| Eschatology and Theology in Poetry |
| Terry Presgrove |
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Mystery What is love that a man should hunger? He craves, desires and wonders under The burden of a milestone of mortar And discontent that lingers always yonder, Beyond his comprehension, sadly, augured By the misapprehension of the archer. Driven by millennias of deja vu he ponders And presses on to the mark and the master Of the sanctity, the union that is his pointer. Often stumbling but never an anxious neighbor To surrender and always driven to the rudder Of the course that is his divine reconnoiter. The mystery as yet unrevealed by the riddler Will atlas be made known to the angelic scholar And the hosts will rejoice over the unveiler's Triumph which will echo the grand universal Answer. Marveling in rapturous ecstasy all of the Creatures, Together as one, prostrate to his righteous splendor. |
| "Apart from the Scriptures - we have no sure philosophy; apart from Jesus Christ - we have no true knowledge of God; apart from the inliving Spirit - we have no ability to live lives morally pleasing to God! "-Tozer |
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| Beans And Rice Again? The wind was to our back, Jesus Christ reigned, and strangers waved, as they passed on the lane. We did our ABC's in a three room school house; people seemed to really care, charity was a fre- quent dare, and Sundays were an all day affair: Morning, noon and night the Word was shared. There were tent revivals in summer time, which kept the fans busy, and nobody misunderstood when the preaching was on sin. But the Times said: God is dead, and moral relativism set in. We ate beans and rice one year for nine months, they call that a recession these days, but we all made it through just fine. TV was the craze, a- dored those Three Stooges, the Little Rascals, Spanky and Alfalfa. Sister tattletaled often, and learned a hard lesson; spankings galore, deserv- ed and needed more. Mom and dad quarreled often, but they stuck it out through hard times, and you didn't have to worry about there being many crimes. Life was good, there was no need for a legal finding, as a man's word was binding. Then the Jones moved next door, the priorities changed, even mom went to chore; we all want- ed more, a piece of the pie, the American dream, but what fantasy was that? When men put wo- men to toil outside the home, the family nucleus began to unravel, with latchkey kids left alone to their own devise. Did the material things become our god, or where did we really go poor? Don't get me wrong, generations need modulation, but the pendulum swinging beyond the blue-yonder? Longing for the much simpler black and white; not the overwhelming gray that we see today, but humanity has evolved, godlike commission, there's talk of a new creation, with prosperous motives, not to mention weapons of mass de- struction. But some things are exceptional: folks flying planes into towers, killing distant neigh- bors by the thousands; MAD seemed to lurk, but a new paradigm is manifestly in the works. There are many faiths called the great religions, but whatever happened to Jesus? God Bless America is in vogue, all the fashion, but there is confusion on authorization. Prayer is judicial in the sanctuary or the drawer, but Christ is offensive to the media crisscrossing. Maybe time has past me by, but I don't like this new god, devised by the politically correct, hallow- ed ground crowd; longing for the former things, hard times ahead, maybe beans and rice again? |
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| Rapture Who is like unto him? What words or pictures can contain him? A bright summer day becomes as pitch black near His subsistence; in the center of the whirlwind I sense his presence, but who can comprehend His existence? Who can look into his eyes, laser beams of light that are more than intense white. Who can see His face surrounded by unapproachable righteousness, so bright that even the throne fades to night? All of our boxes are very small, mine a thimble, others greater than the pyramids, yet all so tiny, limited, cloudy, shadowy reflections of reality. Truth leaves us dumbfounded with mouths open wide; overwhelmed by such a demeanor, awestruck, standing in the muck; the tiniest atoms, looking at specks of sand along side all the sea-shores, of all the oceans, of all the planets, in all the Galaxies, the wondrous universal collection of all that can be seen, heard or speculated on by man's cerebral neuron sensors. Insignificant me, lifted higher than the highest mountains, gathered into his arms like a mother's suckling child. Oh lord, I am nothing, yet You bless me with your amazing grace, snatching me by force into your wondrous presence, stripping all the old away. Naked I was, lost in my flesh, but You adorned me with the gown that You bought at great price, covering my every blemish, crowning me with joy, lifting my spirit with sudden confidence, and unspeakable celebration; a father's pat on the shoulder, the light no longer blinding, knowledge filling, my reservoir over-flowing, showering me with this incomprehensible, exhilarating, uncondi-tional, marvelous, saturating baptism of agape love! Can you bear it? Can you stand it? Can you feel it? Do you believe it? For He is Here! |
