Enduring Faith

The Eye

The mirrored eye reveals what lies afar,
What seemed an endless void devoid of light.
And now that man has reached beyond our star,
They view a wondrous scene behind the night.
They hail the god of chance for all they see
And lavish words to laud its happenstance.
The deity they praise with fickle glee
Has blinded them to that which is not chance.
For all they see arranged was set in place
By One whose mind and might they won't perceive.
They have become too blind while they embrace
The nonexistent god to whom they cleave.
If they perceive what lies beyond the sky,
Why blind the inner eye to chase the lie?

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Poetic form: Sonnet

Webb

Beyond the vast and empty sky,
Where darkness dwells forever wide,
An eye arrives to question why.

The universe has long denied
A glimpse afar to those below
Who seek to see where stars collide.

But now the eye can help them know
Of stars the heavens never showed,
To share with them their splendid glow.

And so they'll see the night explode
With galaxies beyond what shows,
A part of space where time has slowed.

The eye unfolds from its repose
And peers inside the Maker's hand
To understand what heaven knows.

It then reveals a beauty grand,
Beyond what man can comprehend,
Yet held within a grain of sand.

Isaiah 40:12, 25, 26; Psalm 8:3,4

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Poetic form: Terza Rima

The Scarlet Beast

A tempest rises from the sea,
The sea of humankind.
There follows it a loathsome beast,
Which orders all, from high to least,
Its rulership to mind.

And on its back a harlot rides
While dressed in crimson red.
It presses all to faithful be
Toward the beast which has the key
To save the world from dread.

O Babylon, how blind you are!
The beast will be your death!
It will cast down your sickly flesh,
And all your treasures it will thresh,
So ends your sinful breath.

But then the beast will meet its end
When Armageddon starts.
True peace can only come from God,
For mankind's rulership is flawed
And full of wicked hearts.

And finally, when all is done,
We'll see a wondrous dawn!
The scarlet beast will be no more,
Not even wars nor men who roar;
The wicked ones are gone!

Psalm 37:9-11; Psalm 37:29

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Poetic form: Quintain

My Humble Plea

I kneel to you, O Sovereign One,
To plead that I complete my run
As I adhere to your decree;
Jehovah, hear my humble plea.

I beg of you, my strength renew,
That I may prove myself to you,
To flee from badness I may see;
Jehovah, hear my humble plea.

Sustain my faith, and courage too,
As I await what will be new,
A paradise where death won't be;
Jehovah, hear my humble plea.

O God, I offer songs of praise,
Today and all the future days,
And pledge my faithfulness to thee;
Jehovah, hear my humble plea.

I vow to you, Almighty God,
Your name eternally to laud,
To not befriend the roaring sea;
Jehovah, hear my humble plea.

Each night I pour my heart to you,
With grateful words before your view,
For I have faith you care for me,
That you will hear my humble plea.

Psalm 83:18; Isaiah 42:8

Isaiah 12:2; 2 Corinthians 4:7

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Poetic form: Quatrain - Kyrielle

The Night Will End

I've heard the groans of men who suffer wrong;
I've read injustice penned by those who rule;
I've felt the pain of children's muffled cries;
I've seen the poor exploited by the cruel.

The meek are weak declares the howling crowd,
While manly attributes are loathed and mocked.
Such ones impugn the standards set by God,
Adopting wanton morals they concoct.

No man can e'er undo the woes they've sowed;
No man can bring an end to ceaseless wars;
No man can hope to rule a peaceful world;
No man can purge the ills from distant shores.

I do renounce the wisdom of the world!
I have refused to join the freely blind!
I stand with those who walk the narrow road!
I yearn to one day leave this world behind.

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Poetic form: Quatrain

The Storm Has Passed

One early dawn, I walked a path
A storm had draped with snow.
Though winter lessened in her wrath,
The frost that trailed her aftermath
Had slapped my face with sleet in tow,
Her icy grip to show.

I heard a voice amid the gale
As winter slowed her dance.
It echoed through the falling hail
And sounded like a mournful wail,
Which freed me from a frigid trance;
I chanced a wary glance.

It said to me: “forget the past,
The pages that have turned.
The ink has faded, time has passed,
And holding on will only cast
Continued pain you have not earned,
But keep what you have learned.”

