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Ever since Adam sinned at the fall
sin has entered every human alive
bringing spiritual death upon us all
lost forever no matter how we strive
God has worked out a perfect plan
sending His own dear son to rescue man
this would take Him to Calvary's cross
shedding His blood for His own clan
But man hates to accept God's truth
for the gospel declares God's great love
showing how great He loves sinners
will man believe God is enough?
God's call to sinners to repent
sounds forth to every listening ear
that Jesus is the only sure way
to receive forgiveness that's so dear
God's sufficient provision for all sinners
His call is still open to the day
salvation is found only in Jesus Christ
eternal life is the prize for all who obey
("I have not come to call the righteous but sinners to repentance.”)
Luke 5: 32 (esv)
In Hades flows a Stygian river
of sorrows—a river of great despair!
It's a spiritual death that we all share
that napalms our lives and rots our liver.
Beware! Its undercurrent of dire doom
drowns us with heartless joy—it does not care,
and burdens us with more than we can bear.
We're like cadavers in a cold, stone tomb
from which can be felt and heard the death knell
where heaven is laid waste and God is dead,
as if we’re just a breath away from hell.
Here, where living souls dare not swim or tread,
we are like phantoms—like ghosts in a shell.
Yet, we fear not hell. But despair we dread!
I want to write a poem about Easter for you Lord
Easter is a special Day
A day that you had died for us and were raised from the dead
A day when one’s sins are forgiven once they believe in You
And accept You as their Savior
A day where one becomes new as you raised from the dead
So he or she is raised from the spiritual death
A day to celebrate Life –the Eternal Life
Your Life, our Life
Life is possible only after you obeyed and followed your Father’s will
Life is possible only after you endured the pain and gave up your life
It’s because of You that we now can be with you and have Life - eternal
The sacrificial Lamb
Because of You Jesus, our sins are forgiven and we are perfect in God’s eyes
Because of You, we can enjoy the life here now on earth and then will too in Heaven
We are new creations –our old ones are gone
We are free
No longer bound to sins and death
Because of You, nothing can touch us
We are separated by the Blood of the King
Because of You, we received our healing in advance
You paid with your life for us at Calvary
God did not forsake You
Just like He did not forsake us
And sent You to take our place
Thank you Jesus for what you’ve done
Died in our place – You who have no sins
Became sins for us
Jesus, that is what Easter meant for us
Indebted to you Lord
Forever our Rescuer, Redeemer, Deliverer
Savior
Forever Our greatest King
It’s always a surprise to me
That people are so deeply anxious
Worried beyond what I could believe
Would ever frighten any of our beliefs
Horrible feelings that seem so miserable
Potently searing our dreams and visions
It’s always a shock that shows me
How intensely and atrociously we have
Learned to see our lives from trepidation
Alarmed and panicked, we continue to go
Forward toward a nightmare that fills us
With distress and dread for the future days
It’s always a wonder that rouses me
With it’s frightened feelings of dread
Terror that all we’ve been and shared
Will soon be a distant part of our history
A yearning for the past will intrude on our
Serenity, sweet feelings of thirsting for yesteryear
It’s always a startling thought inside me
That causes my heart to feel the fear of these days
Where a mere breath can be the source
Of panic that sends waves of anxiety and distress
Colors so bleak they caress with their prayers
Hues of nocturnal darkness and storms of apprehension
It’s always a astonishing concept that reaches me
With it’s suffering and cold, hard fear of the moments
Spent dreading tomorrow and all that will unfold
With this history making moment coping and hoping
For the time when we will not need a mask to cover us
Or six feet of isolation to reach out and touch our unease
It’s always a dread that leaves me feeling dampened
By the waters of lost dreams and fears that beckon me
With their pure disillusionment and disappointment
Feelings that cause me to know without any doubt
I will soon discover how dreaded a motive this virus brings
To those who suffer with fear and anxiety of sickness
Soon I believe I will know that there needs to be peace within
Repose for the mystery that we have succumbed to in
Our spirits… it is spiritual death to those of us who know
Love for others and love for God is the answer to our prayers
And all that holds any meaning within this song and dance
That covid19 has us moving to in our deep distress
My isolation philosophy is this… to live as if today is the last!