| Ain't it Great to be Alive! Deep breath with a slight pause, Then exhaling and an audible call, The senses magnified to light-speed glorified, Joy that cannot be contained, Burst forth with the pouring rays, The wind is lifting a sail, A robin telling the tale, Countless echoes surrounding, Pleasures beyond accounting, Tears and smiles abounding, Astounding even the skeptical frowning Of the elliptical doubting, Evil-wincing, yanking at the life cord, But receiving only the applauding laughter Of the enlightened scepter, Angelic peripheral crepitation, Ignited mind-soaking ecstatic purification, Resonating charges of praise addicting illumination, Indwelling the soul, Making the heart bold, Not even the grave can betray, Head lifted high, nostrils gaping wide, (Wow!) Ain't it great to be alive! |
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| Freedom The albatross has been strangled. Rising like a hot air balloon, Lighter than a sniffed whiff, Spiraling free of gravity's moon , Far above any earthly cliff, Agape's breeze blows With God's promised gift, Liberating the bursting feelings inside, Creating Joy beyond proportion, And a smile so wide, It licks the trickling-tears As emotion reaches high tide, Releasing all the pent-up fears; Endorphin's binding to opiate receptors, Goose bumps doing handstands Become electrical connectors, Liberated colors dance in soaring flight. The mast fills with the gusting breath of life, Saved hands are raised high, The old blind man sees, A plain young women's beauty exceeds, Expectations of the crystalline sea achieved, Superluminal thinking is unleashed, A celestial trumpet blasts, The gospel truth reverberates Throughout every cell of existence, Angelic tunes open heaven's gate Where countless paragons are singing. Can you hear F-R-E-E-D-O-M _ RINGING? |
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| Black and White Shades of gray, not black or white, varying degrees of clouded light; remembering when a spade was called a spade, a candy bar cost a dime, and bright white would hurt your eyes. The thin ashen line was rarely perceived, even less deceived, but today clarity changes to a vapor like a sheet of burning paper. The diverse creed jades, that way "in Jesus name"can be blamed. The enlightened say black and white thinking, as if it was simple mindedness to relate such things to basic precepts of synthesis. But nothing else is felonious; all Christian concerns evanesce to a dull skew, i.e. " if it feels good do it, eat drink and be merry for tomorrow we die, who cares what happens between two consenting adults," are merely tokens of the philosophy that has seized this apostate country. Modern man is so smart that he sees through sound thinking, and widens the dreary from sea to shining sea. Look what we have achieved! See how our kids are better educated, how much safer the schools, stabler the family core, securer the fabric of society; no opium of the masses here. Elevated to the plateau of the new god's imagin- ation, "there are no moral imperatives," such human brilliance has brought western civilized man to the pinnacle of godlike imaginary capabilities. The smarter the dude the more likely to undo what a child can conclude. Fool heartiness, chest thumping, throne lusting, ego seducing, is there any guessing as to who gives last rights to the natural evolution of such a disposition? They laugh at the decade of the 50's, but I don't recall mass executions, kids going bonkers, moms and dads rolling the dice with their children's lives. The 60's brought the sexual revolution, men putting women to task, and today even children get to vote in this time out. Adultery is on a massive scale, there's no one that can deny that tale. America ate the fruit, the Jones scam worked. Sure the pendent needs to move, but gee whiz to the moon? After all, who are we to assume or challenge the communication boom? Everything is fine, anything goes, unless you actually believe in Christ, then you get the ice. Everybody is out of the closet these days, except the assembly with the fish sign. Each time we stick our head out and try to take a stand, or even quote a bible verse, get ready for the media- elite slam. They will chew you up and spit you out, just like they did the pro-life fans. They changed the movement name to anti-abortion, smart foes the newsman, they know how to play the game, turn thinking in on it's head, upside down. Ever notice how the pro-choice clan is always postured in the most emotionally positive plight, while the anti- abortion folks are cast into darkness of night, cruel hearted and uncaring; talk about slanting the news! Those media persons know how to frame their argument, pretending to be impartial, isn't that a laugh? Dan Rather taught us that. They twisted protesters into fanatical, fringe, imbecilic-nuts, no surprise that Christians withdrew into their private huts. Who else has their finger on the trigger of public opinion, but the guardians, the protectors of the new found faith, that is built on the proposition that all belief systems are created equal and have certain inalienable rights, as long as they follow the media and enlightened elite's politically correct dogma, which honors the pagan commandment, " thou shall not nothing," unless of course, the not, somehow, violates the mathematical impossibility of the nothing becoming some form or fantasy, thereby offending any living entity, or oddity in our galaxy; except of course for the