Voices of Grace - Spoken Poems by Oluwaseyi Shedrack

When You Start to Know” is a spoken word reflection about awakening — realizing that life’s true meaning isn’t found in achievement or noise, but in awareness of the Source behind it all.It’s a calm, meditative journey into peace, wisdom, and quiet understanding.Written and performed by Oluwaseyi Shedrack#FaithPoetry #ChristianSpokenWord #SpiritualAwakening #PeaceWithin #KnowingGod📜 Lyrics:What matters most in this lifeisn’t how much you have,or how much noise you make —It is how deeply you understandwhat holds everything together.And the more you slow down,the more you listen,the more you begin to sense —there is a Source behind it all.Not a system.Not a rule book.Something living.Something wise.Something good.When you start to know that…you start to understand life differently.You see through pressure.You breathe in peace.And things that once felt randomstart to feel connected.It is not about being perfect —it is about being aware.Aware of something greater.And maybe that…is the beginning of real freedom.

“When the Fire Fades” is a spoken poem about the quiet seasons of faith — the times when passion turns to silence, and God seems distant.It’s about learning that faith isn’t just a feeling, but a deeper flame that keeps burning, even when emotions fade.Written and performed by Oluwaseyi Shedrack#FaithPoetry #ChristianSpokenWord #SpiritualGrowth #SeasonsOfFaith #TrustGod📜 Lyrics:When I first came alive in God,the scripture lit up like stars.Every verse had a voice,every word felt like it was written just for me.I saw things — not with my eyes, but with my spirit.I felt love rise up in me,for people I couldn’t even explain.I thought, “This is it. This is what it means to know God.”But then… the fire faded.The silence came.And I kept searching for what I once had —praying, weeping, waiting.I felt like I lost Him,or maybe… I lost myself.But now I’m starting to see.Maybe I was never lost.Maybe He was teaching me to walk by trust, not just feeling.Maybe the fire was the beginning,but now He’s building a deeper flame —something that doesn’t burn out,something that stays… even in silence.So I won’t give up.I won’t run.Because this journey isn’t about chasing the moments —it’s about becoming like Him.And if I keep walking, even slowly,I will find that the fire never left.It just moved… deeper.

"To Know God" is a spoken word reflection on what truly matters — not success, not noise, but the quiet knowing of the One who holds everything together.It’s about understanding that peace, clarity, and freedom all begin in His presence.Written and performed by Oluwaseyi Shedrack#FaithPoetry #ChristianSpokenWord #KnowingGod #PeaceWithin📜 Lyrics:All that matters most in this life is to know God.Not just in church songs or sermons,but in the quiet moments —when nothing makes senseand peace still finds you.When I know Him,I begin to understand the system of life:why people search,why love feels rare,why pain has purpose,why freedom is spiritual.It is not money,not food,not even religion.It is the heartbeat of Godthat brings clarity to the chaos.And when I truly know Him,I don’t need to prove anything —I just need to liveLoved.Whole.Free.

“The Beginning of Peace” is a quiet reflection on where true peace is born — not in the absence of problems, but in the presence of understanding.It’s a spoken poem for moments when life feels heavy, yet your spirit still reaches for calm.Written and performed by Oluwaseyi Shedrack.#FaithPoetry #ChristianSpokenWord #PeaceInChrist #HealingWordsReal peace doesn't begin when life gets easy. It begins when you understand what holds life together. Not just facts, not just beliefs— but a quiet, steady knowing. A deep understanding of the One behind everything. The more you know, the less you fear. The more you understand, the more joy rises from within. It is not about knowing all the answers, it is about knowing the source. That is the beginning of peace. That is the kind of joy the world can't take from you.

