At the Door (poem by me)

Gaze not at wine while it is red,
You will only want more and more,
Have sparkling water in its stead,
Your sin is waiting at the door.

Avoid her; do not walk her way,
Your lust has chained you before,
Her batting lashes will betray,
Your sin is waiting at the door.

Harsh judgment lifts you up briefly,
Makes you forget your inner war,
Wash your hands of it completely,
Your sin is crouching at the door.

If you fail to heed my advice,
Don’t let guilt knock you to the floor,
God paid for your sin with a price,
Jesus is waiting at the door.

“Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with that person, and they with me.”—Revelation 3:20

The Seven Bowls of God’s Wrath (poem by me)

The first angel’s bowl is poured,
and people break out in festering sores.
The second angel’s bowl is spilled,
and every aquatic animal is killed.
The third angel’s bowl is served,
rivers turn to blood as deserved.
The fourth angel’s bowl was discharged,
and the sun scorched skin and left it charred.
The fifth angel’s bowl was scattered,
the light fled and darkness gathered.
The sixth angel’s bowl is heaped,
and water made way for kings of the east.
The seventh angel’s bowl is emptied,
huge hailstones left bodies buried.
Come what may, hold onto your belief,
because the Son of Man comes like a thief.

*Based on Revelation 16.
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The Locust Army (poem by me)

A key unlocks the shaft of the Abyss,
Smoke pours out and blocks the sun,
Out of the smoke come tortuous locusts,
All hail their king, the angel Apollyon.

Their teeth are fierce like teeth of a lion,
Their faces look like that of a human,
Their breastplates look like they are made of iron,
Their hair appears like hair of a woman.

They sting their victims like a scorpion,
They don’t kill—only inflict serious pain,
The locusts never attack God’s children,
Their time is limited—a five month reign.

People wish for death but never receive
That’s prophecy for those who don’t believe.

This poem is inspired by Revelation 9.

 

The Sixth Seal (tanka by me)

Earthquakes shake the ground,
All mountains move from their place,
The moon turns blood red,
The sun turns black like onyx,
Stars fall from the sky to Earth.

Everyone hides,
They hide from the wrath of God,
Terror seizes them all,
The angels hold back the wind,
No wind blows on land or sea.

The great multitude
from all tongues, tribes, and nations
stand before the throne
wearing white robes, holding palms
crying out praise to the Lord.

This tanka is inspired by Revelation 6-7.

 

Worthy of Praise (kyrielle by me)

Almighty God sits on His throne,
Emitting light like a precious stone,
Elohim, You will rule always,
Lord God, You are worthy of praise.

An elder will throw down his crown,
Before You, he’ll fall on the ground,
We will worship You all our days,
Lord God, You are worthy of praise.

Your cherubim have many eyes,
They show honor for they are wise,
Lord, You never cease to amaze,
Lord God, You are worthy of praise.

*This kyrielle poem was inspired by Revelation 4.

Alpha & Omega (sonnet by me)

Jesus made us to be a kingdom and priests
to serve His God and heavenly Father,
He sat before us fine linen for feasts,
To our spirits, He is living water.

In His right hand, He holds seven stars,
Angels carry His decree—
He reminds them of His holy scars,
His blood that set the captives free.

Behold! He comes from the sky on a cloud,
Every human eye sees and perceives,
His voice like a trumpet calls loud,
He holds the keys to death and Hades.

From His mouth comes a double-edged sword,
Glory forever belongs to the Lord!

*This sonnet is based on Revelation 1.

The Relaxing Trees (poem by me)

There is a hammock
swinging in a wild meadow,
It’s tied to two trees
One tree is called “Trust in God”
The other is called “Firm Hope.”

You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and hills will burst into song before you, and all the trees of the field will clap their hands. —Isaiah 55:12

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