I weighed the words, then looked around
To share my thankful glee.
But no one there my eyes had found,
So set my eyes upon the ground,
No footprints 'round that I could see,
But ones left there by me.

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Poetic form: Sexain

Guide My Steps

Like David's heart, my own is crushed;
I've waited here for friends to care.
But I'm alone, a trampled reed;
In tears, I turn to you in prayer.

Oh, mercy be the hand you show;
May words of comfort flow from you.
Renew my strength, for I am weak;
Refresh my soul like morning dew.

Instill in me a loyal heart,
And help me always guard its door.
For I do hate the froward deeds
Of those whom worldly ways adore.

Stretch out your hand to hold my own,
And guide my steps away from there.
Infuse my soul with fortitude,
I beg of you, in my despair.

Isaiah 41:10; Isaiah 57:15; Psalm 34:18

Psalm 51:17; Psalm 31:7; Psalm 145:18

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Poetic form: Quatrain

The Road To Life

This darkened world calls out to me,

The wicked join in its decree.

The constant peal of bells is loud,

Demanding heads to Baal be bowed.

A harlot rides a fearsome beast;

Her thirst for red has not decreased.

Unknown to most, her end is near;

She'll soon be stunned with horrid fear.

I will continue walking strong,

Dissenting from a world of wrong.

The wider road is full of strife;

The narrow road will lead to life.

My back is turned to pleading cries,

Renouncing myths and endless lies.

I aim to reach the finish line,

To see a world of God's design.

Matthew 7:13, 14

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Poetic form: Couplet

The Great Tribulation

The winds approach the stygian night;
They howl to Death all life to smite.
A tribulation heads our way,
Yet man ignores that time of fright.

Remember those in Noah's day;
They sought a life of ease and play.
But then the rain came pouring down
And swept that wicked world away.

Unveil your eyes and look around;
You'll see a godless, evil frown.
Recall the days when angels strayed
And men would kneel to Satan's crown.

Be like the eight who were unswayed
By men who mocked and disobeyed.
Keep safe your faith; your hope embrace;
You'll see the day for which you've prayed.

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Poetic form: Quatrain - Rubaiyat

A New World

I have observed a world of dread
Where children beg for crumbs of bread.
I see the poor in tattered clothes
Who fear the days that lie ahead.

I see the crowds in angry throes
Commence assaults with fatal blows,
And mobs that surge like ocean waves
To silence all whom they oppose.

I also see the plight of slaves,
Whose hopes and dreams are cast in graves;
The endless wars that butcher men;
The greedy hands of ruthless knaves.

I will not see these things again,
For they will end—not if, but when.
Then humankind will be at peace,
And all the earth will cry, “Amen!”

I pray and wait for that release
When greed and hate will end and cease.
I gaze and smile at what's to come—
A paradise of joyful ease.

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Poetic form: Quatrain - Rubaiyat

Open Your Eyes

Open your eyes and look ahead;
To hope, hold firm, be not afraid.
God's Kingdom brings an end to dread!

Refuse to join a world misled,
Resist the ones whose hearts are swayed,
Open your eyes and look ahead.

With courage, aim the Word to spread;
The roaring nations soon will fade;
God's Kingdom brings an end to dread!

Arise and lift your heads instead
To sing out loud with faith arrayed;
Open your eyes and look ahead.

For you, redeeming blood was shed;
The ransom has been fully paid;
God's Kingdom brings an end to dread!

Our tears will voice the words unsaid
To praise the One who breaks the blade.
Open your eyes and look ahead,
God's Kingdom brings an end to dread!

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Poetic form: Villanelle

Hold Fast, You Brave Ones!

The northern king has risen from his sleep
And lays a siege to end the Kingdom news.
His armies storm the homes of humble sheep
To silence all who dare God's rule to choose.
Behind him stands the Dragon full of rage,
He knows his kingship soon will meet its end.
He spurs the northern king to take the stage,
To crush the ones whose faith he fails to bend.
Though fear may course their veins as they hold fast,
They are prepared to wield God's word in hand.
And though the Dragon's force is great and vast,
Jehovah's angels swarm like grains of sand.
Hold fast, you brave ones, lower not your hand!
With you, a greater army soon will stand!

