But(t)s & Ewes (You’s) (poem by me)

But(t)s belong in the ashtray,
“But I only wanted to have fun,”
“But I am really a good person,”
That’s what people in hell say.

Ewes (You’s) belong to the Good Shepherd,
“You forgave all the sins of my life,”
“You sent Your Son as a sacrifice,”
That’s how those in heaven are accepted.

“’I am the good shepherd; I know my sheep and my sheep know me— just as the Father knows me and I know the Father—and I lay down my life for the sheep.'”—John 10:14-15

It can be tempting to justify ourselves when talking to God with “But I.” However, it is futile to justify ourselves at all. We only have hope in God’s mercy. Do you ever try to justify yourself before God?

Building Fences (poem by me)

You, Believer, are a pure white vinyl fence,
Crowned with ornate posts secured in concrete,
Against sin, you have premium resistance,
Yet you are single and feel incomplete.

If you take an unbeliever as your spouse,
Your fence will be finished in wood with gaping holes,
Every kind of sin will rush into your house,
Your lover will delight in being exposed.

You will scream and rage about the ambush,
The sin that rushed in, and the pain it evoked,
Haven’t you read the warning in God’s book?
With unbelievers, do not be unequally yoked.

If you haven’t already made this mistake,
Prefer to spend your time among God’s people,
God will send you someone — please patiently wait,
Then you will be a superior fence with no equal.

“Do not be yoked together with unbelievers. For what do righteousness and wickedness have in common? Or what fellowship can light have with darkness?” —2Corinthians 6:14

It is right to spend some time showering God’s love on non-Christians, but our close relationships (tight friendships and love interests) should be with Christians who are equally devoted to God as we are. Which friends in your life should you spend more time with?

Who Does God Love? (poem by me)

God shows no favoritism,
He loves men; He loves women,
He loves them from all nations,
God loves those who love Him.

God loves the little children,
He loves the abandoned,
He loves the heartbroken,
God loves those who love Him.

God loves those who’ve sinned,
Those who are grief-stricken,
who want to begin again,
God loves those who love Him.

“I love those who love me,and those who seek me find me.” —Proverbs 8:17

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

A Prayer Sonnet for the Unsaved (by me)

Oh Gracious God, reveal yourself to our loved ones,
Bestow on them belief in Your Triune nature,
Cause them to confess sins with remorseful tongues,
Inspire them to trust in Your Son as their Savior.

Compel them to deny other religions,
Avoid false teaching and untrue prophecies,
Advise them to become baptized as Christians,
and invite the Holy Spirit in their bodies.

Let them hunger for Your Word and read it daily,
Kindle a desire to seek You and serve You,
Coach them to share the love of Christ bravely,
Lead them to a church that will see them through.

We exalt You, Father, above everything,
We praise You as our everlasting Lord and King!

*I pray in agreement for the salvation of your loved ones. In Christ’s Name, Amen!

The Mighty Angel (poem by me)

A face like the sun,
The mighty angel places his
right foot on the sea
and his left foot on the land,
He holds a scroll in his hand.

He shouts like a roar,
Then the seven thunders speak
a great mystery,
Then the mighty angel says,
“There will be no more delay!”

I accept the scroll,
The mighty angel tells me,
“Take it and eat it,”
The scroll tastes sweet as honey
But turns sour in my stomach.

This poem is based on Revelation 10.

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.

 

God’s Symphony (poem by me)

Silence hangs in heaven like a thick cloud,
Seven angels accept their trumpets,
Incense is given to an angel,
along with the prayers of God’s people,
for the censer in the angel’s hand
comes before the golden altar
in front of God’s holy throne.

Smoke billows like a dense fog,
A sweet aroma fills the air,
The murmurs of many prayers rise
like a symphony before God’s throne,
It is hurled it down to earth in force
Lightning strikes, thunder cracks, ground shakes.

Four angels sound the trumpets,
Down comes hail and fire mixed with blood,
A blazing mountain thrown in the sea,
A star falls from the sky like a torch,
Part of the sun and moon turn dark,
An eagle speaks Woe! Woe! Woe!
For worse is yet to come on Earth…

This poem is inspired by Revelation 8.

The Four Horsemen (villanelle by me)

When the Lamb opens the sealed scroll,
Four riders on horses are released,
Will God’s mercy save a single soul?

The white horse is set to overthrow,
His weapon is the bow he carries,
When the Lamb opens the sealed scroll.

Then a red horse brings great woe,
The rider eliminates peace,
Will God’s mercy save a single soul?

Next comes a black horse ready to cull,
Poverty and inflation are unleashed,
When the Lamb opens the sealed scroll.

Last a pale horse is in control,
Death & Hades offer no reprieve,
Will God’s mercy save a single soul?

Why wait for God’s wrath to fill the bowl?
Repent now, trust God, and just believe,
When the Lamb opens the sealed scroll,
Will God’s mercy save a single soul?

*This villanelle is inspired by Revelation 6.

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.