Poetry for the Glory of God

Tragedy

noreply@blogger.com (Kenneth F. Godslord) — Fri, 07 Nov 2008 02:54:00 +0000

There was once a poor, old man,
He had over ten children
He barely fed them
It looked so hopeless, but then,
He united with friends
From where his people had been.
They said, “God comes first,
May all the rest die and burn.”

The man’s son’s life was worse yet,
But they worked the land until
Hope had a chance yet.
The next child they could save still.
They had just nine children,
They could not afford all ten!
They said, “Country first,
May all the rest die and burn!”

It was a blessing from God!
That son’s son became wealthy.
He thought something odd,
“Those children are unhealthy.”
He would only had five,
But Christianity survived.
He said, “Our state first,
May all the rest die and burn.”

His child had no self control
He sold all his father saved.
He had diamond bowls,
But, in turn, he could not pay.
He had one boy, one girl.
He loved them more than the world.
He said, “Family first,
May all the rest die and burn.

The boy hated all that breathed,
He thought, “No one understands.”
He could not conceive
Obeying his Lord’s commands.
He tried to kill his child
With abortion, but it failed.
He said, “My life first,
May all the rest die and burn.”

The survivor was hated,
He had dreams none could explain
Of a life sated
Filled with children who complained.
He only sat and cried
Until the day he died.
He said, “Forgive first,
Please, oh Lord, don’t let us burn.”

God's Will

noreply@blogger.com (Kenneth F. Godslord) — Sat, 30 Aug 2008 01:44:00 +0000

As I wait and listen for a word
To come and stop me, from a bird
Or message or letter. T’is absurd
To hesitate… my mind is blurred…

God in heaven! I pray to thee hard.
Send to me your Will through a Bard,
Who is Your Spirit, perfect, unmarred.
Heal my war torn heart, shard by shard.

What is Thy Will, mysterious, true;
What is it that you’d have me do?
To speak my mind, or to see it through
One road to me, another, You.

Thus I lay, then with a start
I grasp how dark is my heart
Patience! God will soon impart
His Great Will, His Perfect Art.

Requiem of the Dark

noreply@blogger.com (Kenneth F. Godslord) — Tue, 05 Aug 2008 02:26:00 +0000

Feel the wind? T'is strange today,
Thick with the smell of the rain
For the waters are filled with blood.
The vials have been poured in the flood.

Angels cheer, for the Lord is just.
They cry, "They have killed your prophets!
Let the vials flow into the dust!"
Our prayers of peace are as forfeit.

For the world does not repent,
Nay, it curses God's own name.
And so the sixth vial, it is sent,
Alas, our answer is the same.

Feel the wind? T'is strange today.
The sixth vial, it has flowed away.
The final pours under the sun.
A voice is heard; hear? "It is done."

We are Blessed

noreply@blogger.com (Kenneth F. Godslord) — Sat, 12 Jul 2008 12:14:00 +0000

How blessed we are! How blessed we are!
Sing unto the mountain tops,
Unto the ships and mills and shops,
Until time be for all to stop.

Who has blessed us? Who has blessed us?
T’is not by mine own hand.
Nay, it is done by none in the land.
Jehovah , our Lord, hath made us to stand!

Why doth He bless? Why doth He bless?
There’s nothing good of me.
I have given naught to He.
Yet He loves me; Love He be!

But what of He? But what of He?
Is that Man, Christ, not his own Son?
God let us slay Him! His blood did run
So that we sinners may of sin be done?

Look to the tomb! Look to the tomb!
Jesus has risen again to life.
For the faithfull’s sins He’s suffered strife.

What I have to Give

noreply@blogger.com (Kenneth F. Godslord) — Wed, 09 Jul 2008 23:54:00 +0000

How can I attempt to serve?
How can I attempt to praise?
Can I be faithful to your Word
When I have sinned for all these days?

All my righteousness is as rags.
And I have none to look up to,
For all men have these sins, these filthy snags!
We can offer nothing unto You.

But You have died so that we might live.
You, God, have covered us with your blood.
We have nothing of our own to give.
Jehovah, we give back to You: Your precious Love!

The Psalmist’s Lullaby

noreply@blogger.com (Kenneth F. Godslord) — Tue, 08 Jul 2008 03:24:00 +0000

Have I believed in vain?
The darkness has prospered much.
All I feel is the pain
Of the burning of Your touch.

When evil does as evil is
No evil to him befalls.
Yet I give thought to one dark sin;
Despair reigns o’er all!

Then I am reminded of His promise sure,
And I fall down and repent.
The wicked will much sorrow endure,
And I, to God, will be sent.

Light still rules, though the present be dark,
For the darkness is here in might.
Christ shall return when the trumpet we hark
And the faithful shall live in His sight.

Hold Fast to Him

noreply@blogger.com (Kenneth F. Godslord) — Fri, 20 Jun 2008 03:16:00 +0000

Light shines through to us today,
Darkness tries to cast dismay.
Keep true to what God does say.
Hold fast to Him.

When the night casts you to dust,
There is only One to trust.
Keep to the Light, for you must
Hold fast to Him.

When your sins are shown to you,
Repent of them, and in all you do
Keep His Word; obey it true.
Hold fast to Him.