Ephesians 6:16, 17; 2 Kings 6:16, 17

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Poetic form: Sonnet

The Choice

A fallen angel reaches out to me
Asserting fame and riches can be mine.
And all I have to do is turn the key,
Then enter through a door of his design.
He claims a better life is mine to make;
The narrow road I'm on, I can replace.
The door of his design is mine to take,
To roam an easy road at my own pace.
But I will not pursue what I can see,
For it would leave me blind to what's divine.
The narrow road will yield the valid key
To enter through the door of God's design.
Beware of him who sows deceptive scenes
To steal your precious hope by guileful means.

Matthew 7:13, 14; 2 Corinthians 11:14; 1 Peter 5:8; Ephesians 6:11

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Poetic form: Sonnet

To The King of The North

Be warned, O raging, northern king,
Your time will come to pass!
For you have trampled holy ground
And scourge the lowly class.

You brandish weapons forged with hands
To threaten peaceful men.
The women, children, you condemn,
With lashes from a pen.

Observe their faces, northern king,
Their joy you will not crush!
Your armies strive to silence them;
Their lips you will not hush!

Like swarms of locusts, they proceed!
United, God they laud!
You'll fail to bring an end to them!
Jehovah is their God!

So warned you are, O haughty king,
Your actions are unwise.
They won't retreat, and soon you'll see
God's arm for them will rise!

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Poetic form: Quatrain - Ballad Stanza

O Death

O Death, my hated foe, for me, you've come;
You wish to snatch my breath before the storm.
You thrill to see decay has clothed my form,
And now you wait to see if I succumb.

My face has oft displayed the pain inside,
A sense of sadness served by gloomy days.
At times, the pain has veiled my songs of praise,
And so, it seems to you, my hope has died.

But you, O Death, have failed to see in me
The steadfast faith in God which holds me firm.
A faith that I alone cannot affirm,
But seen by Him to whom I bend my knee.

So then, O Death, as you can doubtless see,
I do not fear the darkness of the grave,
For even if you cage the life you crave,
The One I serve has always held the key.

1 Corinthians 15:55; Isaiah 25:8; Isaiah 26:19; Revelation 21:4

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Poetic form: Quatrain - Enclosed Rhyme

Strength To Cope

Infuse in me the strength to cope,

To lean on you when storms approach.

Please search my heart, in you, I hope;

Infuse in me the strength to cope.

For words, at times, I seem to grope,

But earnest prayers, you won't reproach.

Infuse in me the strength to cope,

To lean on you when storms approach.

Philippians 4:13; 2 Corinthians 4:7-9; Psalm 46:1

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Poetic form: Triolet

Facing The Storms

The waves dilate as darkened clouds expand;
A woeful soul observes the nearing storm.
He sees the charcoaled sky extend its hand,
Then feels the cresting waves toward him swarm.
What hope is there beyond what eyes can see
While in the frigid arms of gloating Death?
With trembling lips, he cries an urgent plea,
And begs Jehovah God to spare his breath.
His eyes are bloodshot red from many tears,
But he defies the urge to beg for sleep.
Forlorn of heart, yet fighting 'gainst his fears,
He sees his pleas are heard and starts to weep.
When mounting storms assail your precious hope,
Beseech the One who grants the strength to cope.

Psalm 116:1-9; Philippians 4:6, 7, 13; Isaiah 41:10; Proverbs 3:5, 6

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Poetic form: Sonnet

Godly Faith

A thousand times my knees have hit the floor
When plaintive thoughts of failure scourged my heart,
But faith in God impels me evermore.

The world applauds the things that I abhor;
The sampling of its ways I won't take part;
A thousand times my knees have hit the floor.

Like crashing ocean waves upon the shore,
Temptation daily seeks my will to cart,
But faith in God impels me evermore.

I won't give heed to sin's imploring roar
Nor hear the taunts of those to soon depart;
A thousand times my knees have hit the floor.

Relentless arrows strike my guarded door
To cause my precious hope to fall apart,
But faith in God impels me evermore.

The urges of the fallen flesh implore;
I do decline that godless road to chart.
A thousand times my knees have hit the floor,
But faith in God impels me evermore.

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Poetic form: Villanelle

Oppose Darkness

As darkness sways the minds of men,
Preventing light from shining through,
Employ the armor and the sword,
And fight to hold to what is true.

The world will scorn the faith you show,
As darkness sways the minds of men,
But hold on tight to love and hope;
Refuse to walk that path again.

