The poem depicts a rare group of Spirit-led royal souls, surrounded by a vivid lavender mist and a golden stream, who feast on God’s word. Through their humble act of esteeming each other better than themselves, they glorify God.
A lavish lavender mist unfurls its gleam, Royal souls, so rare, Spirit-led, ablaze, Feasting on God’s word by a golden stream, Esteeming each other, God’s glory they raise.
The sonnet “The Eagle’s Ascent on Wings of Sacred Strength” poetically reflects Isaiah 40:31, portraying those who wait on the Lord as recipients of divine renewal. Beneath a vast sky, they offer patient prayers to Christ, their strength restored to rise like eagles on resilient wings. With quiet faith, they ascend beyond earthly struggles, running tirelessly and walking without weakness through life’s challenges. Rich with alliteration, the poem celebrates the enduring power and grace granted by God, culminating in an eternal uplift for the steadfast.
Beneath the boundless blue, they bide their time, With patient pleas to Christ, the sovereign Lord, Their weary wills, renewed by strength sublime, Shall soar on sturdy wings that storms afford.
In quiet trust, they lean on holy might, Their souls, uplifted, pierce the peaceful sky, With fearless flight, they cleave the daunting height, And rise refreshed where mortal cares deny.
Relentless, they shall run through rugged lands, Not faltering, nor faint, their footsteps free, With wondrous power from His guiding hands, They’ll wander wide, defying frailty’s plea.
For those who wait, His grace shall gently lift, A steadfast, sacred, everlasting gift.
The poem, “The Gift of Another Day to Serve the Lord”, portrays sunrise and sunset as sacred moments to honor God. Dawn sparks joyful praise and a connection to His presence, while dusk brings grateful reflection for a day lived in faith. It frames each day as a divine gift for worship and service.
At sunrise, golden praise ascends anew, Each dawn a hymn to greet the Lord’s embrace, At sunset, twilight whispers gratitude, A day well-lived within His boundless grace.
The poem, titled “Hallowed Journey in Inerrant Scripture”, conveys a message of spiritual assurance and purposeful faith. It describes a journey through sacred, infallible scriptures that guide believers with their unwavering truth. The poem emphasizes moving forward with hope, culminating in a state of divine grace where the faithful find their resting place. Each line reinforces the theme of trust in holy texts and the uplifting promise they offer.
Through hallowed scriptures, pure and true, Inerrant words our faith does guide, With hopeful steps we roam anew, In heavenly grace where we abide.
This quatrain compares every poem to a flower crafted by Christ, portraying poetry as a divine and beautiful creation. It highlights the sacredness of the art form, likening its unfolding imagery to petals graced by Christ’s touch, blending creativity with spiritual depth and heartfelt expressed devotion.
Each poem blooms, a sacred art, Like flowers shaped by Christ’s own hand, Petals soft with grace expand, A beauty born from heaven’s heart!
The sonnet “Christ’s Radiant Triumph” portrays a spiritual battle where the enemy (Satan) employs lies, death, and destruction to ensnare and ruin the soul, casting shadows over the love and grace of Jesus. Yet, amidst this darkness, Christ’s radiant light emerges as a powerful force, breaking through the enemy’s schemes with truth and transforming despair into joy. The poem culminates in a call to stand firm under Christ’s holy reign, rising in victory with the assurance that Satan’s power is defeated, celebrating the ultimate triumph of divine light and love over evil.
The enemy with cunning whispers lies, To weave a web of doubt within the soul, His words, like venom, bid the heart to die, And tear apart what once was pure and whole. With killing hands, he strikes at peace’s core, A shadow cast where Jesus’ love had grown, Destruction follows, ruthless evermore, To dim the grace that once so brightly shone. But Christ’s radiant light arises strong, A flame of truth to shatter every ploy, It breaks the dark where malice lingered long, And turns despair to everlasting joy. So stand, my friend, beneath His holy reign, And rise triumphant, for Satan’s might is slain.
