Best Rebuked Poems
Don't try to trick me Satan!
You have no hold on me.
Your sting was fully conquered
that day on Calvary.
You are no longer welcome.
My days of sin are gone.
My heart is now the temple
that holds my Savior’s throne.
Your adversary reigneth
and Jesus is His name.
We meet together often
to catch you at your game.
I go now to His temple,
my sanctuary home.
To offer Him my praises
Now go! Leave me alone!
Pack up you fiery arrows.
Go find another place.
It's time for me to join Him
and bathe in saving grace.
Your tactics He has shown me
So leave without delay!
If walking near His temple
His blood I’ll throw your way!
I strive to place God as the be- all and end- all of life
I know He watches over me as a caring father.
When storm clouds rise high in my sky,
I look up to Him for guidance.
He gives company in my loneliness,
Gives hope, when down in the ditch of despair.
As I walk in darkness, when I falter and fall
His gentle words keep ringing in my ears
“Come all you, who are thirsty
Come to the waters”- (Isaiah-55)
Yes, I turn to the living waters
And drink deep from the wellsprings of His love.
In my sojourn on this earth, his love pilots me
When storms rage fierce and breakers rise high,
I turn to Him who once rebuked the wind,
And calmed the waves of the tumultuous sea.
With childlike trust, I give my hand to God
And ask Him to hold it tight, never letting go.
God, l know, is pleased with my trust in Him
And my resolve to love all His creation.
Let every atom in me throb with His filling love
May it spurt like torrents to form gushing streams.
Prayer Cried Out In The Storming Waves
Fought the waves, the maddened tumbling sea
doomed ship sinking swiftly beneath me
Prayers to God,to every saint I ever knew
no desire to reside beneath this ocean blue
Midnight's stormy fury soon moved past
ship gone, me clinging to a broken mast
Fear, the kind that eats into your soul
rebuked my every hopeful, impossible goal
Prayers renewed with sad desperate pleas
Lord, let me survive these angry seas
The waves beat me about with great delight
I am tired, give me strength to fight
Master,find all the good that rests in me
save me, to do all that you may please
Prayer ended, my legs and arms do so tire
as the last ember was burning in my fire
Hope raced forth in a bright shining light
dawn broke forth from that darkest night
The rays hit me with a soft, sweet breeze
so calm,so very calm my soul was at ease
A single gull flew over my bobbing head
Hope cried out,you live,you are not dead
Land must now be very close hereabouts
So tired but that did not stop my shouts
Thank you Lord,this gift I will never forget
I believe,even though I am not home yet
A rescue ship's horn was soon blasting away
saved I'd be on this fine glorious day
Soon I was safe, safe on board her deck
I knew then faith and prayer saved my neck
Captain said, saw your flare just before dawn
thats when we raced and really poured it on
I was so confused and my mind it did so stun
I had no lifesaving flares and no flare gun!
Robert J. Lindley, 05-24-2015
Note: Was it a dream, my memory tells me I lived it.
In another life so long ago.
I can't help but laugh, because you thought you could get over.
You followed me down the path through the garden of the four leaf clover.
You kept a bag of tricks, and hid your true feelings well.
I raised my crucifix, and rebuked you back to hell!
See, I keep my enemies close, and I don't expose my hand.
Just like a wilted rose, I avoided you through our desolate land.
You kept up at a steady pace, and I allowed you to slowly follow.
I recognized the mask on your face, and the taste of defeat, I refused to swallow!
I should've expected, when you watched every move I made.
My goals were unaffected, I just dusted myself off, and put on a band-aid!
It is you who looks back at the situation, seeing the friendship you lost.
Your treachery is an abomination, and your back stabbing came at a helluva cost!
Ears are for hearing, I heard you whispering to a friend or two.
I emerged from the clearing, and I never imagined the back stabber was you!!!