“Still Becoming” is a spoken poem about growth, grace, and divine patience.It’s for anyone who feels unfinished — a reminder that you are not a mistake in progress, but a masterpiece still forming in the hands of God.You are seen, shaped, and deeply loved… even in the in-between.Written and performed by Oluwaseyi Shedrack#FaithPoetry #ChristianSpokenWord #Becoming #GraceInProgress #HealingWords 📝 Full Poem (Lyrics):You — yes, you…with the question heavy in your chest,with silence louder than faith —you are not unfinished by accident.There’s something sacred about the factthat you are still here.Still standing.Still breathing.Still becoming.Because the One who started something in youdidn’t walk away when the light dimmed,didn’t flinch when your hands shook,didn’t retreat when your prayers broke.What He began — that quiet work no one sees,the shift inside your soul,the healing beneath your silence —He’s still doing it.Still shaping it.Still loving you through it.You are not abandoned.You are not a paused promise.You are a process held in holy hands.Even when progress feels like standing still,even when you’re not sure if you’re getting betteror just getting by —know this: He’s not done.He won’t be done until the dayyou see Him face to face.And until then…you are safe in the unfinished.You are strong in the slow.You are not behind —you are becoming.And every quiet step forward counts.So breathe.Rest if you need.But don’t stop.He’s still working —and so are you.

“The Circle of Glory” is a short spoken poem about the eternal harmony between the Father, Son, and Spirit — and how humanity is invited into that divine flow.It reminds us that glory isn’t taken, it’s shared — moving from God, to God, through God, in us.Written and performed by Oluwaseyi Shedrack#FaithPoetry #ChristianSpokenWord #Trinity #WorshipPoem #GloryToGod 📝 Full Poem (Lyrics):The Son looks upand gives glory to the Father.The Spirit movesand gives glory to the Son.Man obeysand gives glory to the Spirit.And somehow—all become one.Not in power,but in purpose.Not by force,but by love.Glory flows like a river—from God,to God,through God—in us.

"Famous" is a spoken poem about the quiet longing to be seen — not by the world, but by the One who truly knows us.It’s a journey through fear, judgment, and hidden purpose — a reminder that true fame isn’t found in crowds or applause, but in being fully known by God.Written and performed by Oluwaseyi Shedrack#FaithPoetry #ChristianSpokenWord #IdentityInChrist #HealingWords📝 Full Poem (Lyrics):I always dream of being famous,Not for the light,Not for the crowd,But for the chance to be fully seen — and not judged.Because long before the cameras,Before the applause I never heard,I met someone who listened,Not to my words, but to the tremble beneath them.He didn’t shut me down,Didn’t weigh me like people do.He looked at me and saw truth,Even when I didn’t believe in me.But now I stand,Quiet in the shadow of fear,Judgment,Embarrassment —The lie that says I’m too strange to be loved,Too different to be heard.So I hide...No pictures,No stage,No voice.But something inside still burns —A name.A light.A purpose.Because I wasn’t born just to watch others live.I was called.Crafted.Loved.And maybe... just maybe,The most powerful fameIs being known by God —And finally knowing me.

“Chains” is a spoken poem about the battles of the mind — the invisible fears and expectations that try to bind us.It’s my story of finding grace, even when faith feels heavy.Written and performed by Oluwaseyi Shedrack#FaithPoetry #ChristianSpokenWord #HealingWords————Full Poem:Chains wrap around my soul—Not forged of iron, but born of fear,Woven from voices that whisperI am never whole.I wear no crown,Hold no sword,Yet these chains bind me,Invisible but unyielding,Bearing the weight of expectationAnd silent judgment.I sit in church,Yet sometimes I drift away—Not for lack of belief,But when grace feels distantAnd the strict rules are too heavy to breathe.They say, “You must serve.You must sing.You must look holy.”But what if silence is my song,And true worship lies in my quiet deeds?I love the colors, the beat, the dance,Yet my heart still longs for a purer light.I may not always fit the picture you expect,But I still crave what is right.I’m not Judas, I’m not fake—Just broken, honest, and sincere.I stumble along the narrow road,Even when the path is unclear.So, don’t call me prisoner,Don’t cast your stones in haste—If God sees hearts,Then perhaps mine will find its wayTo the light at last.