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Sound Doctrine

BIBLIOLOGY Every ray of Day's full light, every inch of darkened Night; every speck of the expanse called Heaven, every parsec, atmospheric and stellar; all dry lands and seas, plants and seeds, the sun, the moon, and the stars also; land, sea, and air creatures alive or fossil, testify to all people, at all times,

By |2026-06-02T05:43:31+00:00June 2nd, 2026|Poems|

This Must Be Heaven

If I could love Him with all the powers of my mindand gaze on Him without constraint of time,hidden in the infinite recesses of eternityburied under the magnitude of infinity. There I'd peacefully slip away unneeded, consult the vastest intellect with reasoncombined with grace, justice, and wisdom,and bow to His beatific vision. If I could breathe

By |2025-01-07T06:17:22+00:00January 7th, 2025|Poems|

A Poeticatechism

About 5 years ago I wrote a rhyming catechism for my children to memorize, and they have done a good job of it. For a time, though, I have been discontent with its lack of uniform meter. So, with trepidation, I put pen to paper to "reform" the old one so that it retained much

By |2024-06-21T14:06:23+00:00June 21st, 2024|Poems|

RUN T-U-L-I-P

Mind, the, T! What is up with thee? We all have Total Depravity. Ever since Adam ate from the tree a scar is left in humanity. We're walking dead, a worldly course, cuz from God's life we've been divorced. We have no life, and born with guilt, obliged to pay, our blood be spilt. Though

By |2024-06-12T20:32:13+00:00June 12th, 2024|Poems|

11th Anniversary Retrospect

Time flies like an arrow to its mark, and our quiver holds one hand full. Its like yesterday we disembarked, didn't think it would speed up at all. Time seemed still for a while, still does, till pictures bring betrayals, details, blessings, the memories God gives us, us - one unit made up of ourselves.

By |2024-01-13T16:38:24+00:00January 13th, 2024|Poems|

Psychology

This is just psychology, staring at me stare at me, mirror full of empathy, mirror that is empty. People think some really twisted things when lack of sleep is applied to their brains, when at night they hear the memory of screams, and think they're near, invading their dreams. Real or not, it isn't likeable,

By |2023-04-26T18:12:02+00:00April 26th, 2023|Poems|

Harvest

He alone can separatethe wheat from the reprobate,bring the wicked to their fate,all whose lust they aggravate. Let them grow now, let them wait,reapers will unveil the blade.They cause sin, His laws they break.Hell is what they can't escape.On that Day, the aggregateof sinners will evaporate,in a fire, a fire so great,but remain as animate.

By |2022-12-26T15:46:08+00:00December 19th, 2022|Home Page Feature, Poems|