When facing trials, ask for strength;
Rely on God to show the way.
As darkness sways the minds of men,
Be careful not to go astray.

But if your knee should hit the ground,
Cry out to God to guide you then,
And he will firmly hold your hand
As darkness sways the minds of men.

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Poetic form: Quatern

Keep Your Senses

When from afar you hear the roar,
Do not delay to guard your door.
He subtly aims your mind to sway,
To leave behind what you adore.

This master hunter looks for prey;
Your hope and faith he seeks to slay.
But keep your senses to perceive
The traps he sets along your way.

Be wise, your faith he aims to thieve;
He stalks your path from eve to eve.
With vile intent, he'll strike a blow
To cause your heart with pain to grieve.

Remain alert with love aglow;
Your faith each day be quick to show.
Await the day that God has set,
A time to end this dreadful foe.

1 Peter 5:8

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Poetic form: Quatrain - Rubaiyat

See With Eyes of Faith

What light do clouded eyes not see?
Why blind though signs abound?
The wars that bathe the earth in blood
And quakes that wake the ground?

Diseases scourging young and old;
The spread of hunger, drought?
Disdain for truth and modesty
While letting hatred sprout?

From long ago they were foretold,
To warn of dreadful days,
When men would turn from sacred words
To seek their selfish ways.

Why won't they see these lucid signs
Yet cling to glaring lies?
They slander God, whom they despise—
The path to their demise.

Take care to firmly guard your faith,
For he who brought the lie
Will tempt a weakened heart to doubt
And cause his hope to die.

Though others may ignore the signs,
We know God's word is light.
And so we see the prophecies,
With faith that gives us sight.

Exert to reach the finish line,
The prize we've longed to see!
A paradise, with Christ as King;
We'll then forever be!

Hebrews 11:1, 6; 2 Timothy 3:1-5; Matthew 24:4-14

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Poetic form: Quatrain - Ballad Stanza

To Those Who Left

Retrieve the love you prized and shared
When kingdom news you would declare.
Remember when you truly cared,
So call to God in tears and prayer.

Return and light your joy and hope,
As in the days you felt his care.
Be meek and humble while you cope,
And pray to Jah your weight to bear.

This darkened world will meet its end,
So leave behind its noxious air.
Have trust in God that you will mend
And show the love you've longed to share.

His judgment day won't be delayed,
And mournful cries will fill the air.
Fulfill the vow you gladly made
The day he freed you from despair.

Psalm 119:176; Psalm 86:5

Return To Jehovah

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Poetic form: Quatrain

The Cell Tells

Unwise are those who mask the truth with lies,
Who claim that life arose from lifeless ooze.
They choose to see with Darwin's blinded eyes,
So fail to note creation's many clues.
They mock the thought that life had guiding hands,
That God designed and breathed life into man.
To boundless chance they bow as ardent fans,
Insisting that is how all life began.
The humble human cell cries out to them
To seek and search within its guarded halls.
And there they'll find the truth that will condemn
The lies retold and writ on wobbly walls.
His wondrous work they view with covered eyes
While sipping barren brew distilled with lies.

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Poetic form: Sonnet

Spiritual Warfare

My armor bears the scars of battles fought;
I've stumbled to my knees while pressing on.
At times my will to fight had waned to naught;
I seemed to lack the strength to see the dawn.
The wicked one declares that I have lost,
Then laughs at all the errors I have made.
He boasts my waning life will soon be tossed,
Proclaiming I'm alone and soon will fade.
But I recall the mercy God had shown
The times when sin assailed my gated door.
I know with all my heart I'm not alone,
And so I wield the sword as angels soar.
The love of God and Christ has shown the way;
I'll fight until the end, my vow to pay.

Jonah 2:9; Philippians 4:13

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Poetic form: Sonnet

Come, See

Come, see a day when wars have ceased;
When lands, from pain, have been released;
Where mended hearts with love are tied,
And from their eyes, sad tears have dried.

Come, see a world of joyful peace,
Where hatred from all hearts will cease.
Where age no longer wrinkles skin,
And youthful vigor flows within.

Come, see the blind regain their sight;
The mute sing songs with sheer delight;
The deaf hear voices once concealed;
The lame ones running on a field.

Come, see that death cannot enslave
The ones God calls back from the grave.
The joy of seeing loved ones rise
Will fill all hearts with joyous cries.

