Yahwehsdelight - Hello Poetry

My mind skips In disarray From a thought to another. My heart, troubled, Like an ocean Tearing at its own seams. Gone was a dispensation Who knew not the Truth. Now, Is a dispensation Who knows Him Yet still denies. My wonder in hullabaloo, Questioning sanity. Do they mean it? My conscience screamed: Certainly not. Seeing, Hearing, This boisterous rebellion, They sighed: “Hell, we don’t mind.” What! What! Shocked was my spirit. Do they know? Oh no! They don’t mean Their outrageous claims. This is no blindness! They see, Yet have no sight. Deception Has stolen their eyes. The Truth is our reconciliation, He is our Salvation. Yet still, These voices Take pride in eternal death. What! What! Eternal damnation Is no adventure For fun. Burning alive, Not dying, Still pain Endures Without end. Eternity; No clock, No end, No exit. Forever is sealed After here. Why choose Hell? Why not Heaven? O Heaven! Come and see, Just come and see… This Heaven! Joy abounds, Peace thrives… Come and see, He is a good God. Why Hell, My beloveds? Heaven awaits your return. Return home, beloved. Angels will sing over you Than demons will laugh at you. Heaven awaits! Jesus is knocking At your door, Step out, Come home.

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Apr 30

Apr 30, 2026 at 4:40 AM UTC

URGENCY

My mind skips In disarray From a thought to another. My heart, troubled, Like an ocean Tearing at its own seams. Gone was a dispensation Who knew not the Truth. Now, Is a dispensation Who knows Him Yet still denies. My wonder in hullabaloo, Questioning sanity. Do they mean it? My conscience screamed: Certainly not. Seeing, Hearing, This boisterous rebellion, They sighed: “Hell, we don’t mind.” What! What! Shocked was my spirit. Do they know? Oh no! They don’t mean Their outrageous claims. This is no blindness! They see, Yet have no sight. Deception Has stolen their eyes. The Truth is our reconciliation, He is our Salvation. Yet still, These voices Take pride in eternal death. What! What! Eternal damnation Is no adventure For fun. Burning alive, Not dying, Still pain Endures Without end. Eternity; No clock, No end, No exit. Forever is sealed After here. Why choose Hell? Why not Heaven? O Heaven! Come and see, Just come and see… This Heaven! Joy abounds, Peace thrives… Come and see, He is a good God. Why Hell, My beloveds? Heaven awaits your return. Return home, beloved. Angels will sing over you Than demons will laugh at you. Heaven awaits! Jesus is knocking At your door, Step out, Come home.

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Picking this book and yet another, I was thrown into a bolt of awe, Not of the writer’s ingenuity, But of characters, Who are laid bare But still blazing. Ooh, these iconic characters, They lived a life Impact alone, Is less of a description. I read; Amazed, Gasping, Sighing, Adoring These radiant souls Sold to one course: “Jesus to all nations.” Now in books, Their trials, Their triumphs In Christ Still breathing through pages. God’s Generals, Indeed. Leaving comfort, Overlooking odds, They spread to nations Like harmattan fire. With just one aim: “My Jesus must be known.” In this great act; Leaving family, Losing property, Losing love, They marched gallantly To nations Where persecution waited. Still, I reckon their wisdom: One man; No, not alone, The Holy Spirit Through a yielded vessel Translated the Bible, Wrote books In another tongue. Wow. Stunned is my inquiry. Not men alone; Women too, Beside their husbands, Preaching, writing, singing: “Your Kingdom come.” Heaven rejoices over these; Those who planted in hard soils. Others now water What their labor birthed. But He; He gives the increase. God’s great plan: “That all men will be saved.”

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Apr 27

Apr 27, 2026 at 1:40 PM UTC

GODS GENERALS

Picking this book and yet another, I was thrown into a bolt of awe, Not of the writer’s ingenuity, But of characters, Who are laid bare But still blazing. Ooh, these iconic characters, They lived a life Impact alone, Is less of a description. I read; Amazed, Gasping, Sighing, Adoring These radiant souls Sold to one course: “Jesus to all nations.” Now in books, Their trials, Their triumphs In Christ Still breathing through pages. God’s Generals, Indeed. Leaving comfort, Overlooking odds, They spread to nations Like harmattan fire. With just one aim: “My Jesus must be known.” In this great act; Leaving family, Losing property, Losing love, They marched gallantly To nations Where persecution waited. Still, I reckon their wisdom: One man; No, not alone, The Holy Spirit Through a yielded vessel Translated the Bible, Wrote books In another tongue. Wow. Stunned is my inquiry. Not men alone; Women too, Beside their husbands, Preaching, writing, singing: “Your Kingdom come.” Heaven rejoices over these; Those who planted in hard soils. Others now water What their labor birthed. But He; He gives the increase. God’s great plan: “That all men will be saved.”

