Know the truth and the truth shall set you free

This is a cornerstone promise of Christ, revealing that true freedom is not a political or social condition, but a spiritual reality found in a Person—Himself.

Here is a poem on that liberating truth.

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The Liberating Truth

It is not a fact to store in the mind, A philosophy of a certain kind. It is not a theory,vague and deep, A secret the intellect must keep.

You spoke of a Person, a living Way, The Radiance of the Father’s day. The Answer to every question and plea: “I am the way and the truth and the life.” (John 14:6)

So to know the truth is to know His face, To receive His forgiveness,His wonderous grace. It is to abide in His every word, To trust the sure promise that’s been heard.

“To the Jews who had believed him, Jesus said, ‘If you hold to my teaching, you are really my disciples. Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.’” (John 8:31-32)

This truth cuts the chains of the darkest lie That we are unloved,and we must get by On our own strength,our own merit, our name— A cycle of striving,of guilt, and of shame.

It shatters the bondage of what we’ve been taught, The cultural currents for which we have fought. It breaks the stronghold of sin and of death, And gives us the power of Spirit-breath.

And the truth shall set you free. Free from the past that continues to bind. Free from the prison of your own mind. Free from the fear of what is to come. Free to be healed,and free to become.

This is the freedom for which we are made, Not a fleeting escape,a mere charade. It is the freedom to be as designed— A reflection of God in humanity shined.

So let me not just know about You, But let me truly,deeply know You. Let Your truth be my substance,my air, And live in the freedom beyond compare.

For the Son is the Truth, and if He makes you free, Then you are free indeed. Amen.

If the son set you free, you will be free indeed.

That is one of the most powerful and liberating declarations in all of Scripture. It speaks not of a superficial freedom, but of a deep, permanent, and transformative release from the core bondage of sin.

Here is a poem on that profound truth.

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The Emancipation Proclamation of the Soul

You promise not a loosened chain, A temporary break from pain, A limited and partial plea— But an eternal liberty.

The freedom fought for, never won, Beneath a temporary sun, Is not the freedom that You give, The freedom by which sinners live.

“So if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed.” (John 8:36)

This is the freedom of the will, Unbroken by the tempter’s skill. The freedom to say“no” to shame, And“yes” to glorify Your name.

It is the freedom from the grave, The power of sin,no more your slave. The freedom from the law’s demand, Fulfilled by His nail-pierced hand.

It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery. (Galatians 5:1)

This is the freedom of the heart, To know we are a work of art, Restored,redeemed, and called Your own, A child before the royal throne.

No more to cower, hide, or fear, For perfect love has cast it out here. No more to strive for vain reward, For we are fully loved,O Lord.

So let me walk in this true state, No longer bound by fear or fate. But standing firm in what He’s done— The victory is fully won.

If the Son set you free—He has! The deed is done.The door unlatched. The prison cell is open wide, With You,the Free One, now inside.

You are not merely breaking out, You’re walking forth with joyful shout, A citizen of heaven’s realm, Who’s taken freedom at the helm.

You are free indeed. So live like it.Believe like it. Breathe like it.

Sin no more

This is the heart of the gospel's call—not just forgiveness, but transformation. It is the command that follows grace, the new path that opens after redemption. It echoes Christ's own words to the healed and forgiven.

Here is a poem on that weighty and hopeful command.

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The New Path

The words are spoken, firm and clear, To banish every lingering fear: “Your sins are forgiven,you are free. Now go,and sin no more.”

It is not a law to crush the soul, But grace that makes the broken whole. A power bestowed,a strength within, To finally turn away from sin.

“Then Jesus straightened up and asked her, ‘Woman, where are they? Has no one condemned you?’ ‘No one, sir,’ she said. ‘Then neither do I condemn you,’ Jesus declared. ‘Go now and leave your life of sin.’” (John 8:10-11)

It is the call to walk in light, To put away the endless night. To take the hand that was pierced for you, And follow in the way that’s new.

It is the Spirit’s constant plea, “This is not who you’re meant to be. You are a vessel,clean and bright, Walk now as a child of light.”