exclusionary Christian rule, which when applied, nullifies the preceding not nothing exception. The logical natural conclusion leads us to a time when we have implanted electronic legal diversity chaplains, which will beep a warning at first, then fining us, automatically debiting our accounts for violations of the universal "thou shalt not nothing code." The prophets of the news waves set up straw men, so to tear the person of faith down and crush us to the ground. We sit and watch, ignorantly unaware, in la la land, the frog gradually brought to a boil; assisted suicide by striking the mark on our own heart. Whose heads are in the sand of the plot at hand? We have clearly lost the pre-birth battle, claiming dementia, because we surrendered the morally high ground to the politically correct crowd within the public arena of ideas. In Solomon's day, the watered down diversity of many faiths would eventually bring the temple tumbling down. Even great leaders can be blinded, so too our nation is a teetering house of moral chaos on the brink of destruction. Led by a group of highly educated, political motivated, men and women in government, institutions of higher learning, the news media and Hollywood. They preach from their bully pulpit daily on diversity and equality, except for that segment of Christianity which believes that Jesus Christ is the "only way." We are dangerous bible thumpers, literalist, living in the dark ages, black and white thinkers who must be ridiculed in the public arena of ideas. Why do they hate us so, do you know? |
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| Choices Politically correct diversity is king, it's not important what you believe, proclaim the powers that be. They laugh at the red letter notion, causing a judicial commotion; Ignorantly blinded by self-deluded plight, chipping away at our precious rights, the traditional believers light. But reality discerns, the truth bursts through, shaken loose from the deceiver's bag: Anything goes, your OK, I'm OK, no virtuous references for man to quarrel, but what we the people determine for ourselves is now the ironic moral rudder for each to follow. Oxymoronic assinine reasoning is reigning. Deep down in the psyche of us all, is the sobering realization that the sum total of every ticking heart that has ever strummed the beat, knows in the rhythm of its very essence that we all fall short of the mark. In fact the glaring historical evidence demands that we are guilty of not always following that which we know to be right by our own self absorbing standards. So if we are not to be trusted for such authorization, then why in the name of integrity and truth telling do we lie to ourselves on such a mass scale? We love our land, the people and the reflection of freedom, the remnant in the churches yearning to see the pouring rain, but will the bridge burning prevent our joining the great out-pouring? Will we remain blinded in the trickster's maze and find in independence our decay or will we rise from narcissistic self indulgent enterprise, chain our souls to Him, cry out the great confession and rise to heights beyond the creature, far above the ether? |
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| 1Co 2:9 But, as it is written, "What no eye has seen, nor ear heard, nor the heart of man conceived, what God has pre-pared for those who love him," |
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| The Calvary Charge Millions upon millions of heavenly white horses, preparing for the ultimate Calvary charge, snorting, and prancing underneath the glorified transformed saints. The redeemed are adorned in robes dipped in beaming forgiveness, following behind the one and only Messiah, enveloped in divine heavenly light, the ulti-mate warrior, conquering king, this is no manger scene. His eyes are flames of Holy fire, piercing arrows of penetrating right, sharper than any double edged sword, wearing a one of a kind crown of sparkling, brilliant testimonial treasures, with a name inscribed that only he can know. His countenance is unparalleled in time and space, no mortal fleshly man can look upon his face, a name written on his robe that is soaked in crimson shame, "King of kings and Lord of Lords." He is God the Son, the mighty one, the great I am, the Elohim, and nothing will ever break that bond of unity with the Father again. He breathes a sword-like weapon with such mind bog- gling power, it crushes the mighty armies of the earth. The evil one is destroyed by the brightness of his coming, and He sweeps the sickle low upon the dwellers of the globe, reaping the harvest of the wrath of those who have rejected below. He, by his word, holding the universe together, is returning as repossessor! |
| Meddling Within the rows, two songs, a panned prayer, and pass the offering plate has become sacro-sanct. Also the lyrics better be in the hymnal or else thetraditional sectarian that is glued to the pew will review. Sadly, many churches put God into an eighteenth century communication box, and it is failing miserably to reach the twenty first century lost. The essential truths of the gospel never change, but we must reach out to those in need, not in churchie connotations, flowery teach, or in ancient speech, but in the street language that they speak, with Jesus preached. In some denominational arenas preaching to the choir has reached incestuous proportions, with the stroking of pastoral egos, and compet-ing heroes, creating a stale, suicidal death march, where 'go ye' has been replaced with 'feed me', the pendulum should swing, but never to extremes. It is imperative that we have the courage to free-up the Holy Ghost, breaking the bonds of rigidly formatted worship, and put trust in the Lord. After all, it is His Spirit, His body, His plan, His will; we must take our eyes off of us, and simply line Him up in front! |
