A poem based on Acts 17:28 ‘For in him we live and move and have our being.’ As some of your own poets have said, ‘We are his offspring.’ (NIV)

We're on our way to a far better place
Where we will see Jesus face to Face,
Bridegroom and bride, united at last
Will walk hand in hand on streets clear as glass.

Rise up and ride the wind, dear child,
Soar high on eagles' wings;
Though it blow fierce; though it be mild,
Rise above all that it brings.

Before I became a Christian a clairvoyant read me my fortune. She accurately told me things about my past as well as certain experiences I was going through at the time of the reading. Then she started to foretell my future. When she came to the age of thirty-three she stopped and said she couldn't see beyond that age. I always thought it meant that I would die then, but actually that was the year I became a reborn Christian. God wouldn't allow the devil to speak into my life once I belonged to Him. He loves us so very, very much!

A glowing white-washed orb hung high
Lighting up the midnight sky
As silently it spins and sails
Upon ordained and preset trails.

Glory, glory to God on High
Lord of the mountains; El-Shaddai
Righteous One thund'ring through space
Savior of the human race.

Romance is totally wasted on me
If Jesus crucified you do not see;
Freshly-cut roses in a fragrant bunch;
Treating me to a nice dinner or lunch
Does not impress me if you do not care
About the lost souls in the world out there.

The world is full of superheroes
Decked in tights and flowing capes,
But in truth they're only zeroes;
Strange cartoon-created shapes.

We're pilgrims on a quest
From our time of birth
Seeking peace and rest
Whilst dwelling on the Earth.

A poem inspired by C.S. Lewis (The Screwtape Letters)

The Past is frozen; it no longer flows;
What's already happened, everyone knows.
It's gone; it's solid - it cannot be changed;
For better of worse it can't be exchanged.

Whenever termites build their nests
They hardly stop to take a rest;
They send their scouts out far and near
To search for perfect sites somewhere,
To sculpt from turf their odd-shaped mounds;
Cathedrals rising from the ground.

Unnoticed and oh, so slowly
A breeze is moving through my soul -
I've turned my back on all things holy;
Having fun's my only goal.

As the sun sinks behind buildings and meadows;
When darkness moves in and the lesser lights rule -
Lone figures scurry and slink in the shadows
Mangy and starving they search, sniff and drool.

In the deepest, darkest night
After I've switched off the light
Creatures lurk within my room
Planning my demise and doom.

We've not been bought with diamonds, with silver or with gold
Since none of these could free us from the devil's vice-like hold.
We've not been saved through threats, with promises or force
For such manipulative methods God would not endorse.

Touch me, Spirit; teach me -
To walk in all God's ways.
Open my eyes and help me see,
God's plan for me this day.