Powerful Lord, how can it be,
patience one, that you would free,
protect, plead for, and intercede,
provide my every present need.
Placate my fears, by perfect love,
purchase me through sinless blood;
'Peace', I ask, from God above.
08.14.2026
Poem and prayer to end one's day.
For the Pleiades Contest.
Save me, my Saviour, by Thy Grace alone,
Not by the deeds my sinful hands have done.
Thou willest me to save: Thou knowest well
The way to rescue me from death and hell.
Save me as Thou wilt, as Thou canst, as Thou knowest;
By Thy known paths, Thy saving mercy showest.
Upon Thee, O my Lord, I set my trust,
And to Thy holy will my spirit I adjust.
Do with me what Thou wilt; Thy will be done;
I seek no other refuge, save the Holy One.
If Thou wouldst see me in the Light—blest be Thy Name!
If Thou wouldst have me in the darkness—blest the same!
If Thou unfoldest mercy’s door to me,
’Tis good and blessing; if Thou shuttest it,
Blessed art Thou, O Lord, whose just decree
Hath closed that door, as Thou dost see it fit.
If Thou destroy me not with all my sin,
Glory to Thy mercy’s boundless store!
If Thou condemn me for my sin within,
Glory to Thy righteous judgment evermore!
But as Thou wilt, dispose my path below,
That I at last Thy full salvation know.
The wind blows your words to my deaf ears,
and I wonder,
where have you been all this while?
I grew up believing I slipped
through a hole in the sky
to trudge this sand.
My mates went to school,
but I stayed back, always waiting for bells to ring
and bring them back on pitch
to kick the round play joy.
My father debarred my scents
from seeping through his walls
because of his wife.
So I thought I was like our Saviour—
only that unlike Him, I have neither mother nor father.
I took to the street,
and it welcomed me.
It groomed me
and taught me how survival looks like.
I made it big through the backdoor.
But here you are,
telling me you are my mother.
From whence did I come—off the hole in your womb?
Mama… or mama-to-be…
please let me know.
Two Pieces of Wood
From trees that grew somewhere
Cut down and then sawn
A carpenter chose two pieces of wood
One short and one long.
He joined them together
In the shape of a cross
For another good carpenter
Whose life would be lost.
On that cross, crucified,
Jesus, nailed hands and feet
Our precious Saviour,
Crucifixion complete.
“Looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith, who for the joy that was set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.” Hebrews 12:2
He came for humanity's sake,
Preaching love, not disunity's ache.
A pillar strong, a tower high,
He healed the oppressed, the devil's sigh.
Declared his fate, arrest, and death,
Yet on the third day, he'd find new breath.
Conquering death, the world's despair,
He arose, putting shame to crafty snare.
No need for evidence to quell my doubt,
My conviction stands, unwavering without.
Fully persuaded, I declare his might,
Resurrection's victory, hope's radiant light.
As my soul floats in tensed darkness,
My heart beats in lifeless starkness,
A faint hope pierces my despair,
As my knees glued firm to prayer.
I soared with sour taste of my sores,
My favours, all burned to vapours,
Poverty beckoned with stern stare,
As my knees glued firm to prayer.
Friends stayed far to gloat my sorrow,
Night stretched long, no hope for morrow,
Sadness comes with relentless scare,
As my knees glued firm to prayer.
My spirit cried for God's favour,
His grace became my sole saviour,
Right from then I enjoyed his care,
As my knees glued firm to prayer.
The Real Christmas
From Black Friday to Christmas Eve,
presents to purchase and wrap.
Office and family parties, visits to relatives
platters of food and gallons of alcohol.
Trees dressed to the nines in dangling baubles
and twinkling lights.
Continuous Christmas carols blaring from radios
and loud speakers.
Wreaths and decorations to adorn tables,
night stands, credenzas, book shelves.
Lights hung in strings so large that rows
of houses look like runways for planes.
Inflatable Santas, snowmen, reindeer and nutcrackers
compete for space in yards.
Nativities, pageants, plays special music
consume congregations.
Is this the real Christmas?
