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?

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?

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.

 

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.

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.