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The hope of the Rapture gives
us a ceaseless victorious hope!
Until He comes rejoice in our
blessed Savior’s many benefits
09 Sunday Nov 2025
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The hope of the Rapture gives
us a ceaseless victorious hope!
Until He comes rejoice in our
blessed Savior’s many benefits
09 Sunday Nov 2025
Posted in Christian Poetry
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In a world that often spins too fast,
you pause—
a gentle hand on a trembling shoulder,
a whispered prayer in the midnight hour.
You are the quiet ones
who carry groceries up three flights,
who text “I’m thinking of you” at 2 a.m.,
who leave the last cookie on the plate
and pretend it was never theirs.
You are the faithful
who rise before dawn to intercede,
who memorize verses not for show
but to stitch them into broken hearts.
Your faith is not a banner—
it is bread, broken and given.
To the neighbor who shoveled my walk
without a word,
to the stranger who paid for my coffee
when my card declined,
to the elder who called just to say
“God sees you”—
Thank you.
Your kindness is a lantern
in the fog of hurry and harm.
It does not shout;
it simply stays lit.
May every small mercy you scatter
return to you as a harvest of peace.
May the God who notices sparrows
notice you—
and smile.
With all my heart,
thank you.
09 Sunday Nov 2025
The Fourfold Crown: A Hymn of Endless Praise
Stanza 1 – The Only Wise
To the only wise God, our Saviour,
whose thoughts outnumber grains of sand,
who weighed the mountains in a balance,
who holds the oceans in His hand;
before the architect of evil
had sketched his first rebellious line,
Your love already wrote the sequel
in blood that tastes of bread and wine.
Stanza 2 – Glory
Be glory, bright as midday sun
upon the sea of crystal glass,
where elders fall and saints are stunned
by beauty time cannot surpass;
it flashes from the jasper wall,
it echoes in the seraph’s call,
it crowns the Lamb who bore the fall.
Stanza 3 – Majesty
Be majesty, the royal dread
that makes the cherubim veil face,
yet stoops to wipe the tear unshed
and warm the orphan’s hiding place;
its thunder clothes the judgment seat,
its whisper makes the tempest fleet,
its mercy kisses justice’ feet.
Stanza 4 – Dominion
Be dominion, the gentle yoke
that breaks the oppressor’s iron rod,
the kingdom where the meek are folk
and children lead the way to God;
its banner over us is love,
its law is written from above
upon the heart, and not the glove.
Stanza 5 – Power
Be power, the resurrection might
that rolled the stone and rent the veil,
that turned the midnight into light
and made the grave itself grow pale;
it quickens dust, it wakes the sleeper,
it guards the soul the Reaper’s keeper,
it plunges to the darkest deep, or
lifts the spirit higher, steeper.
Stanza 6 – Now
Both now—
while markets crash and lovers part,
while tyrants rage and poets start,
while mothers rock and soldiers bleed,
Your sovereign hand supplies the need;
the sparrow falls, yet not in vain,
for every loss is wrapped in gain.
Stanza 7 – Ever
And ever—
when clocks are melted into song,
when “is” and “was” no longer throng,
when faith gives way to sight complete
and hope lies down at mercy’s feet;
the fourfold crown will still be worn
by Him who rose with pierced side torn.
Final Refrain
To the only wise God, our Saviour,
be glory and majesty,
dominion and power,
both now and ever.
Amen.
09 Sunday Nov 2025
To the only God, our Savior,
a single throne of boundless light,
where mercy bends the knee to might—
be glory, like a river’s roar
that carves the canyon of the night.
Be majesty, a mountain crowned
with snow that never melts away,
its silence louder than the fray
of empires rising, falling down.
Be power, thunder in the vein
of stars that pulse yet never die,
a heartbeat echoing on high
through galaxies that sing Your reign.
Be authority, the quiet word
that stills the storm and calms the sea,
the verdict spoken eternally
before the first and final bird.
All this through Jesus Christ our Lord,
the bridge of flesh from dust to throne,
the Lamb enthroned, the cornerstone—
His wounds the seal, His blood the chord.
Before all ages, ere the flame
of morning lit the virgin sky,
Your purpose hummed, Your love drew nigh;
now, in the heartbeat of our frame;
and forevermore, when time is done,
the echo answers, “It is won.”
Amen.
09 Sunday Nov 2025
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Redeemed by Christ’s blood and crowned with mercy, believers hold the royal privilege of constant, intimate prayer—whispering boldly at any moment to the King of Kings and Lord of Lords. Their breath becomes a bridge, their hearts an open door, to the Sovereign who calls them His own.
Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need.
—Hebrews 4:16 (KJV)
For ye have not received the spirit of bondage again to fear; but ye have received the Spirit of adoption, whereby we cry, Abba, Father.
—Romans 8:15 (KJV)
What a privilege we bear,
crowned in crimson mercy,
to whisper in prayer at any hour
to the King of Kings,
the Lord of Lords—
our breath a bridge,
our hearts the door.
05 Wednesday Nov 2025
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The poem is a stark warning: when people elect corrupt leaders, they seal their own fate. It depicts democracy as a funeral—ballots like coffin lids, promises as poisoned honey, and leaders as foxes, wolves, or thieves who loot the public while twisting justice. The masses, blinded by desperation and apathy, cheer their own ruin. The final call is urgent: wake up before complicity forges unbreakable chains, for choosing corruption is choosing self-destruction.
