#yahweh
Before my sin caused my suffering -
You built me a church;
Surrounded me with praying sisters
and gave me Your Word.
El Roi - mercy beyond mercy;
The goodness of my God.
Before madness engulfed me
You called me back to Your arms,
taught my heart a new rhythm
and my soul a new song.
El Shaddai - love beyond measure;
the goodness of my God.
Before I walked a step onto a ward,
You recycled my past;
Built with it understanding and hope,
turned darkness to light.
Jehovah Jireh - nothing is wasted with You;
the unfathomable goodness of my God.
For every pain - a comfort O Father.
For every joy - all thanks to Adonai.
I will follow You praising every day Jehovah Raah.
My every breath is for you Yahweh.
Jun 26, 2025
Jun 26, 2025 at 4:12 PM UTC
Abba, forgive me and forget
The sins for which I live disgraced
And face the wicked world shame-faced,
And I shall live to prosper yet.
Jul 29, 2025
Jul 29, 2025 at 5:13 PM UTC
Praises and glory be unto the Lord of our praise by whose grace we also earn our little praise
The Lord who lords over every kind of lord such that he is referred to as the Lord of lords
He who puts sleep to sleep and stays awake to watch over men even while they sleep
He who is richer than our riches such that his riches are beyond where our imagination can ever reach
He whose plans overrides every plan such that our plans must align with His plans to have our days ending up as we've planned
Some doubt His existence but their existence is an evidence that there's a creator hence the creation got created
Knowing Him is a gain so I stick with and write about Him again and again because I know what I gain
Mar 11, 2023
Mar 11, 2023 at 3:42 AM UTC
Just as water, Yahweh created the vast space from it.
If love come with us, from the womb.
We cannot restrict it.
Imagine...
He make this space out from love.
All we have to do,
is...
Allowing it to come in
with no limitation.
Be cause we are our own masters.
We are the imagine of Yahweh
and
as He expanded
the water from above and below...
It means that love is all around us.
As His breath; thy force of nature is love.
We are limited here; at the nursery.
We just need to listen.
From our own master...
the inner you...
Oct 13, 2021
Oct 13, 2021 at 10:31 PM UTC
The true shall set you free
as the High God
Because he never left us
its greed, who set you aside
its ego, whom make your cry
thy inertly creation of us
But he left us the key of all
and all is his creation,
so your thoughts will trouble
until you find the key hole
Aug 11, 2021
Aug 11, 2021 at 5:47 PM UTC
Every time I read your book,
its as if its the first time
like a wife looking over at her husband
after many years of marriage
and her heart skipping a beat
time after time after time
no matter how long it has been
the impact of his love still rings true
his undying commitment to her remains
their story sweeter with each passing year
and deeper than the one before
the power behind the unyielding loyalty
that it takes to make a marriage work
because nothing worth having will come easy
but the fidelity and allegiance all the same
the dedication remains in tact
with an unwavering devotion of love
a dedication to a life lasting bond
and beyond
so is it when I read your Words
your power rings true
your holiness prevails
and never ceases to amaze me
the words jump off the page
into the realm of my own reality
i see you at work beyond the book
beyond the words that come to life
that move me to action
that must be taken
if i sit still, it must not be true
because i would not be concerned
with the death that will surely come
for those that never know You
Sep 30, 2020
Sep 30, 2020 at 8:18 AM UTC
Isn’t it silly, ***** Nilly?
You made the stallion,
you made the filly,
and now they sleep
in the dark earth, stilly.
Isn’t it silly, ***** Nilly?
Isn’t it silly, ***** Nilly?
You forced them to run
all their days uphilly.
They ran till they dropped—
life’s a pickle, dilly.
Isn’t it silly, ***** Nilly?
Isn’t it silly, ***** Nilly?
They say I should worship you!
Oh, really!
They say I should pray
so you’ll not act illy.
Isn’t it silly, ***** Nilly?
Published by The New Formalist, Poet’s Corner, The Road Not Taken, Charlie Hedbo Poetry
We now know there never was a perfect Garden of Eden, because trillions of animals suffered and died before human beings existed. Thus Adam and Eve cannot be responsible for suffering and death. That leaves the Creator, if such a being exists. If not, perhaps it was just the bad luck of the draw.
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Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 12:44 AM UTC
females
lovers
yachts
forbidden fruit (eden)
little hole (eve)
Yahweh (tizzop)
friends
luck
yack
turn every letter around turn warriors
into choirboys allergic against weapons
turn vampires into
humans
turn around: somebody behind you
spying each letter you gotta
be better
don't turn the page NOW
the paper'd simply fly downwards into hell
with you
besides: the book of your life will end soon enough
Dec 3, 2019
Dec 3, 2019 at 11:05 AM UTC
Fallen One that fell from grace
Destiny engulfed you in flames
No other recourse but to change
You who tempted that Nazarene
The One some confuse with Seth or Baʿal
Venus is your place.