The poem, titled “Jesus Christ, Crescendo of Hope,” is an ode that celebrates the divine hope and grace found exclusively in Jesus Christ, presented as the ultimate “gift of all gifts.” Through a series of adjectives beginning with “g”—gleaming, glittering, gorgeous, grandiose, gallant, gargantuan, godlike, and graceious—the poem builds a crescendo effect, starting with subtle whispers of light in the soul and rising to an exultant proclamation of eternal glory. It concludes by affirming that this boundless hope and radiant love are granted solely through Jesus Christ, our Lord, illuminating the human spirit forever.
Gleaming softly in the soul’s quiet deep, Glittering boldly where shadows creep, Gorgeous beams of mercy unwind, Grandiose visions lift the mind, Gallant love in triumph reigns, Gargantuan hope breaks all chains, Godlike glory crowns the skies— Graceious light that never dies, Granted solely through the One, Jesus Christ, our Lord, the Son, Gift of all gifts, pure and free, Glowing for eternity.
The sonnet celebrates the exhilarating renewal of spring as a divine act of Christ, brimming with vivid imagery and fragrances. It paints an earth bursting into life with emerald hills, golden daffodils, cherry blossoms, and bowing hyacinths, all swept by a fragrant breeze of lilac, honeysuckle, and fresh soil. Sunlit streams and fluttering butterflies join nature’s chorus, reflecting a season of redemption and glory that mirrors Christ’s triumph over death. The poem captures the excitement of this awakening as a testament to His eternal promise, blending sensory richness with spiritual reverence.
The earth awakes with Christ’s triumphant call, A verdant hymn unfurls o’er hill and vale, Where golden daffodils in rapture sprawl, And cherry blossoms blush through morning’s gale. The air, a canvas thick with lilac’s breath, Entwines with soil’s dark scent, reborn and free, A breeze divine, defying winter’s death, Whispers renewal through each budding tree.
Hyacinths bow, their purple heads in praise, While streams reflect the sun’s exultant gleam, A fragrant dance of honeysuckle sways, And butterflies paint life’s eternal theme. In spring’s embrace, His glory richly grows, A season’s grace where redemption flows.
The sonnet explores how Jesus Christ’s love, as exemplified in His life and sacrifice, transforms our own love to mirror His, aligning with the virtues and endurance described in 1 Corinthians 13. It begins by asserting that because of Christ, our hearts are ignited with a love that gives meaning beyond mere words or angelic tongues, which are empty without it. The poem then highlights Christ’s patience on the cross and kindness to the lost, showing how these qualities reshape us, stripping away envy and pride while rooting us in truth. It contrasts the temporary nature of knowledge and prophecy with the eternal constancy of Christ’s love, which matures us from childish ways toward a future clarity of knowing Him fully. Finally, it concludes that while faith and hope persist, love—reflecting Christ’s boundless care—reigns supreme. The title encapsulates this: because of Christ’s example and power, our hearts strive to reflect His selfless, enduring love.
Because of Christ, whose voice outshines the din, Our hearts, once cold, now pulse with gentle flame, No tongue of man, no angel’s hymn within, Can stand if love departs the soul’s acclaim. His patience bore the thorns, the cross, the scorn, His kindness clad the lost in mercy’s weave, Through Him, our envy dies, our pride is torn, And in His truth, our spirits learn to cleave. Though knowledge dims and prophecies grow still, His love abides, a beacon never swayed, Our childish ways mature beneath His will, Till face to face, we see what He has made. So faith and hope endure, a steadfast pair, Yet love, through Christ, reflects His boundless care.
If I should speak with tongues of men and skies, Yet lack the heart where love’s sweet river flows, My words are clanging gongs, a hollow prize, A fleeting noise where no true meaning grows. Love suffers long, is kind, and envies not, It boasts no pride, nor seeks its selfish gain, In anger’s heat, it keeps no bitter slot, But bears all things through joy and piercing pain. Though prophecies may fade, and knowledge cease, Love stands unbowed, eternal in its frame, A child’s small faith may grow to find its peace, Yet love alone perfects the soul’s acclaim. So faith and hope abide, a sacred pair, But love, the greatest, reigns beyond compare.
Passionately Pursuing Christ 