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

When Temptation Comes (poem by me)

There was a crafty serpent in the garden,
Too clever to strike his direct target,
He aimed to tempt the wife of Adam,
Then Eve sowed the seed of the devil’s harvest.

Learn the lesson of good and faithful Job,
When his wife told him to curse God and die,
He remembered the grace God had bestowed,
He didn’t sin against the God Most High.

Satan opposed Jesus through Peter’s words,
He tempted the Lord to shrink from death,
Jesus wasn’t enticed to self-preserve,
He loved all mankind with His dying breath.

Beware! Temptation will always comes along,
Remember God’s love, stand firm, and stay strong.

 “No temptation has overtaken you except what is common to mankind. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can endure it.”—1 Corinthans 10:13

The 144,000 (poem by me)

LISTEN! Hear the sound from heaven,
It’s like rushing water or rolling thunder,
LISTEN! A company of harps,
A new song is sung — a secret one,
144,000 know the song,
You can hear it if you LISTEN.

LOOK! They stand on Mount Zion
before the throne of the Lamb,
LOOK! They’re the redeemed of the earth,
They’re the first-fruits of mankind,
144,000 follow the Lamb,
You can see it if you LOOK.

UNDERSTAND! They are blameless
with no lie in their mouths,
UNDERSTAND! They are virgins,
never defiled by a woman,
144,000 with God’s name,
You can grasp His holiness if you UNDERSTAND.

*Based on Revelation 14:1-5.

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The Mark of the Beast (poem by me)

Sons and daughters, listen to my voice,
A time will come when people in ev’ry place,
must receive the mark of the beast by choice,
to buy and sell things in the marketplace.

It will be on the forehead or on the hand,
It might be an implanted computer chip,
It might be a barcode tattoo or brand,
Maybe an identification strip.

The number is of the beast: 666.
They can kill your body but not your soul,
Death to the flesh is better than this!
Fear God, He has sovereign control.

Be warned, my dear, not to go with flow,
When the time comes, stand firm and say no!

*This poem is based on Revelation 13:11-18.
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The Beast from the Sea (poem by me)

The dragon stands near the ocean shore,
and a beast emerges,
It is given great authority,
and people worship the beast from the sea.

It has seven heads and ten horns,
One head seems to have a fatal wound,
but he recovers from the injury,
and people worship the beast from the sea.

Its mouth is like that of a lion,
Its feet resemble a bear’s,
It utters proud and bold blasphemy,
and people worship the beast from the sea.

The beast wages war against God’s people
whose names are written in the Lamb’s book of life,
They will be led into captivity,
but they won’t worship the beast from the sea.

*This poem is based on Revelation 13:1-10.
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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.