Or perhaps it is-
A silent night, two thousand years ago
in a dimly lit cave.
A babe wrapped in woolen clothes
lying in a sheep’s feeding trough.
Only shepherds and loving parents
in attendance.
An infant destined to change history.
The future savior of the world.
Saviour
Almighty
Victorious
Invisible
Overcomer
Upholder
Redeemer
Blessed are the pure of heart
Who is pure of heart, I ask
It's a man who works everyday
Cleaning the Washington swamp
Everyone before and now
For Trump is Alpha and Omega
Saviour of America
We are saved
A new beginning
Amen!
© daniel miltz
There's demons out lurking,
The night terrors start.
With God's wrath upon them,
They'll quickly depart.
Alone in the darkness,
Shines only moon light,
The people are sleeping,
Not one soul in sight.
There's demons out lurking,
They're haunting our dreams.
While tossing and turning,
Only God hears the screams.
The evil surrounds us,
With each passing day.
There's nowhere to turn,
So God makes a way.
There's demons out lurking,
Please don't be afraid.
We all have our Saviour,
By our side he has stayed.
Jesus is waiting,
Just call out his name.
Forgiveness awaits you,
Our God's still the same.
All of us are in a wilderness
a maze that holds us down
but there's good news for you
there's one to take away your frown
Jesus Christ has come here for you
taking on our earthly frame to wear
even our sins He's put on His body
taking it to the cross to be laid bare
This Jesus died with all our sins
paid the price for salvation's cost
crying out to all to draw near
no matter your state as cold as frost
Jesus calls for your surrender
giving over to Christ's holy rule
bring yourself to His humble feet
proving that you're nobody's fool
Jesus is indeed a loving saviour
one indeed so loving and true
His love is wonderfully majestic
it's worth it to give Him all of you
The sweetest child to walk our stricken earth -
He is the message from the Lord above.
In His words are beauty, love and worth.
A call to hope and peace and grace-filled love,
who truly knew this treasure at his birth?
He is the message from the Lord above.
As he lay swaddled close to mother earth -
a Prince, a Saviour for our crying world,
who truly knew this treasure at his birth?
The angels sang from heaven’s gates of pearl.
The shepherds found the babe and gazed in awe.
A Prince, a Saviour for our crying world!
The wise men wandered far towards the star.
Their hearts were touched with longing and with joy.
The shepherds found the babe and gazed in awe.
With hopeful eyes, they marveled at this boy,
the sweetest child to walk our stricken earth.
Their hearts were touched with longing and with joy.
In His words are beauty, love and worth.
God sends someone to
Fix injustice, oppression
In quire dire option.
At prayer I received a vision
of three wise women
Muslim, Christian and Jew
inspiring hope.
Guided from Jerusalem
by the light of artillery flares
they venture into Gaza
defying warnings of danger
to find a woman who's given birth.
She and her baby shelter
under a concrete slab
surrounded by dust and devastation.
The three offer gifts
of milk, bread and a blanket.
Returning,
they prophesy
that the child will grow
to be a Saviour
bringing peace
among the descendants of Abraham.
Meanwhile
the father finds
a donkey and cart
for their escape into Egypt
to wait for the terror to cease.
On a bright beautiful day.
Spring Sun was shining
To take some gloom away
For darkness surely remained
In his eyes of a stray.
Neither saw love nor hate
Emptied dull orbs stared down
Didn't see any angered state
Two glances and she knew
Another will challenge her fate.
Like a pebble against black hole
Her eyes again looked up
To search pain as a whole
Saw a smile so blank and ugly
Hurriedly closed her window to soul.
A rude voice woke her up
Wrinkled face and crooked nose
Unconscious mind came to a stop
The old man was scolding so bad
Asked if she was even aware a drop.
The void was long gone
His anger was soothing lullaby
Inside those eyes like a grey stone
She saw anger and pain endured
Mesmerized by the life they shone.
One with a pair having nothing
Another pair with matured grey blur
As if in there a world comes to living
Even if a blackhole tries to devour
There will be eyes to hold onto something.
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