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July 28, 2020
I want to write a poem about Easter for you Lord
Easter is a special Day
A day that you had died for us and were raised from the dead
A day where one’s sins are forgiven once they believe in You
And accept You as their Savior
A day where one becomes new as you raised from the dead
So he or she is raised from the spiritual death
A day to celebrate Life –the Eternal Life
Your Life, our Life
Life is possible only after you obeyed and followed your Father’s will
Life is possible only after you endured the pain and gave up your life
It’s because of You that we now can be with you and have Life - eternal
The sacrificial Lamb
Because of You Jesus, our sins are forgiven and we are perfect in God’s eyes
Because of You, we can enjoy the life here now on earth and then will too in Heaven
We are new creations –our old ones are gone
We are free
No longer bound to sins and death
Because of You, nothing can touch us
We are separate by the Blood of the King
Because of You, we received our healing in advance
You paid with your life for us at Calvary
God did not forsake You
Just like He did not forsake us
And sent You to take our place
Thank you Jesus for what you’ve done
Died in our place – You who have no sins
Became sins for us
Jesus, that is what Easter meant for us
Indebted to you Lord
Forever our Rescuer, Redeemer, Deliverer
Savior
Forever Our greatest King
Quickened by the Lord from grievous spiritual death,
I’m alive in Christ, bestowed with eternal life
Having the Holy Spirit actively working
My soul always longs for triumphant revival.
As human frailty grips my carnal personhood
I confess succumbing to temptation’s attacks
Thus, I need God’s power of revival fervor
To lift me up against sin-caused distress and fall.
Cleaving to my Saviour’s grace and mercy
I persevere for righteous service endeavours
Knowing that He leads me by His perfect wisdom
Ready to revive* me for faithful stewardship tasks.
*Isaiah 57:15 For thus saith the high and lofty One that inhabiteth eternity, whose name is Holy; I dwell in the high and holy place, with him also that is of a contrite and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble, and to revive the heart of the contrite ones.
June 26, 2019
In the darkness that envelops us like an endless veil of mystery,
The modern man struggles within his own shadow, a wandering soul,
Reviving the echo of the lower soul, caught in Satan's snare,
Not just a theological figure, but a force obstructing the light.
Closed are the gates of the imaginal world, the intermediate realm,
Between the sensible and the spiritual world, a dream in denial,
Removed from the reality of archetypes that illuminate our path,
We remain captive in the reign of quantity, an endless cycle.
Repetition stifles initiation, leaving us under the interior night,
A state of symbolic blindness, a true spiritual death,
With spiritual senses annulled, we see only empty shadows,
The denial of the imaginal betrays the soul, caught in the chaos of existence.
Ritual repetitions bind us to the invisible and vast universe,
In hypnotic musicality, we lose ourselves in the trance of poetry,
In mystical contemplation, we are one with cosmic nostalgia.
Archetypes dancing in the shadows of the mind, awakening the deep soul,
We dream of lost and found connections in the eternal night,
Each verse is a step in the journey toward the self, toward infinity.
With wings of wax and desires of light, we search for fragments of meaning,
In the chaos of becoming, we seek to free ourselves from the veil of night,
Through words, we seek to return to the archetypal light.
God so loved the world
a world rejecting this love
but God elected out of mercy
His own flock destined for above
That He gave His only son
to go all the way to Golgotha
dying for the sins of His own
this planned by the divine author
That whoever believes in Him
believing in Jesus brings salvation
as God calls come and be saved
from every tribe, tongue and nation
May not die but have eternal life
God desires blessing for His own sheep
So to escape eternal spiritual death
but receive endless redemption to keep
The gospel of John chapter 3 verse 16
has an amazing promise to all
having a particular love on whoever
to not die but obey His urgent call
('God so loved the world that He gave His only son that whoever believes in Him may not die but have eternal life' John 3:16)
In my chair, I sat, pure as the light/
When the Holy Spirit came with its might/
An outward explosion, a thunderous purge/
To banish the evil, to cleanse and emerge/
But I was a Saint, a soul unblemished/
Calm and serene, a power replenished/
Confusion stirred, its effort in vain/
Lightning crackled, I felt no pain/
Booming thunder, a storm's command/
Yet I stood stronger, my spirit unmanned/
The third attempt, a futile endeavor/
Power profound, fearless forever/
From ashes reborn, Hell now my home/
A fire unimaginable, I stand alone/
The Holy Spitit's trial, what did it achieve/
A Luciferian Saint with strength to believe/
When the time comes for me to go
and I know not what my fate may be,
let me have one final moment Lord
to breathe in the peony.
Let me walk the trail to Mingo Falls,
and hear the thunder roar
one more time.
When my last day has arrived
and I must say goodbye,
Let me hear the sweet, sweet laughter
of my children one last time.
Let them feel the joy in my heart
as they kiss me before I part
one more time.
When it is time to close the pages
of the book of life for me,
let me write just one more poem
that will last eternally.
Let me leave a lasting token
of this passion I hold dear
one more time.
When I take my final bow
on the stage of God’s green earth,
may I leave a lasting legacy
to reveal what life is worth.
May the ones whom I hold dearly
know how much they meant to me
as they read through all these pages
one more time…