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Dennis Macusi Poem
I sought the throne of honor high,
Where crowns and praises touch the sky.
I dreamed of titles carved in gold,
Of power, fame, and hands to hold.
But when I reached the mountain’s crest,
And stood where pride had claimed its best,
I saw a King—so pure, so meek—
Whose glory shone upon the weak.
His throne was not of earthly might,
But mercy’s flame and heaven’s light.
And there I learned, with trembling heart,
Where true exalted souls depart.
For higher than all thrones of men,
Is kneeling down before Him then.
The greatest crown one soul can meet—
Is dust and tears at Jesus’ feet.
The highest rank, the grandest call,
Is losing self to give Him all.
For glory blooms where pride retreats—
The highest place… is at His feet.
© 2025 Dennis Macusi. All rights reserved.
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Copyright © Dennis Macusi | Year Posted 2025
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A soul once walked in shadowed days,
lost in pride and empty ways.
No peace within, no steady light,
just wandering through the longest night.
Then came a presence, calm and kind,
that met the broken heart and mind.
No turning back, no harsh reply—
just love that saw through every lie.
Words of worth were softly spoken,
lifting what was crushed and broken.
Hope returned where none had been,
as grace began to work within.
It was Jesus Christ who stood so near,
and washed away each doubt and fear.
Value found in perfect grace,
reflected in the Savior’s face.
And now the truth can be made clear:
that worst of souls… was I right here.
Copyright © Dennis Macusi | Year Posted 2026
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One day while riding on a bus, just on my way to school,
A man sat down beside me, dressed so plain—so “uncool.”
He smiled and said, “I am the Son of God, the only One.”
I stared in disbelief, and thought, What’s wrong with you, man?
I tried to move and change my seat, but then He looked my way—
That gentle smile disarmed my heart; I had no words to say.
Could it be Jesus sitting here, right next to me today?
For when I looked into His eyes, I saw both man and grace displayed.
He took my hand and softly asked, “Who do they say I am?”
I froze, unsure of what to speak—afraid to miss the plan.
Some call You myth, some say You’re man, or just divinity...
But those who truly know the Truth see both—God’s mystery.
How can the Infinite wear flesh, in mortal form confined?
Why choose to walk the dusty roads of humankind?
Yet justice must be satisfied—He came to take our place,
The spotless One bore human guilt, redeeming us by grace.
How can divinity and man in one existence blend?
Could God not send a perfect man and still bring sin to end?
But none born of our fallen race could stand without a stain—
So only God made flesh could bridge the gap and break our chain.
He cupped my cheeks and whispered low, “Blessed are you, My son.
For not all men will understand the truth of who I am.
Few dare to stand for sound belief while others drift away—
So hold the Word, proclaim My Name, till the breaking of the day.”
Then suddenly—a trumpet blast! My heart leapt in surprise—
But it was just my morning alarm that called me to arise.
I smiled and whispered, “Lord, I see,” and hurried off to stand—
To preach of Jesus risen high—God’s glory among man.
The Creator clothed in creation’s frame,
The King of Heaven bore our shame.
He left His throne, took poverty’s span,
To save the lost—O love so grand!
The risen Jesus—Son of God, Son of Man—
Victorious over death, completing salvation’s plan.
Such love beyond our minds to understand—
For only He could bridge the gulf ‘tween God and man.
Copyright © Dennis Macusi | Year Posted 2026
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