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| Clinging We've lost our integration point with the final reality. Like a ship without a rudder, the masses aimlessly-flailing, courting suicidal drowning. Even many believers have their proverbial head in the grind, and can't see the starry skies for the sand in their eyes. Whatever happened to just passing through? So many in the body need the super-glue removed. The veil between life and death is thinner than the next breath taken, quicker realized than a hummingbird's blinking wings. The portal opening is more assured than the poor's wishful pleading, but we remain clinging as if this earthly shell will never be relinquished. Like the monkey trapped by his supposed need, hand grasping in the bottle with greed, and freedom simply in the release, yet hanging on defiantly frenzied, we simply can't see the King for the glittering nose ring. Passionate possessions on this fleeting, ageing rock that we travel across, declare that our lips and our brain don't line up the same. |
| Who Will Mourn? Cowardly appeasers are in denial: Proclaiming that rhetorical arrows Can stop Mohammed's awful vile. Advanced evolutionary excitement, Propels imaginary puffed-up Triton To an Illusionary quantum enlighten, Deluding the utopian god-like mind: That's scaled the peaks of mankind, And, now, looking down on Mt. Zion, Echoing the quintessential deceiver, Posed and roaring as a mighty lion! The Trojan Horse, laughingly, snorts: Who will mourn democracy's best, When all its grandeur is torn of sorts, And Sharia court is hope's last resort? |
| At The Knee The light is so bright, There's never a night; Gasping at the sight Of His omnipotent might, Wondrously awestruck, As all other desires Turn to insignificant liars Under the gaze of His fire. Comforted beyond expression By His divine presence, And acknowledging all things Are held together by His existence; With prophetic certainty, The throng moves to jurisprudence, All the creatures bow at the knee, Naturally, In subservient acceptance. The books are opened Without a judicial beseech, Each individual in turn, Stands to his or her feet; The sum total of all the thoughts, Motivations and deeds, Visually paraded for all to critique; Heart sick, desiring hide and seek. But thanks be to the God-man For paying the incarnate price, We have been delivered By His substitutionary sacrifice; Pardoned from on high, Given the power to ratify, Delivered from the lie. Life-eternal is imparted By His validating authority; Given kinsman - birthright, Hallelujah priority! |
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| Signs The natural branch is back, Although blinded by His Act; Mistrusted and maligned By many western sects; A democratic island In a sea of swords, Surrounded by distant cousins, Hated by Islamic hordes: An eye sore On Mohammed's shore. The Star raised in Forty-eight, Was thought to be An impossible chore, But what was to follow: Has become A billion bitter pills to swallow. Europe listens to the speeches That are made to the West, But wise men hear what's said To those that protest In the language they possess; Never ignoring the blood curdling That atrocity is encouraging. Israel's decision To surrender the land, Proved the true heart's desire Of the Palestinian band: Through evil endeavors, They spoiled the peaceful plan. Monarchs and dictators Come together to collaborate, Whipping up the flames Of hatred and discontent, Deflecting attention away From their own tent. Jihad brings world wide sorrow, Killing thousands in an hour, And in the twinkling of an eye, The world turned sour, As suicidal terrorist attacks, Initiate national identifying pacts. Afghanistan was bombarded, Al Quaeda became disheartened, The Talaban brokenhearted, And Iraq may be parted. North Korea has pulled The nuclear pin, And Iran's heart is full of sin. We are approaching the end Of the principle of MAD, And terrorists seek WMD To do us bad. So what remains to be seen: If the world powers that be, Can live under a new paradigm, Yet to be achieved? |
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| Ramifications of Sin People need to understand That sin destroys the soul of man, Strips the red earth, Contaminating the land; Bringing pain, anxiety and misery. Like adultery it dismantles The continuity of the family, Breaking the bonds of trust and unity. Look at single parent homes, So many kids being raised alone, Too many missing fathers, Society hitting on only four cylinders. The 21st century finds man crowning His elite moron head, And about to create His very own identical twin. Having advanced to the summit of ken. Now humanity has its finger On the genetic, biological, & nuclear pin. Such technological advancement In only one century, Does not fair well for humanity; Given that the ancient curse of greed, jealousy, ego and pride has changed So little throughout all our history. |
