Some Days I Think

I can't think. This world's a blur. I hate their sickness. I hate their cure. Such was I, no amateur. I still hate their pretty package of manure. Sin is dumb. The world's stupid. Get out of my face, you're worthless.   But then I'm reminded that Christians are salt and light: Salt to prevent

By |2021-06-17T20:16:40+00:00June 17th, 2021|Poems, Prose|

Errorgance

Disapproved, debased mind; dishonorable, defiling passions. These things biblically define what's inside gays n' lesbians. God offers undeniable proof of His immortal existence, but they suppress, exchange the truth and exchange natural relations. Though intuitively known, God's righteous law embedded, they proudly approve their own - death is where they're headed. Nature teaches there is

By |2021-06-20T02:31:00+00:00May 3rd, 2021|Poems|

Pro(fit)phet

There is yet one man by whom we may inquire of the Lord, Micaiah the son of Imlah; but I hate him, for he never prophesies good concerning me, but always evil.” -King Ahab

By |2021-02-25T22:04:34+00:00November 1st, 2020|Poems|

Kinglish

Preacher: "Some of you are 'wonton!' You're like a 'whited sepulcher!' You may come to church on Sunday, bow your head and say your prayers Wednesday, but where are you 'wont to haunt' every other day?

By |2021-02-25T22:14:51+00:00May 27th, 2020|Prose|

Papyri

(Written on a mangy piece of paper that on the flipside contained this alliteration, "The Preeminent Prince of Peace powerfully pursues His people providentially producing proper positional predestined pleasantness." Circa 2013) Lay down the ancient foundation, Jesus Christ the Elect. That precious Stone. Behold His glory! Rejected by the builders, laid bare, scorned, crushed. They

By |2021-02-25T23:30:39+00:00May 24th, 2020|Poems|

Pathos

I sin with my soul almost more than any member, though Gnostics disagree I get displaced affections. Don't hide behind the lie like you don't empathize with my sinful condition when I can see it in your eyes we're in need of greater salvation. Like most Christians I'm afraid to reveal the hidden evils that I feel

By |2021-04-11T10:52:28+00:00March 18th, 2020|Poems|