Your abode among the archangels
No one could take but Yahweh
The forbidden name
You loved Him more than your beautiful face
When ordered to love us feeble mortals more than the Lord of Hosts
Deign was not in your plate
Your phalangeal joints against the archangel Michael
General of the Heavenly Chariots
Lucifer, you of the Order of Music
The One they say buys souls
Michael took what was rightfully yours
On the Earthly plains your fallen angels
Only thought of empires to make.
Purson you probably do not know
Of the Order of Honor and Virtue once upon a time
Sunday stories that are told
God got old
Rest easy Prince don't sweat Judgement Day
Most of us are bound to Hades anyway.
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 7:20 PM UTC
* *"You know how I know God exists?"
. . .
"...Because I challenge him to prove it."* *
May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 10:30 PM UTC
In a land of 10000 poems I roam
Wondering if I'll ever find my way home.
I'm all alone.
Does anybody hear me?
Empathy pierces the fog... Nearly.
My visions are unclear... Clearly.
I pull monsters from within, searing.
I attempt to cauterize old wounds.
Also new.
They oft set my world askew.
Don't know what to do.
Will you help?
Writing ciphers in digitized pen, not felt.
Every word a wound, I stopped for my health.
Twisted and turned around, is this hell?
I must find a way...
A way away from myself.
Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 1:15 AM UTC
Why,
oh why?!
Do I constantly
seek the shade of darkness
when Your Son brings me so much warmth.
"I give you mountains,
to raise you up."
But Jesus,
I'm so tired.
"I'll carry you.
For I did not come
to be served,
but to serve."
So I rest in your arms
as your grace
carries me
to my resting place.
Yahweh
the God of Heaven, Earth, and Space
I choose,
to see your views.
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 4:54 PM UTC
I want to be where you are,
For you have a peculiar way of feeling so distant from me.
I am longing for another moment of triumphant belonging.
One that comes like a spurt of overflowing rapture
Within my weary heart.
I am released
From being drowned in deep waters
And suddenly, musical sounds break the muted,
Submerged silence
That for so long flooded my ears.
I see your face somewhere
In the glimmering iridescent halo of the sun.
My iniquities trickle from my eyelashes
And stream my cheeks.
They pool at my collarbones and rush down my arms
Once my chest heaves at the chance to breathe in
More of you.
Then off the tips of my fingers they fall; forgettable, insignificant.
Beached on the shores of my loneliness,
You meet me.
Seeing my shackles, a slave to sin, I am exposed
In my unworthiness and tarnished in self-deceit.
But you loosen my chains, binding only
My broken heart.
The iron turns to sand and I can feel it
Slipping and singing laments into the wind.
Right there is where the temple of self-righteousness
Crumbles.
In a heap of ruins lay my complacency and conceit.
You’ve been waiting to clothe me in the white
Of your salvation, and you wrap me
In a violet righteousness woven distinctly for me.
In the place of my shame, you fill that pit in my stomach
With a double portion of everlasting joy.
Beneath our feet
The earth brings forth sprouts of brilliant green.
Unimaginable colors spring up joyfully
Into a fruitful garden of immense splendor.
Individual flowers bloom for each prayer
Sown by your angels over my soul.
The moment is like a rare jewel or precious stone.
I want to collect it and hold it delicately in my hands.
I want to wear it on my fingers and wrists
For the chance to adorn others
With the sparkling gold and silver of your abundant grace.
Where there are jubilant fields lined with thick forestry,
I see emerald gems lodged half-revealed in the rock.
I see how the veins in my arms match the patterns
Of rivers carving through the land.
I notice the rhythm of my breathing
And the peaceful rise and fall of a gentle shoreline.
If I could see that the blue in the sky,
Green in the fields,
Gold in the sun,
And brown of the rich earth
Rests in the flecks of my eyes,
Perhaps I would realize that you have made me
To always be where you are.
h.v.
Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 12:53 PM UTC
the psalmist cries
by the wonders of your creation
but now we worship you
with half adoration
half obedience
and even half concentration
the Israelites bow down before you
but others take you for granted
the capacity of your power cannot be fathom
neither by a myth nor by a mortal man
you are the Greatest
the kings among all kings
the highest among all kind of Gods
the alpha and omega
beginning and the end
the Just among the guilty
the persecutor within the nation
the yin and the yang
the universe God and the highest father
Yhwh, the purest name above all.
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 3:13 AM UTC
The fall has been undone
The world is overcome...
Almighty Holy One of Israel
Possessor of the heavens and earth
Your name be great among the nations
Magnified by your Son's perfect work
The fall has been undone
The world is overcome...
All powerful Father creator God
Blessed hope and salvation
Your kingdom come - Your will be done
Unapproachable light eternal
The fall has been undone
The world is overcome...
Alpha and Omega, Beginning and End,
Faithful Rock and Redeemer
Lord, you alone are just and wise
Who can stand against You?
The fall has been undone
The world is overcome...
The fall verily hath happened
Thus there art demon's in
The world; though Christ
Saidst we canst overcometh
By his light and faith assured.