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| If You Should Follow If by chance, I should depart before He arrives, Excited will be my eyes as they truly come alive, Seeing with spiritual clarity for the very first time; Superluminal thinking with my brand new mind, The Heavenly host is beautiful and incredibly kind. Don't weep for me, this is an amazing site, God is awesome and heaven is a fantastic delight; No way do I want to go back to that pale light, Humanity grasping at shadows that are spied, And limited by those two bounded oval eyes! I am astounded at the holy procession of Christ, Marveling at the throng, kneeling before his might; Radiating beauty beyond the hue of mortal sight, Royal priesthood of believers scaling great heights, No more pain, fear or sorrow and death is a lie. Besides did you know that I always wanted to fly? Now, I can soar through the majestic celestial sky. My dear, you may follow over to my side, Where God's design is breathtakingly divine, But I must decline to cross back over that line. |
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| Intelligent Design The intellectual elite consider it biblical hype, They deny the essential elements as trivialized, Missing out on the greatest story of history realized. Curiosity prompts interrogation of space and time, The monkey's uncle assumes truth is rooted in the lie. The Word claims Elohim by divine fiat forms the light, Contrarian opinions require a measure of faith to drive. Skeptics strain to recognize, producing a heavenly sigh, But to the body, the marvelous handiwork testifies, As the scarlet thread is manifested through the Israelites; A paradoxical equation then the baby cries. Angelic rulers anxiously oversee high above the skies, Watching the Prince of Peace be betrayed by a spy; Love transcending sense, the spear penetrating the side, Blood dripping from the piercing of the utmost high, Ironically absorbed into the dust from which we abide; Anomalous interaction, perplexing question - Why? That the creature will endlessness radiate with eternal life, A fellowship of interaction, where our sight forever shines. Reality was, is, and shall ever be, designed by Jesus Christ. |
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| Who Was He? Jesus Christ was not a superstar, He is the one that hung the stars, Jesus Christ was not just a man, He is the incarnate God -Man, Jesus Christ was not just a prophet, He is the one that fulfilled prophecy, Jesus Christ was not just born, He preexisted from time immemorial, Jesus Christ was not just a good man, He lived without sin, the perfect Holy-Man, Jesus Christ was not just a religious figure, He is the one that holds all things together, Jesus Christ was not just one among wise men, He is the storehouse of all ken, Jesus Christ did not come the first time to reign, He came to break the bonds of sway and to persuade, Jesus Christ did not just cry out in pain, He became that which He disdained, Jesus Christ was never a cheat, He hung on a cross between two thieves, Jesus Christ was not just murdered, He came on a mission of eternal purposes, Jesus Christ's body did not remain in that grave, He shook the earth and broke the chains, Jesus Christ did not just conveniently disappear, He walked among the five hundred ministering there, Jesus Christ did not just vanish into thin air, He ascended into heaven while witnesses glared, Jesus Christ did not depart in despair, He left in glory, going away to prepare, Jesus Christ will not forget his heirs, He knows everyone who clings to Him in prayers, And He is coming again to wipe away all their tears. |
| The Howl of Unbelief Where was God when the towers fell, Was the loud howl for the story to tell. How could a loving God possibly allow, Echoed throughout the hallowed ground? Forgetting that He had already been disallowed, And the Times declared God dead anyhow; Elevating mankind to heights of self-ordained deity, But calamity reminds humanity, Just how limited is their divinity, A crushing blow to post modernist's sanity, Temporarily passing the buck to a higher authority, Essentially questioning free autonomy, Blaming God, contradicts with dichotomy. And when impropriety restores the throne room theme, The advanced evolutionary creature will have begotten Eve, Pandora's box opened, will bring unimaginable grief, And the cycle will repeat with the flip flop of the seat. |
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| Heaven In Zion, we each are like a purse, And though the size may be diverse, Every single one bursts forth with verse, Joining the greatest reunion in history, Our loved ones and the saints of antiquity, With Jesus, the center of heavenly ecstasy, The light is shining intensely white, Radiating bright from our Savior-divine, Casting no shadow on the celestial site, Our lives are no longer chained to hours, Time is irrelevant to empower, Then comes the wonders of a zenith shower, Haven is So far beyond the old mortal shell, The difference between a whisper and a yell, Triune Godhead knowledge rings the bell, The greatest thrill, meeting Him face to face, And every day is a brand new stay, Fresh like a newly discovered way, The glory of God's divine eternal nature,, Brings euphoric praise, teaching us forever- More and more about Jesus Christ our Lord. |
