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 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.

 

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.

 

Which Lampstand Are You? (sestina by me)

Christian, are you the Ephesus church?
Have you forsaken your first love?
Yet you have good deeds and are hard at work…
Do the things you did at first; repent!
And then if you hold onto your faith,
You will eat in the paradise of God.

Are your deeds unfinished in the sight of God?
Then you are part of the Sardis church,
You are falling asleep in your faith,
Remember God’s unfailing love,
Wake up your spirit! Wake up! Repent!
The Lord comes like a thief; get to work!

Adulterer, watching porn at work?
Do you not fear the one true God?
He will show you mercy when you repent,
You are not alone, Pergamum church,
He will assign you a new name, Love,
You will eat of His manna by faith.

Believer, you are wealthy in your faith,
Yet you receive little pay for your work,
They will admit He has shown you love,
You have never denied the Name of God,
You are Philadelphia or Smyrna,
Teach others to be true and repent.

Are you lukewarm in worship? Then repent!
Make a choice! Be hot or cold in your faith!
Worldly Christians belong to the Laodicea church,
You’re wealthy but do little or no work,
But are you rich towards Almighty God?
Buy understanding; share some love.

You have faith, service, even love,
But you follow false teaching; repent!
You have one Father, and He is God,
Hold onto God’s Word in full faith,
Then ruling nations will be your work,
Stay strong until the end, Thyatira church.

Is Christ your true love and in whom you place your faith?
Confess sins and repent, then trust He did the work,
You are a child of God no matter where you go to church.

*This sestina poem is inspired by Revelation 2-3.

Sin is an Escape Room (Poem by Me)

Ev’ry sin is a kind of escape room,
Sometimes Satan leads you in a wrong door,
Sometimes you are in the room from the womb,
People spend years in there staring at the floor.

Then a friend lifts your head,
Instead it could be a blunt confession,
Or a heartfelt prayer opens your eyes to see,
Else a verse frees you from the oppression.

You wait for the doorway to be unbarred,
Refuse to take the devil’s communion,
Sneak courageously past the demon guard,
And run for your dear life from loss and ruin.

In the Spirit of the Lord, there’s freedom*,
He restores what the locusts have eaten**.

*See 2nd Corinthians 3:17.
**See Joel 2:25.

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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