I know that what you see is true;
Not man, but God, will see it through.
Come, join the throng you warmly view;
Eternal life can be yours, too.

Revelation 21:3-5; Daniel 2:44
Isaiah 35: 5, 6; Psalm 37:9-11

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Poetic form: Couplet

Have Faith

A frightful giant rose from darkened lands
To mock the battle lines of Jacob's sons.
He held a sword and lance with mighty hands
And threatened death to God's anointed ones.
Great fear had gripped the men who held the line;
Before them stood a foe of fearful might.
The soldiers failed to trust the One Divine,
The One whose hand would send their foes to flight.
A child then strode to meet Goliath's dare,
But only with his faith and little stones.
He offered praise to God and said a prayer,
Then used his sling to break Goliath's bones.
A little stone he flung with faith in God,
The One whose arm arose to break the rod.

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Poetic form: Sonnet

Babylon The Great

The earthly kings prepare to go to war
And bring an end to Babylon the Great.
That evil harlot rules from times of yore,
But swift will be the fall from her estate.
All humankind will see her grievous sins,
The wicked deeds that stain her garish gown.
And when that tribulation day begins,
She will receive no aid when trampled down.
But brief will be the time of that distress,
And loyal ones will show with whom they stand.
Not haughty kings who war and conflict press,
But He who sweeps them off with His right hand.
O sinful Babylon, your end is near!
So sip your last red wine, then quake with fear.

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Poetic form: Sonnet

To Death, I Spoke

I spoke to Death in dreams one night;
He was a sight of ghastly fright.
His icy words with scorn were filled,
Which gored my heart and my blood chilled.

He said to me: “Your short-lived life
Is filled with grief, much pain, and strife.
Give up the fight; your hope has fled,
And only sorrow lies ahead.
You need not dread my algid hand;
I'll free you from this blighted land.
Don't live with woe within your heart;
From years of pain, you can depart.
An end to life will be a gift;
I promise you, it will be swift.
Embrace the night and kiss the grave,
The bed prepared for all who slave.”

I stared at him, my eyes unbowed;
With trembling lips, I said aloud:
“My hope remains despite my plight;
I pray for faith each day and night.
So even if this is my end,
The path I walk you will not bend.
But you, O Death, destruction face,
At God's appointed time in place.
Your stygian reign will end with you;
He'll wrest your grip from all you slew.
Perhaps today my life you'll hold,
But yours forever God will fold.”

Acts 24:15; 1 Corinthians 15:26; Isaiah 25:8; Revelation 21:4

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Poetic form: Couplet

Velvet Sky

A hint of velvet drapes the evening sky
As countless waking stars begin to rise.
Alone, I smile at what I see and sigh;
This wondrous scene enchants my aging eyes.
The wakened ocean breeze begins her dance;
Her fingers graze my face — a tender kiss.
I gaze in awe at this ornate expanse
As bashful silence joins the scenic bliss.
But then I grasp how life is brief in time,
And so, with tears, my eyes begin to well.
And yet, I know one day I'll reach my prime,
Right here on earth, where perfect man will dwell.
The splendor of creation shares with me
A glimpse of paradise, one day to be.

Isaiah 40:26; Psalm 19:1

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Poetic form: Sonnet

God's Arms

The dreadful day that tore her heart
Afflicts her troubled mind.
She lost her loyal mate to death,
With woe she’s been confined.

In grief and pain, she calls to God
When crying late at night.
She begs to help her overcome
Her ache and tortured plight.

With many tears, she begs and pleads,
And hopes her voice is heard.
For though her faith in Him is strong,
She fears her words are blurred.

But then amid her many sobs,
A calmness soothed her heart.
She sensed a loving, gentle touch,
Which made her pain depart.

Jehovah heard her plaintive cries
And eased from her what harms.
Then restful was her sleep that night
While cradled in His arms.

Psalm 83:18; 34:18; 94:19; Isaiah 57:15

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Poetic form: Quatrain - Iambic Trimeter

You Are Not Alone

Sift the hurried ticks of time;
Aim to rise above the fray.
Pray for strength the hills to climb;
Sin attempts to make you prey.

Doubt will seek the mind to numb,
Bitter words from lips to flow.
Selfish hearts to greed succumb;
Stand your ground against that foe!