Some are mothers, reflections of love
Poured out on children who abide in hope
Remembering that Mary, the mother of Jesus,
Gave us all a sense of the wonder uncovered
By the women who give their hearts to children
Some are wives who give their husbands
Their hearts, their blessings, their kindness
Like Ruth, the Moabite, who was great-grandmother
To the King after God's own heart, David,
Who played such a great role in the lineage of Jesus
Some are followers of the King of Kings
Those who know He is the best there is
Believers who give their entire lives to Him
Like Mary Magdalene, who Jesus healed and who
Was also the first witness of His resurrection
Some are women who love with all they have
Through joy and pain, in spite of everything
Giving all their lives to their beloved
Like Rachel who knew what is was to be childless
Sharing her beloved with her sister, Leah
Some are women who have a desperate yearning,
Like Hannah, who yearned for a child of her own
She prayed, promising to give her son back to the Lord
When Samuel, her son, anointed King David,
He gave the entire world a new direction toward redemption
Some are women who fall into great sin
Like Eve, the mother of Cain and Abel
She was deceived by the enemy of us all,
And changed the entire fate of mankind
Including the way we would live in this life
Some are like Deborah, who was a judge of her time
Others, like Esther, who changed the heart of the King
Some are like Miriam, prophetess and Moses' sister
Others, like Sarah, who had Isaac at 90 years of age
Some are like Elizabeth, who bore John the Baptist.
Then, there is Priscilla, who was a powerful church leader
Also, there was Mary who was sister of Lazarus
And, Martha who was rebuked by Jesus so her sister,
Mary, could sit at the Master’s feet and hear His words
All the women of the Bible were strong and blessed
By the One who gave each one of us the chance to have
A personal relationship with Jesus, our Lord and Savior
The One who taught all women that they could be a light
Guiding others through the darkness, into His grace
Praise God for women of the Bible and women of today
Who share the faith that Jesus is the only way!
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March 23, 2022
Ain’t No Such Word
Do you love the English language?
That uses words such as ain’t
Placed in a sentence, like a sandwich
Of the word, I’ve no complaint
There be those who will not use it
No such word as ain’t, they say
But this belief, I do refuse it
And always say it anyway
They say it sounds so uncouth
Ill-educated, don’t you know
That may not be, far from the truth
But somehow, ain’t, has such a flow
If you speak with plums in gob
Then usage sure ain’t gonna happen
It ain’t for me your words to rob
And ain’t for you my words to flatten
In the garden of our language
Ain’t, be no more than a weed
Perfectionists, release your bondage
This flowers bursting to be freed.
I’ve fought the corner of this little word for years,
Been rebuked a thousand times, mind you,
999 of those were on purpose lol
Is He watching?
When my tongue thirsts for sin,
Gamble my faith with filth,
When my tongue spills its worst,
My ears long to be filled with corruption,
When my fingers linger to steal,
My feet tread over and along faults?
Is He watching,
My unrepentant soul thrive?
Growing more in strength and glory?
Hardening it’s shield against good,
Gambling what is right and wrong,
Yet making the choice to dwell in the wrong?
Feeding itself with shades of deceit?
Is He watching,
When I am unrepentant but care less?
When I don’t consider His feelings?
Strive to please me rather than Him?
Meddle in the pleasures of earth?
Dump off the cares of my Christian race?
But I know the truth but become blind to it?
Is He watching,
When I return spite for His care?
Neglect His expensive price of love?
On a daily routine visit the gallow of sin?
Clad a false Christianity in my personality,
Yet judge others at the slightest fault? Still nurturing the hypocrite I protect.
Is He watching,
My unrepentant soul thrive?
My unquestionable strategies of pride,
When I stay balanced in the kingdom of the enemy?
Stain my soul constantly in mire,
Even when the truth hits me hard.
Brings to my realization how wrong I am?
Is He watching?
When I lay finally to my last rest,
And stand before Him to be judged?
When my soul headed to Him is rebuked?
When my deeds in my face is reproduced?
How my own vanity has chosen for me doom?
So helpless to reality I stand.
Is He watching,
My guilt wager my strength as I spare not tears?
My offense like chains stroke my existence,
Hangs my living in the face of death?
When my past with pride divulge my wrongs?
Plastered with faulty stains I forever I’m gone,
Lost to the sins I once chided unethical.
Dead faith…
was then I had
being smitten in trespasses and sins.
By hearing God’s Word…
biblical faith was imparted to my heart
granting me redemption of eternal life’s worth.
From no faith, my soul God reached out…
With regenerated heart, I started walk of faith
That adversities ceaselessly challenge.