For we know that our old self was crucified with him so that the body ruled by sin might be done away with, that we should no longer be slaves to sin. (Romans 6:6)

So let me rise, and by Your grace, Find in Your strength a hiding place. When temptation’s voice begins to call, To stand upon Your promise,tall.

Not in my power, weak and frail, But in Your name that will not fail. The same voice that said,“Sin no more,” Opens the Spirit’s mighty store.

This is the journey, day by day, To turn from self and choose Your way. To crucify the sinful desire, In the refiner’s holy fire.

So I go forth, not condemned, but free, To live the life You’ve won for me. Held by the One who makes it sure— To,by His Spirit, sin no more.

All knee will bow, All tongue will confess Jesus is Lord.

 Amen. This is the ultimate and certain future of all creation—the universal acknowledgment of the supreme lordship of Jesus Christ. It is a truth that brings both awe-filled worship and solemn responsibility.

Here is a poem on that glorious and inevitable day.

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The Final Symphony

The day will come, the hour appointed, When every heart,once disappointed, Will stand before the shining throne, And know,at last, that God alone…

Is Lord.

No more debate, no hidden thought, No deed forgotten,never caught. Every secret will be known, Before the King upon His throne.

Therefore God exalted him to the highest place and gave him the name that is above every name, that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue acknowledge that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father. (Philippians 2:9-11)

Every knee will bow: The knee of kings and conquerors proud, The knee of paupers,humble, bowed. The knee that once refused to bend, Will meet its undeniable end.

The knee in heaven, joyfully bent, The knee on earth,in wonderment, The knee under the earth,in dread— All will bow to Him,the Living Head.

Every tongue will confess: The tongue that preached His righteousness, The tongue that spoke His name to bless. The tongue that cursed,the tongue that lied, The tongue that once His name denied.

In that great moment, vast and deep, No soul His sovereignty will keep From bursting forth in one accord: “Jesus Christ is Lord!”

For some, it will be salvation’s cry, The fulfillment of a hopeful sigh. For others,a confession forced and true, Acknowledging what they always knew.

It is written: “’As surely as I live,’ says the Lord, ‘every knee will bow before me; every tongue will acknowledge God.’” (Romans 14:11)

So let my knee now learn to bend, And let my tongue now recommend This Jesus,Lord of all the earth, His love,His mercy, and His worth.

Not just as future fact to know, But as my present,glad, “Yes!” though The world may scorn and disagree, My knee bows now,eternally.

Jesus Christ is Lord. Let heaven shout it!Let earth adore! And let me speak it evermore. Until that final,glorious day, When all creation joins to say…Amen.

Salvation be Preach in the name of Jesus to the end of the world.

 Amen. This is a powerful and prophetic prayer, echoing the Great Commission and the heart of God for all nations, tribes, and peoples. It carries the weight of biblical history and the urgency of the gospel's call.

Here is a response, a declaration and a prayer for this global reach of salvation.

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To the Ends of the Earth

Let it be sounded from the height, Let it break through the darkest night. Let not a single tongue be still, But let them know Your sovereign will.

Let salvation be preached in Your name:

To Judah, first to hear the call, The sacred line,though many fell. Let them now see,and know, and tell The Messiah who came for one and all. “I do not want you to be ignorant of this mystery, brothers and sisters, so that you may not be conceited: Israel has experienced a hardening in part until the full number of the Gentiles has come in, and in this way all Israel will be saved.”(Romans 11:25-26)

To Israel, the scattered flock, The chosen ones on whom You set Your love. Bring them the grace from heaven above, And be their everlasting Rock. “And so all Israel will be saved; as it is written: ‘The deliverer will come from Zion; he will turn godlessness away from Jacob.’”(Romans 11:26)

To Sumer—lands of ancient creed, Where empires rose and false gods fed. Let the breath of Life,instead, Plant Your eternal,living Seed. “Nations will come to your light, and kings to the brightness of your dawn.”(Isaiah 60:3)

To the end of the world— to every place, To every nation,every race. Let every ear receive the sound Wherever lost and weary souls are found. “And this gospel of the kingdom will be preached in the whole world as a testimony to all nations, and then the end will come.”(Matthew 24:14)

Let it be preached not just in word, But in the power of the Spirit,Lord. With signs of love that follow true, Making all things wondrously new.