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| The Lamb and the Lion The first time, He came as a servant in disguise, Although the angels announced His arrival, And the babe came to earth divinely titled, There was no mighty army that ensued, Nor the insignia of earthly royalty giving proof. While Jesus gave essential clues to His fulfilling truth, The tribe misunderstood the prophetic crux, Suspending His throne above the world in crucifixion, Giving no visible sign of his glorification; The Lamb crowned with puncturing thorns, Disciples questioning why He had ever been born, The Romans mocked and cast lots for His cloak, Having Nailed him to that foreordained oak, Toasting his kingship by offering bitter herbs; Manifest destiny hanging between heaven and earth. But next time, He will come as the mighty conquering Lord, Having thrown off the garment stained with scorn; His heavenly nature trumpeted, gloriously adorned, The Lion of the tribe of Judah has been restored; Son of Man on a white horse with flaming eyes of torch, Celestial hosts rejoice as He brings with Him His reward, The throng of redeemed return with him in support, Enemies destroyed by the brightness of His sword, Demons retreat in fear of the horror they will absorb. His throne is established and ruled with sovereign accord, Attired in a majesty robe, acknowledged and adored, Honored with a one of kind crown, cheered by the reborn. Unbelief will flee his presence when the King retorts, Every heart that has ever ticked a beat will hit the knee, Acknowledging the savior and creator of the grand scheme; Each and every thought or deed paraded for all to see, Eternal life in the balance, to be, or not to be? Angels celebrate with acclaim, exalting His name, And the saints will forever praise, gain knowledge and reign. |
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| Brand New Day The dawning brings fresh discovery and exposure, Glittering reflections sparkle with mystery's disclosure. Grassy rolling fields do a beautiful synchronized wave, Trees bunched up together, applaud the morning rays. A new born calf bawling, echoes the brand new day, The bucking colt snorting, decides to rolls in the hay. A proud father shows his young son how to fly a kite, Scissor - Tails make a fuss, putting a Raven to flight, Robin's sing as mother nature mimics an angelic choir, Love squeezes every ounce of joy out of each hour. It makes the vocal cords want to scream and shout! For heaven's sake don't anyone think to pout, Come on now join me in a dance with many sounds. Can't you see the fabulous wonder that surrounds? Give the glory to the divine universe Maker, After all, it is His magnificent little green acre, And He is the one and only God - Creator. There is no one in all eternity who is greater, That is responsible for holding everything together, Thankfully making our burdens light as a feather, The returning Redeemer and our glorious Savior. Is there any question as to Who deserves the measure? |
| Origins Time plus space plus chance, Equals modern man's take on happenstance. There's pretty much any accepted theory on origins, Except for the most likely which is intelligence. Even probability says that begs penitence, But the faith of the politically correct scientist, Approaches the zeal of the religious fundamentalist; That insistence that Occam's Razor prevents divine guidance, Is an example of evolutionary fraudulence, And relying on the crutch of Hobson's preference, So they don't have to deal with the significance, Which is a challenge to their sacrosanct hypothesis. The truth is, it takes a measure of faith either analysis, And in the end, to a large extent, it depends, On exactly what your world synthesis portends. |
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| ~Resistance is Futile~ If roses are red and violets are blue, Offends someone and can get removed, Then the politically correct voodoo, Determines what has become taboo, Makes no difference how big the boo-boo, The collective elite's diverse taste, Will have established the new found faith, And woe to those who should resist such a fate, To have the audacity to actually cause an ache, Heaven help anyone making such a mistake! |
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| ~ Only You ~ Oceans may separate Politicians will exasperate Ideology can seek to isolate Only You have the power to generate Nothing causes me to cease The quintessential yearning won't release Another won't unlock the peace Only You have access to the keys Not time or space Though others may try to make a case But no one will ever take your place Only You can challenge for the race Neither height nor depth Being rich or in debt Even life or death Only You can give breath |
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| Terry Presgrove is a long time bible student, freelance writer and poet. Strangely, he did not begin writing poetry until after 9/11/01 The surprise attack on America jolted him to the depths of his soul. After a near decade long spiritual struggle, the prodigal son returned to his spiritual roots, and began to write poetry for the first time. Since December of 2001 he has written over one hundred and eighty poems. |