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Time Is all it takes Really It is Solely But not really Additionally Effort Consistency Hard work Time Definitely Will speak for itself

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Dec 25, 2025

Dec 25, 2025 at 3:47 PM UTC

TRULY

Time Is all it takes Really It is Solely But not really Additionally Effort Consistency Hard work Time Definitely Will speak for itself

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Chittering, They drown your focus Setting your pace With their screeches. Listening to them Down you go Into a dark hole. Be you See you Grow you Listening not to them. You. And only you. You need.

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Dec 24, 2025

Dec 24, 2025 at 2:59 PM UTC

ADAGE

Chittering, They drown your focus Setting your pace With their screeches. Listening to them Down you go Into a dark hole. Be you See you Grow you Listening not to them. You. And only you. You need.

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From afar, I glanced at three souls— intently, I watched three sisters, deep in pure reverence. Honoring Him, sold out wholly, with no ego held back; they poured out in worship— a sight wonderful to behold. Up close, I spoke with one whose warmth drew me in. Ah… what sweet presence she carries— not of her own, but of His. Admiring them, I sensed He dearly loves them. As written, Peter, James, and John— His beloveds. Three sisters, not by blood, but by worship to Him. Their unfiltered surrender drawing my spirit; my soul, my body aligns to their fire. Truly, they blaze— fanning to flame the dim embers in me. With pure love, my heart glorifies Him. And as I behold them, a light ignites within me— He has His own, His true soldiers.

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Dec 2, 2025

Dec 2, 2025 at 2:52 AM UTC

THE THREE FIRE

From afar, I glanced at three souls— intently, I watched three sisters, deep in pure reverence. Honoring Him, sold out wholly, with no ego held back; they poured out in worship— a sight wonderful to behold. Up close, I spoke with one whose warmth drew me in. Ah… what sweet presence she carries— not of her own, but of His. Admiring them, I sensed He dearly loves them. As written, Peter, James, and John— His beloveds. Three sisters, not by blood, but by worship to Him. Their unfiltered surrender drawing my spirit; my soul, my body aligns to their fire. Truly, they blaze— fanning to flame the dim embers in me. With pure love, my heart glorifies Him. And as I behold them, a light ignites within me— He has His own, His true soldiers.

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Asleep, Fell my poetism— Resting came Upon my mind of possibilities. The voice I listened to Could shape, Destroy, Or reduce me. “Oh, how?” My ignorance sighed, Till he came along. Filled with the Holy Spirit, My spirit drew to Him. “Speak life to me, Sir,” My soul yearned, As my mind registered Impossibilities He poured into me. The eyes of my mind Grew dim; My soul felt small, My spirit fought. He brought death When I envisioned life. He spoke, “Put aside.” My being accepted— “He is a friend, Is he not?” My soul eased. I lost my spark, Till my spirit sparked. “This isn’t you,” My entirety awoke. My ignorance enlightened, Wisdom nudged, Breaking free. Truly, Voices listened to Can present impossibilities When your heart Registers possibilities. “Choose wisely your circle,” I learnt sooner.

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Nov 10, 2025

Nov 10, 2025 at 3:06 PM UTC

THE POWER OF A CIRCLE

Asleep, Fell my poetism— Resting came Upon my mind of possibilities. The voice I listened to Could shape, Destroy, Or reduce me. “Oh, how?” My ignorance sighed, Till he came along. Filled with the Holy Spirit, My spirit drew to Him. “Speak life to me, Sir,” My soul yearned, As my mind registered Impossibilities He poured into me. The eyes of my mind Grew dim; My soul felt small, My spirit fought. He brought death When I envisioned life. He spoke, “Put aside.” My being accepted— “He is a friend, Is he not?” My soul eased. I lost my spark, Till my spirit sparked. “This isn’t you,” My entirety awoke. My ignorance enlightened, Wisdom nudged, Breaking free. Truly, Voices listened to Can present impossibilities When your heart Registers possibilities. “Choose wisely your circle,” I learnt sooner.

