Poetic Prayer for the Unsaved (poem by me)

Lord of all mankind, nothing is too hard for You,
Thank You for saving me and washing me of my sin,
I know You are real and Your Word is true,
Now I come before You for my friends and kin.

Open their eyes to see they strayed,
Let them repent of sin and comprehend,
Cause them to feel shame and disgrace,
So they’ll reach out for You before their life’s end.

Let them reach out for You and see You’re near,
You are knocking at their door even now,
You’re speaking to them — let them hear,
Let them open the door — show them how.

Show them that those who seek will find,
Reveal the depth of Your love and grace,
How Your Son died for the sins of mankind,
Illustrate how His punishment took our place.

Let them ask for and receive the Holy Spirit,
Like a kind Father, it’s Your good pleasure to give it.

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

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?

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

Make Him Known (poem by me)

Guilt, guilt, like a scepter lying in wait,
Dread, dread, like a harbinger of things to come,
Heavy burden, like an atomic weight,
Fear, the steady beat of an ominous drum.

Cry out, you captives, ask for your release,
Throw off the chains of your prisoner’s cell,
Rise up and pray for God’s perfect peace,
Sing a song of praise to Immanuel.

Tell how God sewed up your broken heart,
How He set you free from your sinful ways,
How He changed your thoughts and gave you a new start,
That He’ll raise you up at the end of days.

The Lord deserves your adoration,
Make Him known to every nation.

“The Spirit of the Sovereign LORD is on me, because the LORD has anointed me to proclaim good news to the poor. He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners…”
—Isaiah 61:1

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

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.

Nefarious But True (poem by me)

Memorize your face
Memorize your tales
Tales so nefarious
Tales so jagged
Jagged daggers of revenge
Jagged stabs at life
Life so liquid
Life so frenzied
Frenzied attempts to find God
Frenzied for His love
Love so genuine
Love so pure
Pure admiration for His creativity
Pure admiration for His cleverness
Cleverness that astounds
Cleverness that humbles
Humbles you to your knees
Humbles you beyond your senses
Senses that lie
Senses that yield to temptation
Temptation that drags you away
Temptation that dulls your conscience
Conscience so willing to be muddied
Conscience that likes to sleep
Sleep in fragrant dreams
Sleep in ignorant bliss
Bliss that kills the soul
Bliss that loves flattery
Flattery that tempts idols
Flattery that yields to sin
Sin that leads to death
Sin that needs forgiveness
Forgiveness that is costly
Forgiveness that heals
Heals your broken soul
Heals your mortal wounds
Wounds from His feet
Wounds from your past
Past weaved by you
Past torn by others
Others who were careless
Others who dismiss
Dismiss your identity
Dismiss His existence
Existence that's nonnegotiable
Existence that is true
True Savior
True sacrifice for mankind
Mankind…
Savior…

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The Depraved (poem by me)

The heavy wooden door creaks,
A half-dead butler speaks,
"Welcome to the House of Horrors,
Time to meet some fiendish freaks."

You can feel free to rove and roam,
To me, every inch is well known,
Because this house is my own mind,
I'm always trapped in my grim home.

Morals may seem out of place,
My conscience is a wide open space,
My lack of empathy is chilling,
But my rage stokes the fireplace.

How did you get a Bible in—
Past the freaks and heavy sin?
Read another cleansing verse,
Teach me freedom and salvation.

"If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and 
will forgive us our sins and purify us from all 
unrighteousness." —1 John 1:9

Down the Rabbit Hole (poem by me)

I wish I had just said no
the first time I tasted sin
It's like going down a rabbit hole.

I thought it would help me reach my goal
like a genie from Aladdin
I wish I had just said no.

Sins to make life less dull
Sins to make a friend
I wish I had just said no.

Can't stop, can only go
I'm worse than I've ever been
It's like going down a rabbit hole.

God, please take control
Make me a saint again
I wish I had just said no
It's like going down a rabbit hole.

"For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is 
eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord." —Romans 6:23

Repentance (poem by me)

…regrets having done it,
…recognizes offense,
…remembers no glory,
…reports no poor excuse,
…renders no shift of blame,
…repairs what can be fixed,
…re-routes future action.

“Jesus answered them, ‘It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick. I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners to repentance.’” –Luke 5:31-32

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