By Daily Review Online
Before the floodlights warmed the night,
Before the chants became a storm,
A quiet moment shaped the game—
A whisper lifted to the throne:
Lord, a hat-trick… let it be.
And heaven heard.
When Eberechi Eze rose on the field,
He rose from faith, not fortune.
Each strike was more than skill—
It was the echo of a prayer answered,
Grace unfolding in real time.
Three goals,
Three roars,
Three reminders that God still moves
In the lives of those who call on Him.
And when he knelt,
Hands lifted, eyes raised,
The stadium saw a celebration—
But he knew it was surrender.
For this is the rhythm of his journey:
Faith through rejection,
Hope through injury,
Strength through seasons others thought were endings.
Once released as a boy,
Now restored as a man—
Carried by the God who never released him.
So every goal becomes a testimony,
Every kneel a sermon,
Every lift of his hands an altar built
In the middle of the pitch.
And we who watch are reminded:
Prayer is not the last resort—
It is the first victory.
For in a world ruled by speed and strength,
There is still a greater force at work:
The unseen courage of a heart that believes
And the quiet, unstoppable power of prayer.