When nations elect corrupt leaders,
the ballot box becomes a coffin lid,
slamming shut on the pulse of the people.
Promises drip like honey from forked tongues,
sweet enough to blind the starving crowd,
while pockets swell with pilfered gold.
They parade in suits stitched from lies,
thrones built on the bones of trust,
siphoning rivers of public wealth
into private vaults that echo with greed.
Laws twist like serpents in their hands,
justice a whore sold to the highest bidder.
The masses cheer, hypnotized by smoke,
mirrors reflecting their own desperation.
Fools crown the fox to guard the henhouse,
wolves in wool, devouring the flock.
Democracy’s flame flickers in the wind
of apathy, extinguished by complicity.
Wake, ye sleepers, before the chains tighten—
for in choosing thieves, we rob ourselves,
and the republic bleeds from self-inflicted wounds.
02 Sunday Nov 2025
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The poem traces the biblical roots of free enterprise as a divine ordinance, from Creation to Christ’s Kingdom:
Core Message: Capitalism is not a human invention but a Christ-given framework that honors God through faithful labor, free exchange, and love of neighbor—ultimately triumphing over all forms of tyranny and envy.
In the beginning, God formed man from dust and breath,
And placed him in Eden to work and to keep.
No idle repose, no unearned repose—
“Subdue the earth,” the Creator decreed,
By labor and wisdom, let abundance increase.
The Lord taught His people through covenant law:
Six days you shall labor, the seventh to rest.
Fields to be tilled, vines to be dressed,
Trade in the gates, with honest weights blessed.
From Abraham’s flocks to Israel’s store,
Prosperity flowed where faith met the chore.
Then came the Messiah, born in humble estate,
Son of a carpenter, shaping the wood.
He spoke in the markets, by seas and by gate,
Of seeds that are sown and the harvest of good.
The parable of talents, a charge from on high:
Use what is given, let it multiply.
Five loaves and two fishes, in His hands made to feed
Five thousand and more, with twelve baskets spared.
Not by compulsion, but mercy and need—
Abundance from little, through faith declared.
He drove out the moneychangers with zeal,
Yet honored the coin with Caesar’s due seal.
On the cross He redeemed us, the debt fully paid,
No merit of ours, yet grace that invites.
A covenant sealed, where the faithful are bade
To steward the gifts in the world’s marketplaces.
For freedom to choose, to create, and to give,
Reflects the Image in which we all live.
The apostles bore witness in cities afar,
From tentmaking Paul to the merchants of Rome.
They traded in truth, under heaven’s North Star,
Building the Church where the faithful found home.
No edict of kings could their mission restrain—
The Gospel spread freely, like leaven in grain.
Thus capitalism, rooted in Scripture’s deep soil,
Honors the Creator who bids us to toil.
Voluntary exchange, where the willing agree,
Lifts every soul toward true liberty.
Innovation and risk, like the sower’s bold seed,
Bear fruit everlasting for those who proceed.
In boardrooms and workshops, in fields and in trade,
We glorify God when His principles guide.
The widow’s small offering, humbly conveyed,
Multiplies greatly when trust is applied.
For wealth is a tool in the Master’s great plan—
To serve and to bless every child, every man.
This gift from the Savior, this order divine,
Where labor bears fruit and compassion aligns.
No envy, no theft, but a heart to bestow—
The Christ-given way that lets prosperity grow.
In His kingdom eternal, the faithful will see
The harvest of righteousness, boundless and free.
While chains of the serpent are broken and flee—
The beast and his mark overthrown by the Lamb.
02 Sunday Nov 2025
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Summary: A haiku celebrating the eternal victory believers have in Jesus Christ, depicted through the imagery of the Cross, death’s defeat, the dawn of resurrection, and Christ’s reigning triumph that frees humanity.
Cross of Calvary
Death bows, dawn breaks in triumph
Christ reigns, we rise free
02 Sunday Nov 2025
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A haiku titled Empty Tomb Dawn depicts Jesus as a carpenter crucified on a rough cross, with dawn revealing an empty tomb—evoking sacrifice and resurrection in three vivid lines.
Carpenter’s rough hands
Nailed to the splintered cross—
Dawn breaks, tomb lies bare
02 Sunday Nov 2025
The poem condemns anti-Semitism as a demonic, satanic sin rooted in ancient hatred. It traces its history from Pharaoh and Haman through blood libels and the Holocaust, portraying it as a persistent, envy-driven evil that disguises itself in politics and denial. The work warns that this hatred defies God, brings divine judgment, and risks damnation for those who harbor it.
In shadowed vaults where hatred festers deep,
A venom coils, born of the serpent’s lie,
It whispers curses, bids the soul to weep,
And paints the Jew as foe beneath the sky.
From Pharaoh’s Nile to Haman’s gallows high,
The ancient flame of envy sparks anew,
In blood libels that stain the midnight cry,
And ovens’ ash where innocence once grew.
It dons the mask of politics and creed,
A satanic psalm in every bigot’s tongue,
Denies the Holocaust, sows dragon’s seed,
And crucifies the truth on crosses hung.
This sin, demonic, cloaked in human skin,
Defies the God who chose the wandering kin;
It scorches earth, yet heaven marks its end—
For every Jew despised, an angel weeps,
And judgment waits where mercy once extends.
Beware the tongue that spits this infernal gall,
Lest hell’s own gates yawn wide to claim us all.
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