Midst sin-caused miseries…
I succumbed to skepticism bouts
Testing my faith, proving its genuine functionality.
Honestly, I admit that there were moments…
I wallowed in guilt of faith’s absence
When engulfed by unbelief-pangs.
Likewise, in the crucible of trials…
I was challenged along doubts and fears
Thus, rebuked was I, “Oh ye of little faith” by my Saviour.
Seeking my Lord, I always beg…
“Increase my faith” with earnestness
Believing that He can as He sees my plea.
Hence, by Christ and His strength…
I keep on growing in His grace and knowledge
To receive His commendation, “Great is thy faith.”*
*Matthew 15:28 Then Jesus answered and said unto her, O woman, great is thy faith: be it unto thee even as thou wilt.
April 24, 2019
There is a need for footprints on the sea.
The sea, prepared for shalom break, not yet.
Sodden, the boat's high walls extend. The lee,
The Life’s on way, two feet, the time is set.
Jesus, the Creator, did water splash,
as deep, you walked, toward the disciples’ tears?
Pelted by raindrop score, the storm cloud’s lash.
You arrived, just in time, to still their fears.
In rocking boat, one other day, You slept.
The calm and peace, the grace of Christ, bestowed.
Inner and outer strength - with crowd You wept,
Between life and resurrection, line towed.
Authority of God - imparts His will.
Christ speaks to waves and storms, and us, “Be Still.”
Immediately he (Jesus) made the disciples get into the boat and go ahead of him to the other side…Meanwhile the boat was already some distance from land, battered by the waves…Jesus came toward them walking on the sea…When they (Jesus and Peter) got into the boat the wind ceased…(They) worshipped him and said, “Truly you are the Son of God.”
—Matthew 14:22, 24, 25, 32
Suddenly a violent storm arose on the sea, so that the boat was being swamped by the waves—but Jesus kept sleeping…”Lord, save us! We’re going to die!”…He (Jesus) got up and rebuked the winds and the sea, and there was a great calm
—Matthew 8:24, 25, 26
When Jesus arrived, he found that Lazarus had already been in the tomb four days…Jesus wept…(Jesus spoke to Father God) After he said this he shouted with a loud voice, “Lazarus, come out!” The dead man came out (they unwrapped him)
—John:17, 35, 43
Jesus told him (Thomas), “I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me. If you know me, you will also know my Father. From now on you do know him and have seen him.
—John 14:6-7
the parishioner sits on my lap.
his little legs dangle, his
beat up sandals slip.
i raise his hand with mine.
he pulls it back.
i clap.
his hands, like bookends
put a stop to that.
silently my hands in play
weave together.
my thumbs become doors.
the pointers are steeples.
i open the doors —
the people quietly say, “hello”
i close the thumb-doors.
now all fingers are pressed together
in prayer.
the little parishioner
slides one hand to his left,
the other to his right,
in a righteous hug.
then he curls next to grandma,
like a roly poly
and pulls her butterfly sleeve
over his legs.
my mind wanders, thinking of
yesteryear, with glares
and such, but my little guy
contains himself,
but for a slight mischievous play
with grandma —
who loves him so much.
9/1/2019
Then little children were brought to Jesus for him to place his hands on them and pray for them. But the disciples rebuked those who brought them.
Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.” When he had placed his hands on them, he went on from there.
Matthew 19:13-14
A great tumult has occurred in the sea
agitated waves tussle and brawl in the sea
A sea, whose waters are parted,
parted by a swarming multitude of beasts, and one Great Beast
Beast, I advise you, there is a King, a Star in the Day
riding upon a white horse, Eminent and August
August and Purposed was His way
sword in hand, fetters in one
One, without uncertainly, He rode toward the sea
and with certainty His strike was dealt
Dealt, the waters were parted
by means of one blow all the beasts were smite
Smitten, all but one, the Lord of the beasts
the Daystar turned his strength to the Great Beast
The Beast, skilled and adept, was struck with one articulation
not with a song of death as its intent, but a rebuking
Rebuked, so it might not agitate the waters
fettered, so it could not provoke the sea
See now, the waters were parted
the bodies of which were two
Two parts, divided by the Daystar’s blow
one to the south and toward the north was one
One, agitated, heavy with salt, and broad as elapsed dreams
the North, tranquil and fresh. just adequate to chalice in the palms
Palms firm, the King turned His day heat to the south
and the waters evaporated, so that only pillars of salt remained
Remaining, the Daystar blessed his radiance on the North
with palms the King cupped the unsullied waters
Waters in hand He tossed them into the desiccated earth
and the waters revitalized the salted land in support of the King
And the King continued to shed light on the waters for a thousand years
for a millennium, the earth blossomed.
