By Bishop Dr Musa Peter Omale (Bishop POEM)

Introduction: A Generation on the Edge of Glory
To the audacious ones who scroll with lightning thumbs and think in reels and rhythms—
To the tribe that doesn’t follow the crowd but creates the current—
To the ones who feel too much and yet long for more—
Hear me. Not with ears tuned to entertainment, but with hearts hungry for eternity.

You are not a random group in a digital crowd. You are a coded company. A people planted by prophecy. A generation God didn’t whisper into history—He roared you into existence! You are the echoes of ancient prayers, the answers to grandma’s groanings, the results of ancestral intercessions. You are prophecy in motion, not just youth in transition.

Chapter One: The Fire in Your DNA
You don’t just want truth—you want raw, bleeding reality. You’re not impressed by empty pulpit poetry or filtered perfection. Your spirit craves depth, your mind demands logic, your eyes search for fire. That craving isn’t a flaw; it’s divine.

It’s the ember of Eden calling you back to the Flame. It’s the whisper of eternity echoing in your bloodstream. It’s why shallow religion nauseates you. It’s why fake smiles repel you. It’s why hypocrisy stinks like expired cologne to your discerning soul.

You are wired to burn. And that burn is not anxiety—it’s assignment.

Chapter Two: The Missing Link Is Not Missing—It’s You
You are not looking for a revival; you are the revival. You are not chasing a move of God; you are heaven’s movement. The groaning in your belly, the unexplainable restlessness, that “something is missing” cry? It’s a heavenly pregnancy kicking for delivery.

But here’s the irony: you won’t find it in rebellion. Nor in religion. Nor in resignation. You’ll find it when you realize the missing thing… is the real you.
The you that prays without pretending.
The you that fasts without flexing.
The you that forgives like a rebel turned saint.
The you that’s unashamed of tears, tongues, and truth.

Chapter Three: The Craving You Can’t Kill
Let’s be brutally honest. You’ve tried everything.
You’ve tasted fame in a TikTok clip.
You’ve flirted with lust in late-night texts.
You’ve drowned boredom in Netflix marathons and scrolled past peace a thousand times.
But nothing fills you. Why?
Because you were made for more.

You were not born to binge. You were born to burn.
You were not made to swipe. You were made to slay serpents.
You were not created to just vibe. You were created to vibrate heaven into the earth.

That craving for authenticity, that itch for impact, that hunger to matter—it’s not carnal. It’s sacred. And it won’t go away until you say yes to your deeper calling.

Chapter Four: The Anomaly You Are
Gen Z, you are a divine contradiction:
You cry and conquer.
You doubt but still believe.
You fall but stand taller.
You are vulnerable but dangerous.
You post memes yet carry mantles.

You are a hybrid of Elijah and Elon.
You understand downloads in the cloud and downloads from heaven.
You dance on TikTok and still long to walk with God.

You are not too young to heal.
You are not too weak to war.
You are not too broken to burn.
Your scars are scrolls. Your shame is now sacred strategy.
You are God’s glitch in a broken system. His code in a corrupt culture.

Chapter Five: Language of Lions
Let me teach you a secret:
Heaven has a language.
Not King James. Not church clichés. But fire.
When God speaks, things burn—bushes, hearts, nations.

And now He’s looking for those who don’t just echo old sermons but roar new sounds.
Will you dare to speak fire?
Will you post purity and not just popularity?
Will you write captions that don’t just attract likes but awaken dead souls?

The world doesn’t need another influencer. It needs interrupters.
Not just platforms, but prophets.
Not just rebels, but reformers.

And you, Gen Z, were born with this lion’s tongue.
Now let the lions arise.

Chapter Six: Rebellion Reimagined
Let me tell you the greatest rebellion in this age:
Holiness.
Yes, purity is the new punk.
Intercession is the new protest.
Lifting hands is louder than slogans.
Walking away from sin is the loudest mic-drop you’ll ever make.

True rebellion is not running from the church. It’s becoming the church hell regrets.
It’s not throwing shade at old moves—it’s building altars with your life.
The real vibe is living holy in a world that’s addicted to hype.

Chapter Seven: Sacred Spaces in Secret Places
You want proof of power?
Try praying at midnight.
Try fasting when no one’s watching.
Try reading scripture instead of scrolling.
Try sitting still until the Spirit sits with you.

These are the sacred algorithms that shake hell.
You don’t need a stage to shake the world.
All you need is a room, a hunger, and a God who never ignores a knock.

When you kneel, angels gather.
When you whisper Jesus, demons scream.
When you consecrate, you recreate atmospheres.
That secret place is where legends are born.

Chapter Eight: Vessels That Break Trends
Listen to me, glory vessel:
You don’t have to fit in.
You’re not a trend. You’re a throne.
You’re not created for virality. You’re crafted for victory.

You are not too weird—you’re just too holy for hell to handle.
You are not too emotional—you are prophetically sensitive.
You are not too different—you’re divinely designed.

Stay pure when others compromise.
Stay kind when others clap back.
Stay hungry when others are full of themselves.
Stay faithful when fame flirts.
Stay burning when others settle for branding.

Chapter Nine: Build a Brand Called Heaven
Your brand is not your bio—it’s your burn.
It’s your prayer closet reputation.
It’s the intercessions heaven hears but Instagram doesn’t see.

You are a walking temple. A mobile upper room. A breathing altar.
You are not waiting for a move—you are the motion of heaven.
So brand your life with sacrifice.
Let people look at your life and ask, “What app is this? What power is this?!”

Tell them, “It’s Jesus—without the filter.”

Chapter Ten: A New Breed’s Manifesto
If you feel out of place, it’s because you are out of time.
You are not behind—you are ahead.
You are a seed from the future planted in the present to rewrite the past.

And here is your calling card:
Be loud in prayer.
Be bold in love.
Be clean in heart.
Be unashamed in Christ.

You are not waiting for revival.
You are waking it up.
Every heartbeat of yours is a drumroll for heaven’s descent.
Every breath is a sermon.
Every decision is an altar call.
Every scroll is a chance to scatter holy seeds.

Conclusion: A Call Without Saying It
So I won’t say the word.
I won’t mention it.
But I’ll describe it:
It smells like hunger.
It sounds like groans.
It feels like fire.
It looks like tears and tongues.
It grows in silence and explodes in songs.

If you’ve read this far, you’ve already tasted it.
You’ve already heard its whisper.
Now let it consume you.
Let your room become a runway for heaven.
Let your life become a billboard for holiness.
Let your choices become sermons.

You are the match.
You are the oil.
You are the altar.

Now burn, Gen Z.
Without asking for a movement—become it.

Amen.