A Note from the Poet

Dear Reader,

In these trembling end times—when wars thunder, signs multiply, compromise and cruelty seem to fill the air, and the world feels heavy with uncertainty—my heart turns again and again to the one unshakable truth: the kindness of God never ceases.

When relationships fracture, institutions fail, trust in people crumbles, and all around us falters, He is our constant best friend. His kindness is not faint or fleeting, but fierce, faithful, and personal—closer than any earthly companion. It is the very light we can trust when everything else falls apart.

May these words comfort and strengthen you today. His mercy outshines every shadow, and His victory is already written. Hold fast. The dawn is coming.

With hope unbroken,

The Poet

This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come. For men shall be lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, Without natural affection, trucebreakers, false accusers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good, Traitors, heady, highminded, lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God; Having a form of godliness, but denying the power thereof: from such turn away.

— 2 Timothy 3:1-5

It is of the LORD’S mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness.

— Lamentations 3:22-23

O give thanks unto the LORD; for he is good: for his mercy endureth for ever.

— Psalm 136:1 (and repeated throughout the chapter)

But he that shall endure unto the end, the same shall be saved.

— Matthew 24:13

Looking for that blessed hope, and the glorious appearing of the great God and our Saviour Jesus Christ.

— Titus 2:13

In the hush of these end days, when shadows stretch long,

When nations rise against nations and the righteous grow strong,

The kindness of God flows like rivers unbound,

Never ceasing, unyielding, a mercy profound.

Through tempests that rage and the birth pangs that shake,

Earthquakes and famines, the signs of the wake,

When false lights deceive and the trumpet is blown,

His goodness descends as the dew on the morn.

In the flicker of trials, where hope seems to fade,

And the dragon grows restless in the darkening shade,

We lean not on princes or fortunes that rust—

His kindness alone is the anchor we trust.

It whispers through valleys where fear grips the soul,

Lifts up the weary as the ages unfold,

No storm can exhaust it, no night can prevail,

For the heart of the Father will never grow frail.

So rest in this truth as the heavens declare

The coming of glory beyond all despair—

Though kingdoms may crumble and stars fall like rain,

His endless compassion will rise once again.

He is faithful forever—hold fast to His hand,

In these closing of chapters, the Eternal has planned.

The kindness of God, never ceasing, our might—

**Victorious forever, our triumph, our light!**