Your Time is Up (poem by me)

Tic-tock, tic-tock, your time is up,
God will judge your every deed,
The game is over, drink the cup.

Silence now, don’t interrupt,
Not the time to beg or plead,
Tic-tock, tic-tock, your time is up.

Was your life righteous or corrupt?
In the gospel, have you believed?
The game is over, drink from the death cup.

Does Jesus have your trust?
Or has Satan successfully deceived?
Tic-tock, tic-tock, your time is up.

Were you humble or puffed up?
Were you the fertile seed or a stubborn weed?
The game is over, drink from the death cup.

Eternal destinies are not decided by luck,
Choose Christ today before you’re buried,
Tic-tock, tic-tock, your time is up,
The game is over, drink from the death cup.

” For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.” —John 3:16

This lifetime is the time given to make the choice between good and evil, between heaven and hell, between God or Satan. Have you chosen Christ to be your Savior?

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.

Rise Up (poem by me)

The one who dips in the bowl will betray,
Why did he come home stumbling drunk again?
Don’t be afraid; rise up and pray.

He fumbles his words with nonsense to say,
He smells of vomit mixed with coke and gin,
The one who dipped in the bowl will betray.

My impulse is to yell and run away,
My thoughts are venom and hope grows dim,
Don’t be afraid; rise up and pray.

It had felt like just another dull weekday,
He makes up a story about where he’s been,
The one who dipped in the bowl will betray.

His eyes reflect his moral decay,
His mouth curls into a wicked grin,
Don’t be afraid; rise up and pray.

He does not know the hurt he caused me today,
He laughs and says he’s committed no sin,
The one who dipped in the bowl will betray,
Don’t be afraid; rise up and pray.

“Evening and morning and at noon I utter my complaint and moan, and he hears my voice.” —Psalm 55:17

Prayer: Lord, We lift up those spouses, parents, children, friends, and others who are dealing with the ongoing consequences of alcoholism. We ask these people would be brought to repentance of their sin, hatred of their habits, and would call on You to deliver them. We pray You would hear their prayer and bring them out of that lifestyle for the amazing future You have in store for them. In Christ’s Name, Amen.

(BTW, I am alright. This is not my situation. It’s an expression of empathy towards those who are currently experiencing it. Thanks for caring though!)

NOTE:  If you or a loved one is living in an unsafe home situation, please remove yourself from this circumstance until it is made safe again. If no one believes you and will help you, keep telling your story and asking for help until someone does.