain Godswill Ezeonyeka swooped in again with this introspective piece::
Men know the rich one
Wealth like make-up, a fading beauty

Men know the strong one
Brawn bursting at the seams, ever leaking

Men know the accomplished one
Purposeful strides painting only the past

But do men know the loved ones
Whose sins are forever forgiven

Do men know the loved ones
Who sits content in the rest of another

Do men know the loved ones
Do men know they were loved once?

This freestyle Friday was concluded in style with this thought-provoking piece from GodzNiel:
Hehehe…

What happened to God’s will
Is it no longer enough to be God’s beloved?
Is it no longer sought after
— to be fed with manna
— to quell famines with quail, and
walk across seas on dry land?

Who freed us from the Fear of the Lord?
Why are there scolding scowls haunting me when I ask?
Is the way of the Lord no longer the pilgrimage of His Beloved?
In the face of all this greed that sewed us new pockets, who cares enough about obedience—
To dismount Ang Xayiti, the knight mare that overides our diligence?

But seriously
What happened to God’s will?

We experienced nothing short of an ethereal Friday. As always, it’s great doing this with you🥂. Till next time, stay in God’s will ✨.

AUTHORS
Godswill Ezeonyeka
Hannah D’Ginus
GodzNiel

Ye Wandering Soul

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Ye wandering soul
Hungry, thirsty and forsaken
Lost in an endless hole
Of rejection, struggles and pain
Forgotten in the pool of dejection, hopelessness and shame
Hear the clarion call of a mighty warrior
Calling you out of the pool of doom
From a pathway of damnation
From the enslaving arms of the wicked task master
Today, Jesus calls your name aloud
with arms stretched out towards you
Dripping with love and mercy
Full of Grace and truth
Offering you more than the world has to offer
Oh ye wandering soul
Don’t reject his loving embrace this time
Turn from this dead end
To the fountain of the living waters
To the all sufficient one
Who will quench your thirst and save your soul

  • Olufunke Ajegbomogun
    (c) 2025

ROOTING DEEP

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There’s power in staying rooted,
In leaning into God’s word,
Where roots stretch deep in quiet places,
Unseen, but steady and sure.

The seed is planted in faith,
Watered with patience and trust,
No rush, no shortcuts—
Just the process of becoming.

It’s not flashy, not instant,
Not for those chasing quick results,
But for those willing to wait,
To trust, to grow, to endure.

Like the coconut tree that stands tall,
Bearing fruit all year long,
The waiting is hard, the work is slow,
But the harvest is always worth it.

  • IfiokAbasi Okop
    (c) 2025

My Loan to The Lord

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Hello Gods chosen one! I trust your day has been delightful. These creative gems from Freestyle Friday are worth checking out today.

Topic: MY LOAN TO THE LORD
DATE: 25TH OCTOBER, 2024
HOST: GODZNIEL

We kicked things off smoothly with this brilliant piece by GodzNiel:
When my errors were squared up and said “Boss, e dun be for thee.
Little has worked and has thee all worked up in your jealousy.
Jokes are your stock and guess what, the effort is your legacy.”
Mery said, “No, Epilogues are the time I like to change story. “

Mery said…
Mery said, “No…”

Make it so long that they forget the starting
The story goes on, different ears will be tingling
Because we sowed God, He is what we are reaping
He said the latter was the plan from the planting
And God invented both the end and the beginning
Sell him those years, let him pay you unending
But I crawled to Him with last of my substance
He said to me, “Boy what you need is repentance…
And everyone has turning points in abundance
But Mercy said, “No, this one is a romance. “

Mery said…
Mery said…
Mery said, “No…”
Mery said, “No…”

Let me give him my hours
He redeemed them
From a broken heart muddy from believing lies
From a fallen weak from holding on
Even family ties broke when I strayed in life
The predators let you eat a bite before they latch on
But the silhouette of the Lord is the trigger to rejoice
The sound of his voice eliminates the noise
Let me give him my choice
He who gave me my voice

GodzNiel continued:
The thumbs of a man
Who strayed from the plan
Only to discover the Holy demands
And moonwalk back into his hands
Repentance
We act like God is lacking humans
We act like God is trynna make friends
And we have plans, he should wait small
Reprobacy is gradient,
like a business yeah it starts small

Dear Jesus
Dear Jesus
They asked me to target an SDG
I told them I’m targeting knowing thee
Doing my work as I fast till 3
Lost to the World I was found in thee

Yah

Holy Holy I’m Nazarene
Reborn by you said to me
Say the Word and gimme grace to be
What you say is final finally

Hosanna Hosanna, I die on the matter
The story is over, we’re living on credit
Not one lost who belongs to the Father
Matthew Twenty-eight, go there and read it

My loan to The Lord
How can I fail with this much faith?
I believe and that is it
Not me, but the one who sent me
I am his epistle, like a loaded pistol
Music if you listen, flow like River Pishon
Praising the Lord
My Hallelujah is a loan to the Lord
In return, all I need is a Word
Guess what he’s telling me
“Abide, I’ll be all you need. Tell them what’s happening. I am the end…innit?
I am the treasure of treasures, the final bonanza, the question and answer, the pearl of the wise, the business of life, forever and ever and yet I’m the moment, the King of All Life.”

On

How many times time can I say it though?
Love is crazy when you think about it
The Lover is happier say so
When he really feels the way he’s saying
Never too much ‘I love you’s
Never too much ‘I got you’
What is it that I can’t do
I have died just to raise you
Set it all up to raise you
Put in stuff to amaze you
And yet you…
Need a device, to look my eyes, the time must be right or you won’t delight in Holding my hand
Haba
My eyes are always on you
My love is like a tattoo
Time is a heavenly notebook
Tell me who it is you wrote to

This stunning piece by GodzNiel marked the conclusion of Freestyle Friday:
My loan to the Lord is my casting
Failing men and devils asking
I’ll be hidden in my Light King
That’s him
Yeshua forever, Salvation and Glory
Without him there is no story
I’ll write you a letter with this breath you gave me as ink
Father you are how I’m blessed indeed
Silver and Gold can be stolen, please
What I called ‘wealth’ is your inner peace
Your spirit in me

I
Heavenly Journalist
Of Nigerians, I’m the very least
But I have eaten of the holy feast
My loan to the Lord is to share his gist

Author
GodzNiel