Dusting, as if Second Advent is Christmas Day
Entertaining, from abundance or for mere lack
Cooking with the crockery, banging out souffles
Eating thirds, doubling waistlines, seasonal pounds pack
Merry-making, sozzled so in the festive mood
Baking anything that has a beat, even snails
Expending on material goods till it's rude
Receiving presents, swapping cards and vintage tales
Assured by the Lord with wondrous life eternal
my spirit basks gratefully in divine freedom.
Here am I led as a lamb toward green pastures
restored by my Shepherd beside the still waters
from pricking angst of rocky hurdles up faith’s hill
while surmounting slime pits lurking for downfall grief.
Toward worship bliss, I come to God’s glorious light
serenely iridescent, granting pardon glow
offering love, purifying heart’s sin-disease
for joyous reaching-out, breaking selfishness’ chains.
Thus, midst this earthy existence, indeed grace-filled
my soul delights in the Saviour’s revival grant
awaiting His second advent so majestic
that affirms prophecies magnifying His Word
for His believers to dwell with Him forever
In His fully garnished New Heaven and New Earth*.
Revelation 21:1 And I saw a new heaven and a new earth: for the first heaven and the first earth were passed away; and there was no more sea.
(Poem Combining three Forms: Unrhymed Couplet, Imagism, Dramatic Verse)
October 21, 2021
3rd place, "Let's Mix It Up" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 10/29/2021.
God Gives Us One Hundred Percent
At the beginning of time
God gave man one hundred per cent
Not one or two but one hundred per cent
In return, he had only asked for Fifty per cent
Not zero or ten per cent filled with hate and resentment
God still only ask for a per cent
Filled with love and commitment
Yet men disobey and chooses to be absent
Because their sins keep them from his presence
The wicked say the bible makes no sense and their hearts create a fence
Because to them, God's word is an offence
Their souls are against the Second Advent
But nothing in these times can prevent or detain
The things that were already written and proclaim.
" For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the Lord, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end." Jeremiah 29;11
Ceaselessly anticipating the imminent second advent of Christ
I see the eternal Conqueror, reigning against vanquished hatred
ushering us to His righteous kingdom of blessed peace
perfected by love sublime midst bliss, delightfully wondrous…
Beholding with faith’s lens our triumphant majestic future
my heart exalts God Who assured us new heaven*--- soon.
*Revelation 21:1 And I saw a new heaven and a new earth…
June 16, 2020
3rd place, "STARDUST" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Nette Onclaud; judged on 6/19/2020.
J-ust await the second advent,
E-arnestly make it through;
L-ife everlasting is in store,
L-ord Jesus Christ will save
Y-ou.
A-wait the second advent,
L-ook at what lies ahead;
F-ocus your mind on the crown,
A-ct according to what Christ has said.
N-ever allow your soul
T-o defy the Lord's commandment;
E-arly thirtieth of January, await the second advent.
The worker in the Lord's harvest field
Is found with a perfect heart;
God-fearing as he always is,
From His word he won't depart.
Till the Lord second advent,
The worker remains faithful;
As he can't do anything on his own,
He always prays to reach his goal.
Having the same mind as the Son,
Who is humble and obedient;
He sets aside his personal welfare,
In trials, he stays calm and patient.
Devoted, yes, he labors even
To the point of exhaustion;
Like an athlete, he is disciplined,
Entangled not in earthly occupation.
He is a role model for good behavior,
Reverence and integrity;
Brave, he speaks the mysterious words
Of the gospel confidently.
Responsible, he looks for the lost,
Even for just a single one;
Sharing the same spirit with the leader,
The worker leaves nothing undone.
Fast approaching is judgment day,
From God's kingdom Christ shall descend;
As man gets closer to his grave,
So does the world's nearing end.
Let us open our hearts, eyes and minds,
Midst drought, quake, and typhoon;
As signs of the Lord's second advent,
Strange things are seen in the moon.
Journey of life is like a race we must run,
With endurance, we ought to understand;
Neither ca we afford to quit or surrender,
Nor lose the momentum already in command.
In the middle of the treacherous track,
Make our faith firm and love so fine;
Abound in hope to give our best shot,
For we're so close to the finish line.
Stand strong raising our heads high,
Move forward by His words we hear;
Fight the good fight for faith,
Because our salvation is truly near.
The wicked souls like gasoline light up
Afire without remorse sorrow and heat
As if Hiroshima Nagasaki
In bright atomic pillars of fire burn
Unquenched like a mad lunatic bonfire
The judged the condemned the damned all around
Without mercy are swallowed engulfed by
The supernatural fates and their white-hot
Enraged furies as if to disgrace men
And fallen angels at war against earth
As gamma-rays consume their calcified
Bones they cannot withstand resist before
Megiddo's Jesus Christ whose burning light
Flash-cooks their soft moist fleshy tongues in
Their mouths like steaks as the sight of him melts
And liquefies their eyeballs into ooze
In their sockets as heads and scalps ablaze
With radioactive fire's decay and heat
Whilst ashen clothes like death's sackcloth robes fall
From rude and roasting flesh such that even
Thews sinews ligaments and tendons of
Flesh melt in the wrath of the Next Advent
Until they are gently slain by his love
Without forgiveness hope or the grace of
Redemption and salvation and are thrown
Into the lake of fire forever where
The damned are “weeping and gnashing of teeth!”
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