Blasphemous Pinch

"Every year, every citizen of Smyrna had to burn incense to Caesar. There was as great altar there – Caesar’s altar – and you had to go every year and burn incents to Caesar, and receive then a certificate that you had done that. Without a certificate, you would be persecuted because you were violating the highest law in Smyrna. To be without a certificate, as must have been the case for Christians who would not say Caesar is Lord, but only Jesus is Lord, was to risk discovery and death." Though this poem isn't about the Revelation church of Smyrna, this excerpt from John MacArthur serves as a reference point for this poem.

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Wrestle

Heaven and earth are torn apart as requests reach His ears. This child of God pours out his heart knowing, believing He hears.

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Ichabod

After reading the first 7 chapters of 1 Samuel, I was inspired to write this little poem.

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Weight Upon the Lord

Heavy is my heart this night. I cannot put the words right. Sighing...Groaning... Joy comes in the morning, but now... A burden lies in my chest. A weight of ache and unrest.…

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You’re Not Special

"He predestined us to adoption as sons through Jesus Christ to Himself, according to the kind intention of His will, to the praise of the glory of His grace, which He freely bestowed on us in the Beloved." — Ephesians 1:5-6

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The Storyman

We live our lives through the eyes of a story man He knows the price of this race that has caused us pain

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