Poems

The Resurrection of Jesus Christ

Jesus, Jesus Christ, is risen!

His life for us, He had given

He had to die so that we may live,

Since for the sacrifice of sin, we had nothing to give.

Jesus, Jesus Christ, is risen!

He on the cross in the grave, our place, the Slain Lamb of God had taken

He was for us and to us, God’s ultimate and perfect gift

Now He closed between us and God, sins’ rift.

Jesus, Jesus Christ, is risen!

His words accept and have life’s assurance in all that He has spoken

At His death—darkness covered the earth

Confirming that only in Him, we have the new birth.

Jesus, Jesus Christ, is risen!

He conquered death, grave and the very gates of hell were broken

Of sins, we ask for forgiveness so He can pour in our hearts His love

Sealing our destiny to live with Him on earth and in heaven above.

Jesus, Jesus Christ, is risen!

Confidence in Him, like a rock will not be easily shaken

Even in the valley of the shadow of death I may walk

Yet in Him, I rest and with Him, forever I will talk.

– David Henry

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Voices in a post-truth world

In a post-truth world, where shadows collide,

Voices of deceit whisper, and dreams subside.

Cowardly murmurs, like rust on the soul,

Oppressive and heavy, they stifle the whole.

Bold truths arise, like the dawn through the haze,

Champions roaring in a cacophony of praise.

They challenge the liars, confronting the fear,

With courage to fight, through the doubt and the smear.

Yet bullies will bellow, confusion their tool,

Twisting the narrative, they'll mock and they'll rule.

But within the chaos, a gentle voice calls,

Echoing grace, it breaks through the walls.

In the life, death, and resurrection’s embrace,

God’s voice resounds with unwavering grace.

Through Jesus the Christ, truth’s light shines so bright,

A beacon of hope in the blackest of nights.

So listen, dear heart, in the uproar and noise,

Seek out the true, the eternal, the joys.

For beyond every whisper, through trials and strife,

The voice of the Saviour brings fullness of life.

– Dudley McLean II

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Rivers

When I speak,

The rivers listen

Deep flowing rivers

Light streams

Rivers

Mysterious Pools

The water hears my voice

Leaps

And applauds gently

Chuckles laughter

Moans deeply

The rivers speak with me

Swift flowing waterfalls

Deep sounding rhythms

Under rock

When the rivers answer me

I rejoice

And in my sleep

I dream of clear waters

Singing depths

And the quiet chatter

Of the rain.

– Jean Goulbourne