If they dare persecute me, let it come,
And should you ever ask, I would tell:
I constructed a faith like Noah’s Ark,
No flood nor storm could dare dispel.
A century I’d give, like Joan of Arc,
To break a deceitful Satan.
I’m a Perpetua and Felicity,
In devotion and love,
In the search for eternity,
For the true kingdom above.
I would be the last-day Stephen,
Thrust to rest for steadfast faith.
I will walk on along the path
Of a faith the grave cannot claim.
I’ll be another Paul too and Peter,
Since I cast away the fear of Agrippa.
I refuse to renounce my trust,
‘Tis not the chopping of my head that hurts
‘Tis your failure to grasp the truth
The light of the Son, the world was blest
That guides my soul to Almighty God
At His throne, on my day of judgement,
I’d hope for the other side of the sword
A kinder side, a righteous one
a Christian soul is meant to be.
Are standing in oppression, standing mind you.' Despite satanic agression, and we are
Having trouble..? With predators of kids, we must wake to, the solution To both attacks, strong prayer and faith we must give, as an offering to God who sees who is weak or strong.' In the way we provide for or fellow humans.' I say the way is neither ( too hard ) nor too long.' Call on the
Lord, get active too..Email create raise an
Eyebrow of two, or even some millons' in
Prayers if you might.? Call on Jesus, its time to address; of both plights.)
Every Body Needs To Be Persecuted
UNTIL
THEY
: !
SSSS TTTTT OOOOO PPPP !!!
SSS T O O P P !!!
SSS T O O PPPP !
SSSS T OOOOO P !
Just Pick Up The Rock.
-Gray Squirrel
05-30-2025
In a province exploited
by prejudiced seasons,
a minority ebony rose
is taunted by prominent
i v o r y l i l i e s.
Biased blossoms ridiculing
tones of its charcoal petals,
yet blooming in the same
quilt of soil as each other.
Soothing raindrops
never discriminate though,
as scents of petrichor
fuse with floret elegance,
nor does the sun only shine
for the privileged,
as all flora sunbathes in
the passions of its rays,
refreshed by the same
migrating gentle breeze.
Scarlet beetles
munch upon lily leaves,
whilst aphids suck
upon rose sepals.
Creepy crawlies
unconcerned with
a p p e a r a n c e,
massacre and spread
like an epidemic.
Until the arrival of
feathered immigrants,
who feast upon an
assortment of morsels.
In any garden,
birds care not for
whom they sing.
They defecate on all flowers,
aware all will wilt eventually.
Winter frost oppresses
regardless of culture,
so birds flee.
But, when roses crumble,
they re-emerge
fresher and brighter,
as their red thorns remain
protecting their right
to flourish freely under
fresh blue skies..
F O R E V E R
The blues is a cloudy dark,
Tears have come in the eyes.
Listening to leave,
We are your persecuted.
I used to love you yesterday again
why did you change today?
You could not stay without meet me,
Then why do you leave it?
We have been cheated in love
And have forgotten the trust.
Listening to leave,
We are your persecuted.
The truth is whispered in the wind.
A lone eagle screeches
Calling out
"Remember the persecuted".
Men, women and children
cast out
Into the Scottish winter.
Despairing to God
Sheep now graze
Over the dereliction.
Scottish blood
Still spatters the heather.
Amen
Since the Church's earliest days
persecution has been their lot
this is promised in scripture
as holy living is taught
Jesus said to take up thy cross
to follow Him this had to be
for many in His day
followed Him then did flee
The saviour also said
the destruction gate is wide
many will follow it
for few will be on His side
His gate will be narrow
hard it'll be to stay
on the road to heaven's gate
and stay on the true way
Many have given their lives
for the sake of righteousness
God is worth the price
for His own He will bless
Whatever the road we take
the Lord has gone before
pointing the way ahead
showing us His open door
But God's people are
persecuted till comes the moment
when the Lord will appear
to remove them from earthly tent
poetgord@2013
don't throw away the keys,
don't let me rot like this.
time can only tell why?
i'll rather die.
don't treat me like threat,
shackles on more than my wrist.
doing time for the wrong reason,
persecution for the wrong reason.
to weather a judgement;
crucial to the conflict of the inflicted.
many have hung,
stunned and shunned,
the last days were mine to fight!
still pleading up to the last numbered nights.
I saw the road .
No footprints marred its dust
I took the road
That nobody travelled
I saw
what nobody saw
And came back
broken , angry and raw
But that is
what happens when you
set out for me
Sometimes
The road is hard and long
When the borders of right
Get tainted with wrong
But the road has its master
And so too have i
So i kept on travelling
Without stopping
To cry
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