#evangelism
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.
Apr 30
Apr 30, 2026 at 4:40 AM UTC
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.”
Apr 27
Apr 27, 2026 at 1:40 PM UTC
Hadn't
Wishes in a wishful God's voice
Risen hours, reminding worth asking
World's to weigh, wait on misery's choice
Found two, by myself
Remember, to linger with prayers legend
Twain, a salt between here and health
Is still you, a requited vanity to mend
Mercy, with an opinion longer
Than a tongue has a right?
Imagine a halt of habit, stronger
And the seldom of heaven, is why might...
Has don't for a friend
Speed and vehemence...
Special to me, a future to lend
A chaste works like my time, sincerity
Time to show the truth...?
A good time, that leads happenstance
To a whole example, of pride becoming couth
Share the eye's of youth; before a stare becomes age's heaven...
May 3, 2024
May 3, 2024 at 6:55 PM UTC
It says,
“For all have sinned
and fall short of the glory of God!”
So, I ask you,
just how much have
I sinned in comparison
to the pedestal you
set yourself upon?
How much have I plummeted
beneath our great Lord's
merciful feet,
when I dare to challenge
the oppression of earth's
white-man evangelist bigotry?
I ask you,
most wise and knowledgeable
devoter,
just how far do I fall
from the Lord our God's
reaches of heaven
when I have questioned
on the magnitude
of our fellow man's
prejudice and injustice,
and you have not?
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 9:27 PM UTC
If you stay in my corner?
God, what is there to fear?
You have that power to stop envy?
To stop hate, to correct mistakes
God, stay in my corner and stay great.
You see through falsehoods and pretense.
You're a wise spirit about pretense.
You make the liars' man up and use common sense.
God, stay in my corner?
Through wars you my force field and more.
You're the CREATOR of love.
We just need to use it, promote it, and show it.
Even in dealing with certain idiots.
To which we all are one.
God, stay in the World corner.
Love us, instruct us, teach us everything you request.
We owe you our best.
Dec 13, 2020
Dec 13, 2020 at 3:56 PM UTC
The best men and women
in this life are not the
holy
or the righteous. They
are not
found in the
church or temple.
We live in a world
where religious
virtue
is conflated with
bigotry, racism,
and hatred.
Only the godless are truly
good.
May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 11:03 AM UTC
Once my heart was dead
Then You revived it
So now it is desiring this
That I will hear its beat with the same rhythm as Yours
And its pumping will go as fast and slow and hard and flowing
Longing for that joy when a soul comes to their knees and pleads
May it break for what is breaking You, seeing this world so lost
Then loving, truly loving
Them whom You gave your life on the cross for
Because my heart started living
When You first gave life to it
Now my heart is alive like never before
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 2:52 AM UTC
Your hands, they're trembling again.
Mine are too.
I reach out to save you,
but suddenly I'm grasping a ledge.
I didn't ask for this, but somehow,
I gave myself a role.
You didn't ask for this, but somehow,
I claimed you as mine.
There's so many of you!
What am I supposed to do?
Can I even do anything?
No, I can't.
I can't save even a single life.
That power doesn't lie with me,
not in the least.
Yet there is a hope!
A hope beyond me.
A hope that transcends time;
a force greater than I can imagine!
On a tree, this hope was hung.
A man judged for all time,
A God who sacrificed all he had,
for the sake of monsters like us.
Yes, this hero, this God-man, this Jesus
died and was raised to life.
This Savior who came for us,
who claimed His children's lives as His own.
He will save you, not me!
I have no hope to give on my own,
but that Jesus died, bearing your sin
and killing it forever.
He will claim those who are His,
and He will save them.
I'm no savior, and I don't have to try to be.
Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 11:36 PM UTC
God will love us all
If we stop doing sex-sin;
If not, he'll smash us.
Sin-free to Heaven
Sin-laden to deepest Hell;
So, burn baby burn.
The birds in the sky
Watch sinners going to Hell
And go tweet tweet tweet.
Thus: all sex-sinners
Get your rocks off pretty sharp:
Hellfire's on its way.
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 11:29 AM UTC
Is she a pretty hippy
coming at me with that "you're a fine piece of meat" smile?
Flowing long dress c. 1873
wild hair twisting to her *******
Gracefully she shuffles, feet never leaving the grass
She hands me a pamphlet
I see a ragged leather Holy Bible in her hand
Do her eyes wish I was her husband:
born again Christ Man first, and lover later?
Do you imagine our wedding was today:
communion first and consummate later?
"No thanks, I'm sorry darling"
She and her friend get kicked out of the fair
and she probably felt bad *** for it
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 5:56 PM UTC
They run and run and run
It seems, with little time to feel the sun
And yet, what they have begun
Is something that can easily be undone.
Dodging the trees here and there
They run through this thick and heavy air.
An end to this overgrown forest do they give silent prayer
But little do they know that they’re on the path to despair.
They hide from the sun’s bright
For they know not of its delight,
And instead they run to the darkness on the right
Thinking they will find some light.
However, their path is crooked and steep
As they run through the forest deep.
They are like lost sheep
Not realizing they need to awake from their sleep.
They see others running passed the trees
Dodging them with ease.
They wonder what makes the others so pleased
To be running through this breeze.
The others also fall down,
But they get back up and help those around.
While they run through darkness abound,
The others run through bright clearings round.
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 1:08 PM UTC
I wake up in the early morning,
My lack of sleep I am mourning.
I put my Hope 242 shirt on
As I look out to the light of the dawn.
On the back the shirt reads:
*By this we know that we love the
children of God, when we love
God and obey his commandments, And his
commandments, are not
burdensome. For everyone who
has been born of God overcomes
the world. - 1 John 5:2-4*
On our road trip
We stop at a Waffle House.
I’m not in the best mood
When we sit down to eat our food.
It’s extremely crowded.
“Two pecan waffles!” someone just shouted.
While the waitress is overwhelmed yet joyful,
I sit no longer hungry yet self-centered.
I finish and push my plate aside,
Lean forward, and watch the cooks work side by side.
“Sir.” She says calmly as I turn around in my seat.
“Your shirt is just what I needed. Thanks you so much.”
She looks peaceful in the midst of chaos.
And I realize then,
That God can use you even when
You are at a loss.
I turn around and smile.
“Hey God.”
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 12:35 AM UTC