Loss of faith will set ablaze
Hearts to prowl the path of wrong.
Glimpse your life through better days;
Hope and love will keep you strong.

Guard your heart 'gainst carnal thirst;
Take good care of those who groan.
Shield your mind from what is cursed;
Cling to God, you're not alone.

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Poetic form: Quatrain - Trochee

When Heaven Speaks

When night returns, I scan the sky;
Its stately grandeur mutely speaks.
I see a shooting star streak by,
Its splendor stirring me to sigh,
And God I praise in rising peaks.

A sea of doubters don't agree
That there is One, Almighty, Wise,
Whose hands designed the things we see.
They claim their minds have been set free
Yet bow to theories and lies.

When I perceive what heaven tells,
I see His work on full display,
From massive stars to human cells.
And now, as heaven shows what dwells,
With words of praise, to God, I pray.

Isaiah 40:26; Romans 1:20

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Poetic form: Quintain

The Blade

The stain of sin, brought on when Adam strayed,
Allowed the hands of death to brand him 'slave';
Then Adam cursed his children with the blade,
And ever since, their lot has been the grave.
In jealous hatred, Cain the blade embraced;
He stained his hand when Abel's blood he shed.
Creation begs to have the blade erased;
Undo, and oust what Adam's deed has spread.
His kindest love Jehovah did extend;
He set a day for Christ to lift the curse.
The ransom Jesus paid will bring an end
To wickedness and all that is perverse.
The greatest sacrifice for you was made;
Return, and seek the one who breaks the blade.

Romans 5:12

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Poetic form: Sonnet

One Day

The spreading gloom that hangs above the world
Has blinded man from seeing what is true.
The lie unleashed in Eden has unfurled;
It taints the minds of those who truth eschew.
That lie has led the heart to sin's allure,
Beguiling all who seek their selfish wants.
Deluded man has strayed with deeds impure;
They keep on heeding lies the devil flaunts.
Yet there is one who God has placed as King;
In lasting peace, he'll reign in paradise.
Then death no longer will employ its sting,
For Christ has freely paid the ransom price.
One day we'll raise our eyes in tears and see
The paradise as promised, you and me.

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Poetic form: Sonnet

Doomsday Clock

The doomsday clock advances close to death;
These darkened days have led to shaken hope.
The minutes tick toward a final breath,
Or so it seems to those who try to cope.
The clock will run as men with hatred blaze;
They will forgo all urgent calls for peace.
They seek to mime the sun's consuming gaze,
Despite the knowledge human life could cease.
But soon, a Mighty King will bring their end,
And those who worship war will be no more.
Eternal peace the hearts of men will mend,
To cries of joy from all who wars abhor.
The answer does not lie with foolish men,
Where hatred dwells and multiplies by ten.

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Poetic form: Sonnet

I Await

I was a child when, from my bed,
I called out to you,
For I had dreamt a life of void,
Where I no longer was.
No existence, nothingness,
Was what haunted my dream.
To bear that thought, I could not,
Of no longer existing.
Fear, utterly gloomy and numbing,
Embraced me, its coldness reaching
Into the deepest part of my being.
But that fear, that agonizing fear,
You removed from me,
Then replaced it with hope.
A wonderful hope!
A true hope of redemption,
A hope of life!
Not one that disappears,
Like the mist of early dawn.
That life, that wonderful gift,
Is eternal, like the one Adam
Squandered when he selfishly
Chose to turn his back on you.
It's been years since that night,
Yet that hope still burns within me.
I know you will bring
Your promises to fruition.
Your words of comfort
Will not go unfulfilled.
Till then, I patiently wait,
No longer in fear,
No longer a terrified child
Crying on his bed,
But a man, a gray-headed man,
Who awaits your call.

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Poetic form: Free Verse

Enduring Faith

The poems on this page reflect the love and deep respect I hold for the Creator and Universal Sovereign, Jehovah. —Psalm 83:18

Since my youth, I have held a firm belief in God. He has strengthened and supported me through turbulent and challenging times. Even during periods when I felt I lacked the strength to continue, he carried me. I am eternally grateful to Jehovah for his undeserved mercy and kindness.

Perhaps some of the poems will resonate with you, the reader.

Have you ever wondered:

What does the Bible reveal about God?

Why does he allow suffering?

What hope is there for all who yearn for peace?

Visit JW.org to learn the answers to these and other questions you may have.

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