A Man Chained by Vices
He is lost on a long road with no turns.
He doesn't move forward to find,
freedom from his addiction.
He doesn't look back to know
why he is shackled to his vices.
Instead, he sits still wondering when he will be struck by ecstasy again.
Chained to the sidewalk, he waits near the cold road,
helpless like a newborn child that can walk.
He looks up to an unforgiving winter.
Praying salvation wash over him.
Jesus is our Brother
We are the broken cisterns
Jesus says “Come drink freely
From the Fountain Head” all listeners
Jesus is our Friend
Praises to Him sing
Jesus is our Savior
He’s our Prophet, Priest and King
He sees the seeing of all
He knows the knowing of all
He knows everything
So when you hear His call
Let’s glorify the Lord in all we say and do
Now change the "i" to an "o"
And look away from sin to The Son
And pray to the Tri-unity of the Three-in-One
I am calmly motivated
through adversity ,
with a holistic salvation
we are never undeserving ;
always be the headway
from afterworld .
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 27–August 2, 2026)
Behold, God is my salvation
in His perfect love rescued me
dying for my sin on Calvary's cross
Jesus paid the price to set me free
I will trust and not be afraid
by faith in God's wondrous grace
inspired by the living word
line by line His love to trace
For the Lord Jehovah is my strength and song
walking step by step redemption's way
lead by His Spirit, sing His praise
walking towards heaven day by day
Through many trials and temptations
The Lord gives His strength and peace
standing fast against satan's schemes
The Lord assures these wars will cease
God, in His great mercy, is redeemer
for He has become my salvation
such a precious gift for His own
a price can't be put on any valuation
('Behold, God is my salvation; I will trust, and not be afraid: for the Lord Jehovah is my strength and my song; he also is become my salvation.')
Isaiah 12: 2 (KJV)
Holy Cherubim
Please Take me home with you
I'm told you're from the land of His Majesty
I'm lost finding my way into the heavens
Would you consider me-
A vessel of holiness in due time
Who I am today is a victim of circumstance
My steadfast conscience keeps belief alive
I do dare hope in tomorrows salvation
This is my only humble confession
Give me breath, give me life, give me freedom
I'm duped by a world of expectations
"Teach me patience,
Teach me reverence
Teach me adherence"
To keep faith active and submissive
Amen
Surviving_Pawn
And i said what shall i cry out.? He answered all flesh is as grass and its
Goodlieness is as the flowers of the
Field.! In this wasteland of hard-drives
Of blue light screens..Of wires and modems of pc correctness.' Of soullessness i call out day and night.' I
The stranger and the alien among you
A forigener and a man of forigen
tongue ( i am from you yet not of you )
A sojourner among you.'
I cry out of the Glory of God, and the depravity of the current and former world
All the hills will be made low.' And every valley raised up there will be no hiding place from Gods revelation..
Its being fullfilled as i speak, as knowledge is fully
Available more and more on Gods Truth
And satans miss-information.! Awaken oh
Sleepers!!! And let the Light of Jesus shine upon you.' I witness not of myself
But of He who holds the sun and moon in
His hands ' be not found asleep when He comes.!
The price demanded was the highest ever
to ransom my lost, dying soul from hell;
yet, He paid it all without a murmur,
God’s wondrous grace to me let this song tell.
A life of hope is mine because of Jesus;
He gave me joy I never could afford,
opened my blind eyes to view His splendor
and brought me peace, sweet peace, God’s perfect peace.
His life was offered up, the sweetest savor,
love’s sacrifice; sin’s awful cost was paid.
I cannot tell why my Jesus loves me;
I only know He died my soul to save.
CHORUS
For all eternity my heart must praise Him,
the King of kings, the everlasting Lord,
the only one who gives my soul salvation
and a heavenly mansion as my reward.
July 16, 2026
For A Gospel Song Poetry Contest
Regina Mcintosh, Sponsor
As I bow my head to pray,
Thankful for this solitude,
A tender voice whispers softly,
"Have no fears."
I lift my tear-clouded eyes to you,
Encouraged by the strength within my soul,
Faithfully, I praise your love.
There is no other way
Without God constantly by my side.
Guide me towards salvation, Lord,
Using this servant's faulty steps.
You designed me since creation—
I am a sinner, and you have carried me.
There is nothing else I desire:
No riches, possessions, or fame.