| ~A Wondrous Thing~ Come on now, put those worries to rest, His love has already surpassed the test, He went away to prepare His glorious best, And the flock awaits the gathering at His bequest. Every mission conceives a crown for each disposition, Our nature sanctified by his omniscient volition, Let His finger point you in the right direction, Providence has a pre-arranged dial-up connection. Whether far away on a foreign battlefield, Or strolling along in a rolling grassy field, Who can extend life one second by self will, Or know if they will make it up the next hill? Residing at home, calmly sleeping in our bed, Or dangling from a cleft, hanging by a thread, We the partakers of the communion bread, Hit our knees, bowing under His divine head. Snuggle, closely, underneath His mighty wings, Who would ever dare come against His offspring? Open wide the spout, let the people shout and sing! It's about time for the golden harps to ring! Glory Hallelujah to the mighty king! To the one that turns icy - winter into spring, And forever flings to hell death's sting, Can anyone truly imagine such a wondrous thing? |
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| ~Keep On Rock n' That Chair~ Whether at home eating bread Or walking a tightrope overhead There is no need to dread God's plan has said Just keep on a rock n' that chair You don't have to grit n' bear Much less fight the love that cares He has already paid the fare Life is not always fair Sometimes it's up in the air Just bow your head in prayer The Father will listen to his heir He knows every man's affair Tries to warn us to beware There is no need to despair His precious word has declared To those that hear, He makes aware Of the provisions on how to prepare After all, He counts each hair And His mercy desires to spare Remember how he took our place instead That precious blood that He has shed The way He went on ahead Can you see the scarlet thread? |
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| ~ The End Of The Age ~ The earth will shake, Some will escape, Signs in the heavens, And a series of sevens, Beating hearts will fail, Looking up at the veil, The roaring seas toss and wail, Mankind shutters in travail, Evil springs from hidden wells, Terrorists attack from their cells, Nations align in cartels, Inaugurating the prophetic tells, The man of sin heralded on the stage, Lucifer's hoard released from their cage, Nearing the end of the age, And Satan doth rage, Death on a catastrophic scale, Blood moons prevail, The earth tilts on it's rails, Disrupting the prince of Wales, Every eye shall see His sign in the sky, The remnant anticipates His abide by, As His feet touch down on the mountain high, Lightning flashes thundering a mighty sigh, All the continents are moved, The lion of the tribe of Judah approves, As the adversaries receive their due, And the Messianic reign will debut, The armies come down against Jerusalem, At Megiddo the battle will ensue, But in the twinkling of an eye, they shall all be consumed, When Jesus Christ returns, and the Davidic rule resumes, Then the world will be renewed, Nations shall seek out the Jew, Satan will be subdued, Until a thousand years say adieu. |
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| ~Take Dead Aim~ It is not our place to put the blame Anywhere within His glorious domain Our job is to take dead aim And each day set out to proclaim There is nothing on earth for us to claim We're Just passing through this frame Remember how humble He came We are to do the same Do not seek earthly fame And there will be no shame Let the divine Flame Bring healing in His name Even when we are in pain It is added to our gain And Because He was slain A great host shall reign Abstain from the mundane And He shall sustain the precious rain Pray often to ascertain And refrain from those who feign Some will constantly complain Others try their best to maintain Pastors will preach and explain Pointing the body to the ultimate attain And whether on a plane over Spain Or riding a train through Maine The word remains just as plain His grain runs deep through the vein |
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| ~ God's Pleasure~ A thunder clap applauds the maker As those feasting toast the baker And the farmer plows the acre So that many can be a partaker The good and the bad share the same air Climbing the identical winding stairs Although at times it may seem unfair God knows the heart that really cares Those who have faith have the right thing They are rich far beyond any earthly king Swimming in the praises that they bring Souls bathing in the eternal spring No man can steal their treasure God has secured the full measure Because the creature gives Him pleasure As it is written in the ledger |
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| Rapturous Glory! The sun sets on the old man and the Son's rays shine on the new dawn in brand new ways: Adorning with a wonderful praise-knitted shawl of brilliant heavenly glistening, sewn together with sparkling needles of indescribable kinetic-energy; overflowing, flooding sensory perception with pure unadulterated celestial ecstasy. Brilliant colors never before seen, bath in the spectrum lake, and the iris, illuminated, is showered with His majestic countenance. Fragrant bouquets from undiscovered lands raise the olfactory glands to mountainous levels of uncharted realms. The joyous sounds of dancing notes sail to an angelic scale, igniting and exciting the nucleus of our new shell. Emotion is driven beyond the power of locomotion. Goose bumps tiering from volcanic eruptions lift the soul to heights untold; the senses magnified to the umpteenth glorified, and in the midst of the ineffable, there is a peace that transcends the comprehensible. |