Blossomed for a time, a time, times five hundred times
after which, the fetters would be loosed
Hearing distant cries,
Hope you hear my demise
The deceased fight a battle, recognize
Armageddon heven began to rise,
Evil had no disguise,
Man idolize the warning of the wise
About the valley of the beast,
Where the red moon set east
And 360 degrees of brutal murder-ies
All in horror, torture, scorcher at least
Rebuked and punished for peace
Murdered by the beast and the deceased
The living were in mad pain,
Making labour pain feels like a migraine.
Seeing Sadam Hussein,
Beating himself with a thorned cane;
Limbless Hitler crying: “Putain! Putain!”
‘Cause the pain is insane,
More chaos came:
The Holocaust Campaign
Felt thunder in rain; saw lighting in flame,
Murdered the lame brain as a laughter reign
Of man three numbers meant his name.
Who’s to blame?
J.C. didn’t die in vain but man lost his fame
For His sins, felt the shame,
My mind’s slain,
In picturing, I can’t contain but complain
That if I were you … I’d start prayin’
Plunged into darkness the coarsen tempest struck,
Shattering the silence calm facade.
Raging with passion reverberating laughter,
The gales unrelenting moaning and thrashing
Provoked and spawn inscrutable terror.
Hidden in the darkness by torrential rain
And shadows of the ardent temperament
vigorous gales and waves;
The lone sentinel peered out enthralled.
It began to shudder and tremble
Uncontrollably, but unmoving
Casting the gales a wicked smile
With its brilliant warning.
Arching over with pleasured force,
Winds raised the waves with a pounding rhythm,
Embracing and probing
For entrance with explosive weight.
Unleashing its briny wrath,
The tempest amuses itself
Toying upon the ships
With a deadly game of cat and mouse.
A calm comes over sooths the storm, whilst sunlight
Through a stain glassed window painting the rippling surface.
A final breath of woven weariness emerged from within.
7/17/2017
According to the Gospels:
He got up, rebuked the wind and said to the waves, "Quiet! Be still!" Then the wind died down and it was completely calm. He said to his disciples, "Why are you so afraid? Do you still have no faith?" They were terrified and asked each other, "Who is this? Even the wind and the waves obey him!"
Here it comes again; softly knocking on windows at 2A.M, here comes the winter at a cold silent night, awakening my soul with the smell of dust after rain, the smell of mom holding me into bed, with the voices of my sisters playing next room, here it comes again with painful delights, here it comes again taking me back home.
Let the drops of rain knock on my door and let them ache my heart, let me taste the sweet smell in my tongue like a little boy getting wet beneath the rain, waiting to be rebuked, but none of this does matter because the burdens of life are slipping down with the rains being drifted on his coat, none of this does matter because the weight of life was just not this cold before.
Here comes the winter with empty corners in my head and echoes of laughters in my room, a piece of chocolate I can no longer find and a broken toy I’ve never thrown away, with good sweaters that never felt warm on a cold night like this, let the chilly breezes of winter take me back home again, to smell my father’s smoking cigarettes and my mother combing my hair, and the smell of coffee beans on one cloudy morning to refresh my day, oh here comes the winter, remembering me again and stopping by with few memories to take me home.
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Overhearing a whispered conversation
It caused her a bit of consternation
She learned she was to be terminated
Her teaching job, she thought, might be eliminated
But an angry suitor she had rebuked
And mockingly called him a messed up kook
So when he first told a friend to “take her out”
She thought his matchmaking she could do without
The friend, aka “eraser,” she had never met
And she never realized her ex beau’s threat
Meant more than a simple ill-conceived date
And walking home one night, eraser lay in wait
But she needn’t have feared, schools would continue
They had just taken her to another venue
Eraser saw to it that she swam with the fishes
And now she’s one of Jaw’s favorite dishes