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What is life— If not lived in Christ? What is life— If all is for self? What is life— If wealth is the only gain? What is life— If it ends in condemnation? I know the Light. I know the Way, the Truth, the Life. “Come unto Me,” He says, “All ye heavy-laden, And I will give you rest.” They who have found Him— Drink and drink again, Yet the depths are endless, The intimacy infinite. I know the Christ who reigns, Who sits upon His throne, Yet stoops to draw men near— As if we are somebody. Who are we? Mortal dust, Yet called children. Who are we? Frail and fleeting, Yet chosen, Loved, Redeemed. Not by labor, Not by striving, But by faith, By hope, By believing— We are children of God.

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Sep 12, 2025

Sep 12, 2025 at 6:26 AM UTC

HIS MERCY

What is life— If not lived in Christ? What is life— If all is for self? What is life— If wealth is the only gain? What is life— If it ends in condemnation? I know the Light. I know the Way, the Truth, the Life. “Come unto Me,” He says, “All ye heavy-laden, And I will give you rest.” They who have found Him— Drink and drink again, Yet the depths are endless, The intimacy infinite. I know the Christ who reigns, Who sits upon His throne, Yet stoops to draw men near— As if we are somebody. Who are we? Mortal dust, Yet called children. Who are we? Frail and fleeting, Yet chosen, Loved, Redeemed. Not by labor, Not by striving, But by faith, By hope, By believing— We are children of God.

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Daily, New hopes are born, Old hopes rooted—or uprooted. Time keeps moving, The world is noisy, Everything calls loudly- Except His presence. We are more than flesh, We are spirit— Like devices thirsting for power, So our souls thirst for Him. Electricity fuels machines, But the Holy Spirit fuels men. Many are alive, Yet already dead, Walking ghosts, Dim lights Extinguished by the slightest breeze. But those who dwell in Christ— Ah, from afar their fragrance calls! Their peace is deep, Their faith is envious, Their joy a hymn to behold. Stepping in, They bring His presence with them. To some, He is reality; To others, an abomination. To few, a visited place; But to His own, He is home. Sweet as honey, Comforting as rest, An unexplainable power Draws them deeper, deeper still. He knows His own. He cares for His beloved.

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Sep 12, 2025

Sep 12, 2025 at 6:22 AM UTC

TRUTH READS

Daily, New hopes are born, Old hopes rooted—or uprooted. Time keeps moving, The world is noisy, Everything calls loudly- Except His presence. We are more than flesh, We are spirit— Like devices thirsting for power, So our souls thirst for Him. Electricity fuels machines, But the Holy Spirit fuels men. Many are alive, Yet already dead, Walking ghosts, Dim lights Extinguished by the slightest breeze. But those who dwell in Christ— Ah, from afar their fragrance calls! Their peace is deep, Their faith is envious, Their joy a hymn to behold. Stepping in, They bring His presence with them. To some, He is reality; To others, an abomination. To few, a visited place; But to His own, He is home. Sweet as honey, Comforting as rest, An unexplainable power Draws them deeper, deeper still. He knows His own. He cares for His beloved.

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Depths Dimensions Attributes Those in Him Registered. Rooted in Him They downloaded Names unheard Titles ungirded Attributes unseen. Many call Him El Shaddai Elohim El Gibbor Adonai Singing a dimension They recorded. Captured by Him Lost in Him Roots taking depths He gave me a song I sing of Him Elohai Hakol. Elohai Hakol Elohai Hakol My being knew.

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Aug 31, 2025

Aug 31, 2025 at 2:23 PM UTC

ELOHAI HAKOL

Depths Dimensions Attributes Those in Him Registered. Rooted in Him They downloaded Names unheard Titles ungirded Attributes unseen. Many call Him El Shaddai Elohim El Gibbor Adonai Singing a dimension They recorded. Captured by Him Lost in Him Roots taking depths He gave me a song I sing of Him Elohai Hakol. Elohai Hakol Elohai Hakol My being knew.

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A thousand words Would still fall short— For the war in you Is wordless fire. But even in this noise, Your soul is whispering: “Peace… please, peace.” You’re not asking for perfection. You’re not demanding answers. You just want stillness— A quiet that says: "I know He’s here." And beloved, That’s not weakness. That’s wisdom. That’s worship In the middle of weeping.

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Aug 8, 2025

Aug 8, 2025 at 7:41 AM UTC

BE STILL

A thousand words Would still fall short— For the war in you Is wordless fire. But even in this noise, Your soul is whispering: “Peace… please, peace.” You’re not asking for perfection. You’re not demanding answers. You just want stillness— A quiet that says: "I know He’s here." And beloved, That’s not weakness. That’s wisdom. That’s worship In the middle of weeping.

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