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| ~ Regardless ~ In the darkness of night Or the brightest daylight Being rich or poor An opened or closed door Flat of your back Or flat out running down the track Solid as a log Or thick as fog Scaling the mountain top Or in the valley at a dead stop Riding a camel in the Sahara desert Or experiencing ice cream for dessert Fighting bulls in Spain Or crossing a meadow in Maine A new born babe Or old uncle Abe Happy or sad Being good or bad Got the flu Or don't have a clue The maker is always there And can be reached through prayer He knows every hair And will set matters square We're just passing through Nothing here to accrue Might as well remove the glue Cause you can't take it with you |
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| ~ Wish I'd Listened Then ~ Sitting on the front porch rock n' my chair, Trying to doze off without a care, Just like any other day to compare, Kids making a racket on the stairs. The neighbors are barbecuing with their usual flare, A red kite is sailing high in the air, The wife walks by fidgeting with her hair, Says, "a great day to go to the fair!" Then an unseen, shocking, shattering affair, Suddenly found myself playing solitaire, Completely caught off guard unaware, "Good heavens! Why I am so scared?" There was no warning, not even a blare, The earth didn't move or declare, But allot of vehicles needed repair, And now, I'm in agonizing despair. My family has vanished into thin air, And all that remains is an empty stare, At their clothes on the ground over there, Which is far too much burden to bear. They tried hard to make me aware, Warning me all the time to beware, But all I would do is glare, Or poke fun at them with a dare. And all those crazy folks that went to church on Square, Turned out they had a hold of the glory and are heirs. All I can seem to do is sit in this chair, Reflecting on my terrible err. Of late, I have sought out the covenant pair, Often bowing my head in much prayer, Fighting back those anguishing tears, Wishing I had partaken in the shares. Waiting on the brand, Crying everyday for this land, Knowing I have to take a stand, There is a line drawn in the sand. Though the Homeland defense may demand, I cannot go against God's command, Nothing can thwart His divine plan, Which was destined before time began. These days, there is very little sleeping, But allot of night time pleading, My heart is broken and bleeding, The truth unveiled in Scripture reading. "They're coming for us soon," says the tip, Because we won't take the chip, They want to change our zip, Move us to a new camp down the strip. Some have already been whipped, Others tortured and stripped, I have got to get a grip, And be ready to take this trip. The whole world is in turmoil, Skyrocketing price of oil, Crazy diseases and fresh water spoils As the heat of the sun cooks and boils. There has been a shake up in the heavens, The earth wobbles under the weight of a series of sevens, These times and seasons are a leaven of terror, And a blood red moon becomes the color bearer. The restless roaring of the ocean waves, A multitude of people becoming de facto slaves, Millions have already gone to their grave, But the media raves about the future he will save. Saying, "this new leader is brilliant and astute, He has all the answers and powers to boot," The problem is, I know the truth, There's No way I can eat the fruit. It looks like the end of line, The trucks are starting to align, Wish I'd listened back then to the signs, And I wouldn't be here being attacked and maligned. Hanging on like a naked stem in a strong wind, If only, I had confessed that I'd sinned, A hard headed man left behind, Tragically for choosing to remain blind. I've got keep my nose to the grind, Try not to lose my mind, Nearing the final epic battle for mankind, And then the whole world will be refined. Only now do I fully comprehend, We're closing in to that rendezvous with a friend, Lord give us the strength to see this through to the end, Our Father in heaven, into thy hands our spirits we commend. |
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| ~Happy Versus Joy~ Being happy comes and goes Sometimes it flows Or it may even glow But it does have those lows Occasionally the door will close And not even a rose Will bring a repose Seemingly to spite the nose But joy transcends sense It is never tense Nor does it create a fence And no man can buy it with cents It has no need of defense No where is there a pretense Always burning an incense And the contribution to life is immense |
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| ~Grace~ God's grace saturates the atmosphere It's in every breath of life giving air That the lungs take in and bear Royally covering the heart of each heir This unmerited favor makes us aware Of just how much he really cares And the cost of this divine affair Jolts with a sobering painful tear His word steadfastly declares Because of His sacrifice we shall share In the glory that He went away to prepare When He returns to set things square There's absolutely nothing that can compare To this divine love that He laid bare Presently sitting in the right hand chair The Royal King to whom the trumpets blare |
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