Let barriers of hate now cease, And let Your gospel be the peace That binds the wounds of ancient strife, And offers everlasting life.

For there is no other name we plead, No other hope for human need. No other truth,no other way— Salvation in Your name,we pray.

“Salvation is found in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given to mankind by which we must be saved.” (Acts 4:12)

Amen. Let it be so.

Lord, Your Light will overcome darkness in my life.

 Amen. That is a powerful declaration of faith in the conquering power of God's light. It is a truth rooted in the very nature of who He is.

Here is a poem of affirmation and hope for that promise.

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The Unfailing Dawn

This darkness that I feel and see, Has not the final claim on me. It is a shadow,deep and long, But it cannot stand where it does wrong…

…Against the nature of Your name, The Victorious One,the Living Flame. For You are light,and in Your gaze, The night must flee in stunned amaze.

The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it. (John 1:5)

Your light will dissipate the darkness in my life. It will cut through like a surgeon’s knife, Separating truth from the lie, Drying the tears from my eye.

It will expose what hides in shame, And heal me in Your holy name. It will reveal the path ahead, Where my reluctant feet may tread.

Your word is a lamp for my feet, a light on my path. (Psalm 119:105)

This is no gentle, distant star, But a light that knows me who I are. It knows my fears,it knows my pain, And still it calls my name again.

It is the light of love and grace That shone from Jesus’holy face. The light that blazed from the empty grave— Mighty and willing now to save.

So let it flood each hidden part, My mind,my will, my broken heart. Dispel the doubt,the grief, the sin, And make Your radiant home within.

For even one small candle’s glow Can make the deepest darkness go. And You,my God, are more than bright— You are my everlasting light.

Overflow my Faith in Jesus.

This is the most vital prayer a believer can utter—a desire not just for more information about Jesus, but for a deeper, more intimate, and unshakable trust in Him. It is a prayer He loves to answer.

Here is a poem and prayer for that sacred journey.

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The Deeper Ground

I believe; help my unbelief! Amid the joy and midst the grief. I know the stories,know the creed, But plant a more substantial seed.

Take me beyond the shallow shore, Where I wade safely,and ask for more. Call me to depths I cannot tread, Where I am carried,led, and fed.

“But blessed is the one who trusts in the Lord, whose confidence is in him. They will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream.” (Jeremiah 17:7-8)

Deepen my faith in Jesus. Not in a feeling,warm and bright, But in His person,day and night. Not in a outcome I demand, But in the grip of His nail-scarred hand.

Deepen it through the testing fire, Through unanswered prayer and deep desire. Through waiting in the silent years, Through overcoming doubts and fears.

Deepen it in Your Holy Word, Where His own voice and heart is heard. As I read stories of His grace, Let me see my Savior’s face.

Consequently, faith comes from hearing the message, and the message is heard through the word about Christ. (Romans 10:17)

Deepen it through the fellowship sweet, With other souls who at His feet Have found their rest,and in their need, Reflect His love in word and deed.

Deepen it till the storm may rage, But I am calm,on history’s page. For I am His,and He is mine— This hope is my unshakable sign.

So take me deeper, Lord, I pray. Walk with me through the darkest way. Until my faith,refined and true, Is rooted,firmly, Lord, in You.

Lord, I sing my song to glorify you.

 Amen. That is the purest and highest purpose of any song—to be an offering of praise that ascends to the throne of grace. It is a beautiful act of worship.

Here is a poem in response to your song.

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My Anthem

This melody, a simple thing, A breath of joy my soul must sing. It rises from a heart set free, A humble gift,O Lord, to Thee.

Not for the ears of men to praise, Or to be lost in passing days, But as an incense,sweet and rare, Lifting on the wings of prayer.