Nothing compares to you, Oh Lord!
I entrust you with my soul,
In all my days and nights.
Keep me safely guarded,
Under your power,
Under your might,
As I rejoice in my trials.
You set my path straight,
Against the darkness and all plights.
Within time that never stands still,
Surrounded by chaos,
Cover me with your precious blood,
And rid me of my shame.
I will soar, high as an eagle, bold and free.
That is where I want to be—
Proclaiming your Holy name,
From now to eternity.
Thus, by the grace of Jesus Christ,
I am redeemed,
All the days of my life.
Verse 1
I bow my head in quiet prayer,
And thank You for this solitude.
A tender voice breathes through the air,
And speaks of grace to be renewed.
I leave behind my doubts and fears,
To dry away my clouded tears.
Chorus
Guide me toward salvation, Lord,
And use this servant’s faulty steps.
Your mighty power is my sword,
Your grace has reached my darkest depths.
Verse 2
No earthly riches will I prize,
No passing fame or worldly pride.
Encouraged by Your strength, I rise,
For You are constantly by my side.
You set my crooked pathways straight,
And lead me through heaven’s gate.
You cover me when storms are vast,
And keep me till the dark has passed.
Chorus
Guide me toward salvation, Lord,
And use this servant’s faulty steps.
Your mighty power is my sword,
Your grace has reached my darkest depths.
Outro
So I will soar on eagle’s wings,
Above the chaos, bold and free.
Redeemed by Christ, my spirit sings,
From now to praise the King of kings.
“Serving two masters one can’t win
The One true God is Savior from sin”
Quote by poet
Like a black bull in a china cabinet
One can do much damage in sin
Especially if so lost and focused on
Things and worldly people of passion
That the soul and the Word is abandoned
Life is a bullfight and we all want to win
Satin means to distract derail destroy
But what one means for evil
God will bless for good for
His ways are not our ways
So at times in life one may be the bull
Other times the red distraction
But as we grow in God we will see
How He becomes our salvation
God is the Matador and
He will always win the bullfight
Transitioning to a higher realm of life.
The mind whirls and waltzes with dream and time.
A cluster of winged angels arrives.
With all the smiling loves of your life.
At the end of a starry tunnel.
Jesus greets you within a brilliant light,
With a bouquet of wildflowers and a long-lost lullaby.
You've finally arrived on heavenly time.
A soul bathed in sweet salvation never truly dies.
In the shadows of a secret silent sacred place
Almighty God is dwelling, in whose essence
I find my refuge and my strength
And deliverance from the vile and toxic waste
of a world of spreading pestilence.
Under the wings of angels, I am shielded
and swiftly guided and whisked away to peace.
The terrors of the night and the violent abuses of day
Of raging psychopaths no longer reach me, they are kept at bay
For God is my continual and everlasting habitation
Here there is no evil nor plagues of violent confrontation.
I have called upon His name and he did answer me
And I am with Him always in His eternal presence in eternity.
(my version of Psalm 91)
Beneath a strawberry moon in sapphire sky,
on last limbs, spirit torn and weathered
Merciless passerby’s malicious lies,
mud clings as ancient as memory.
Shards of ice lancing, piercing,
in darkness and in profuse silence
Each frayed root carries burden
each stain, the wind proclaims.
Rotting bark leaves its prints into earth,
she lifts her last bating branch,
towards the abyss of emptiness,
her last redemption, salvation.
What had once been plush and whole,
had learned the language of stones,
the patience of cold rivers,
the stubborn song of survival.
Even the torn edges strand erect,
uprooted, plucked from soulless soil
The winding tree takes its last breath,
beneath a strawberry moon.
She walks in faith through fields of grain
and sings a song of salvation!
When doubts arise from earthly pain,
she walks in faith through fields of grain
in earnest prayer for heaven’s gain—
through Christ’s great invitation!
She walks in faith through fields of grain
and sings a song of salvation!
Through a closed land of darkness did I crawl.
Dark was seen from the corners of my eyes.
I did not know I was behind a wall,
But I felt the bleak despair of shadows.
I escaped, me thought, beyond the black pall,
But forests of clawing hands still sought me.
I discovered that I was but a thrall
To do only as the Stygian bade.
But a Grace that was shining with the Call
From before the foundation of the world,
Shone forth and broke down that horrible wall
And brought me to his bright heavenly home.
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