For ourn truth wilt makest
Friend's turn to enemies, and
Enemies to friend's; though it's
Yeshua ha'mashiach, on which
We shalt depend.
So mine dearest friend edward-starr,
With pain's wrapping thy skull; remembereth
Thou art God's child, not just some being of
Mistakes and flaws. We art to be perfected
In Jesus alone, for Christ hath made thee
A mansion, that soon shalt be thy home.
Hath faith Edward, thou art under
The protection of the great "I am";
He sent to thee, Jesus the king, to
Die for thee and every man.
For God saidst,
I am always with thee, wheresoever I mayest be;
Remember whom thou doth worship Edward,
Christ, the son of God, Yeshua ha'mashiach,
Thy Lord and healing king.
©Brandon Nagley and VS duo poem for Eddie starr
©Lonesome poet's poetry
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 8:15 PM UTC
Who can compare with your majesty, oh Lord?
Who can match your might and power?
For with your breath you gave life to the earth,
and as you spoke, the world came into being.
Truly, God, you are powerful beyond measure.
Your strength is beyond the comprehension of man.
Only you can say what is right and wrong;
from your mouth come the decrees of justice.
Hear my plea, oh God.
I have fallen in the darkness,
and I can not raise myself up.
The heights of Your glory are beyond my reach.
I am beset on all sides by trouble.
Doubt and fear are my constant companions.
My eyes are blinded,
and I cannot see your path.
You, Lord, who sees all,
know of my faith.
I have never renounced your name,
but always have I kept it in reverence.
Look upon me in my hour of need,
and see that I have done no wrong.
Through no fault of my own
I have lost my way.
Surely, oh God, you will deliver me.
For do you not guide the righteous along your paths
even as you condemn the wicked to damnation?
Surely, oh God, you will pull me from the depths.
Reach out your hand
and rescue me, Lord.
Restore unto me surety and boldness once again,
that I might walk in your light forever.
Nothing is impossible for you, God.
You are all powerful, all knowing,
with love that never ends.
I place my trust in you.
Your mercy and grace are boundless.
Though I often fail to keep your laws,
still you do not abandon me.
Your forgiveness is unfathomable.
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 4:13 PM UTC
Drink of the water from the rock struck once. Eat from the manna that falls from heaven and is a gift from God. Clamour not for the ravens that also fall and make you sick and put not your tongue to the vat of strong wine, old and festering with poison. Many men seek the wisdom of experience; probability and culmination and death. In the vast sea of the world, there flows a secret river that flows from the throne of God and pours into the secret chambers of the hearts of meek and humble men. There, wisdom is found and the tree of life springs forth its seed. There is a famine of the mind and of the soul and of the flesh. Its sores, the fruit of tribulation and its **** the wrath of God. Would you not cut or burn it out? My people live in a glorious city set on a hill and want not. They dwell with me and I with them. Harken unto me the words of the book written in your inward parts and I will inscribe a new sound on your lips, a song that never ends, a sun that never sets, a flesh that never corrupts, a love that never fails, a truth that never kills, a life that never sees death. Give Glory to God the Alpha and Give Honour to His Son the Omega and Rest in His Holy Spirit who Reigns: Beginning to End, Age to Age, Universe to Multiverse, Forever and Ever to Everlasting Everlasting. Man.
- Joshua Morrow
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 1:32 AM UTC
Please don't be the modern-day Jezebel,
I request you to not incite others about me,
You already have given up on your Yahweh.
I haven't,
No I did not,
I still stick to love,
And love is my Yahweh.
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 5:24 AM UTC
i.
O' sempiternal recherché Majesty
Thine winsome Penumbra overtaketh;
Between the window's of Yahweh.
ii.
O' fluoresce me with allay
Cometh to me tonight;
Cuddle with me until day.
iii.
Hush, mine darling of
Michael the archangel;
Taketh mine hand's, get with me entangled.
iv.
From space, to the third sky
To the country view, and Bengal;
We shalt rest fine, mine beloved.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley/ Filipino rose dedication
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 10:26 PM UTC
i.
O' heavenly host
Entwine to mine
Ghost.
ii.
O' empyrean
Pure pedestrian
Of Elohim.
iii.
O' throne bearer
Protector from terror
And fear.
iv.
O' Earl Jane Nagley
Mine life
Mine wife.
v.
O' mine soulmate
Mine heart gate
To yahweh.
©Brandon Nagley
©Earl jane Nagley dedication \filipino rose
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 6:12 PM UTC
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*Careful
who you trust,
for the devil
plays both
sides.*
Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 7:21 PM UTC
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*There are
two types
of people,
but only
one evil.*
Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 7:15 PM UTC
Beauty fills the air, your love I feel and it comforts me,
He who lifts my spirit, He who sets me free,
A quiet simplicity fills my heart, a voice, your voice,
You know when I am lost, and when I come home you rejoice.
With strong hands you raise me up to see the stars,
My eyes are opened as I find that you are never far,
All I need to do is look up, and pray,
Your love, forever, will guide my way.
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 9:25 PM UTC