Jehovah, the great Three in One
Is waiting for us when we’re done
Through the work, began by His Son.
Hold fast to Him.

An Ode to Ezekiel 37: 1- 14

noreply@blogger.com (Kenneth F. Godslord) — Wed, 04 Jun 2008 00:54:00 +0000

Light is here, shed a tear, for the darkness soon draws nigh.
Yet, never fear the sword or spear, for our Lord, God, reigns on high.
Soon you shall see the enemy bleed, and you ne’er raised your hand.
How can this be? Tis not through thee, but Him and His command.

But, lo, we are tossed on foaming waves
And strong men are sent to their icy graves.
Our bones are laid there, dead.

Have we lost? Has God forgotten?
We have been left, bodies rotten
The reality is what we’ve dread.

What’s this I hear? God has appeared? The bones are brought to life!
Have we to fear the sword and spear when Jehovah has no strife?
Soon we’ll see God’s destiny. It’s then we shall understand.

How can this be? Tis plain to me. In God alone must thou stand.

Sons of God, Awaken

noreply@blogger.com (Kenneth F. Godslord) — Thu, 20 Mar 2008 06:27:00 +0000

Wake, oh sons of God, I say!
Rise and hear; this is the day.
Cry out to sea and mountain side,
To desert sands where hate abides.

Know that love will win all war
‘Gainst the foe that God abhors.
Therefore, press on, and do not fear!
Our Lord’s commands we will adhere.

See, the Light in that horizon, long has it called us
Wake! His Will must be done; do not betray His trust.

Our Lord, Jehovah, hear our prayer.
Guide us 'till we meet You there,
In the heavens up above
Where we’ll be surrounded by Your Love!

The Dying Sinner’s Ode to Humanity

noreply@blogger.com (Kenneth F. Godslord) — Fri, 22 Feb 2008 03:53:00 +0000

Darkness consumes my soul; I have not faltered,
For how can I falter into what I am?
Sinner is my name. I am unaltered
From when I was conceived; I am damned
To life without Light, to darkness unbroken.
Listen, I pray, to this my last token
Of my life, of which I have not spoken
Since I was a youth, by a fisherman fathered.

Listen to me, you must stray
From the path you are on to the Light of day.
Follow not your heart, for it is a snare
To trap you and excuse you from your own prayer,
To be free from your sin, your burden heavily weighed.

Flee for your lives, children of Cain!
Or you shall know nothing but sorrow and pain,
For I tell you the truth: we are conceived in sin -
Our father, Adam, has betrayed us within,
And our own soul Hell has gained.

Instead, look to the Bible, and place (there) your trust.
It holds the key to our salvation.
For as Adam betrayed us, Jesus Christ has remade us
And has taken our condemnation.
But, woe to those who yet refuse
To give their sinners’ lives to God!
Is it worth being so amused,
While we sink as bread in the sod?

Requiem

noreply@blogger.com (Kenneth F. Godslord) — Wed, 20 Feb 2008 00:05:00 +0000

Weep for the passing days gone by
Cry out for the birds that fill the sky
And the creatures that swim in the deepest sea
And the beasts that walk the whole world free
But weep most of all for us, we man
For we are the ones who are forever damned
For our crimes that went against God above
The One Who’s purity and love
Created us all and gave us life
With no trouble, pain, or strife

But, lo, from above, what Light I see
Is it true that You have died for me?
God of Heaven, God of Light
God of Earth that gave me sight
Mercy tender, pure, and true
Tell me, Lord, what You’d have me do
Yet I can not help but weep
For your dying, drowning sheep
Who still reject You; I can only pray
That You will guide them to Thee today

God save us from our selfish ways
Before we leave you for all our days!

My King

noreply@blogger.com (Kenneth F. Godslord) — Tue, 19 Feb 2008 23:08:00 +0000

God, my Lord, what can we say
We love and adore thee
Be our King, Lord, every day
We love and adore thee

You chose us, we did not choose you
Command us in all we do
We need you, you do not need us
In you, God, is all we trust

Oh, God, my Lord, can I but speak
Your Name without falling down - no
My King, we are helpless and weak
Save us from our fate, from eternal woe

Save us from ourselves, have mercy
You are everything, the perfect being
You are Christ, our eternal King
Save us from what we are, Your Grace please bring

What can I say to give You praise
When You are infinite as you have always been
You are our One, to Thee we raise
Our beings, Lord, though no eye hath ever seen

God, my Lord, we are as clay
Mercy, Christ, from day to day
We are not worthy, this we know
Yet Grace you forever t’wards us show

God, my Lord, what can I say
Let us praise you all our days

Hope

noreply@blogger.com (Kenneth F. Godslord) — Tue, 19 Feb 2008 14:04:00 +0000

Darkness has come, shadows are nigh
As sun fades down, young babes cry

The wolves’ howls are heard far too oft’
The thunder clashes in the black
The rain has made the hard earth soft
And lightning rakes the tree’s back

Yet… when all seems to end in sorrow
Lift your eyes to the dawn of tomorrow

When the darkness seems too strong
When the shadows loom with ill content
When the night is all too long
Fear not, God has his enemies already spent.

When the darkness grips your heart
Hold fast to Him and ne’er forget
That He has been there since the start
He is with thee- I am with thee- and will be yet.