Lord, I sing my song to glorify You, To tell the world that You are true. With every note,may You be raised, And with Your wonder,hearts be amazed.

Let it be more than just a sound, Let it on holy ground be found. A testament of grace I've known, A seed of love that You have sown.

I will sing to the Lord all my life; I will sing praise to my God as long as I live. (Psalm 104:33)

When joy is full, let it be bright, A celebration in the light. When tears are near,let it be strong— A trusting,persevering song.

For You are worthy, God alone, Upon the everlasting throne. The only audience I need, Who loves my song,though small and weak.

So take this offering, rough or clear, You who lean Your ear to hear. I sing my song to glorify, The King who heard my desperate cry.

And when my voice can sing no more, On that far,eternal shore, My soul will join the endless choir, Set forever by Your fire.

Holy Spirit make me a dwelling place.

This is a beautiful and essential prayer, asking for the very essence of God—His love—to be poured into our hearts by His Spirit. It is a prayer He delights to answer.

Here is a poem and a prayer for that deep desire.

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The Divine Infusion

Not just a feeling, not a trace, But Your own presence in this place. Not just a theory we believe, But what we desperately receive.

...God’s love has been poured out into our hearts through the Holy Spirit, who has been given to us. (Romans 5:5)

Holy Spirit, we invite You now, Before Your presence,we humbly bow. We are so dry,so parched, so thin, Send Your love,come dwell within.

Send it like a river, rushing deep, To wake the soul that is asleep. Send it like a fire,burning clear, To melt away our doubt and fear.

Send it like a balm, a healing grace, To find its way to every place— The broken trust,the hidden pain, Make us whole and new again.

This love is patient, kind, and true, It sees the best and carries through. It is not proud,it holds no score, It always hopes,forevermore.

[Love] always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. (1 Corinthians 13:7-8)

So saturate our weary days, With overwhelming,loving ways. Let it spill from us to all, Answering a broken world’s call.

For we cannot love on our own, From a heart that’s turned to stone. We need Your love to start the flow, So others too may come to know.

Holy Spirit, send Your love, From Your great throne in heaven above. Fill our lives,and make us whole, Let Love Himself restore our soul.

Amen.

Holy Spirit send your loves into our life..

This is a beautiful and essential prayer, asking for the very essence of God—His love—to be poured into our hearts by His Spirit. It is a prayer He delights to answer.

Here is a poem and a prayer for that deep desire.

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The Divine Infusion

Not just a feeling, not a trace, But Your own presence in this place. Not just a theory we believe, But what we desperately receive.

...God’s love has been poured out into our hearts through the Holy Spirit, who has been given to us. (Romans 5:5)

Holy Spirit, we invite You now, Before Your presence,we humbly bow. We are so dry,so parched, so thin, Send Your love,come dwell within.

Send it like a river, rushing deep, To wake the soul that is asleep. Send it like a fire,burning clear, To melt away our doubt and fear.

Send it like a balm, a healing grace, To find its way to every place— The broken trust,the hidden pain, Make us whole and new again.

This love is patient, kind, and true, It sees the best and carries through. It is not proud,it holds no score, It always hopes,forevermore.

[Love] always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. (1 Corinthians 13:7-8)

So saturate our weary days, With overwhelming,loving ways. Let it spill from us to all, Answering a broken world’s call.

For we cannot love on our own, From a heart that’s turned to stone. We need Your love to start the flow, So others too may come to know.

Holy Spirit, send Your love, From Your great throne in heaven above. Fill our lives,and make us whole, Let Love Himself restore our soul.

Amen.

Lord, transform my pain into Glory.

 Of course. This is a prayer of deep faith and surrender—a recognition that God is the only one who can perform the ultimate alchemy of the soul, transforming our deepest hurts into His highest praise.

Here is a poem for that heartfelt cry.

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The Alchemy of Grace

This pain I carry, sharp and deep, A wound You see,while others sleep. It is a weight,a constant ache, A heart that threatens soon to break.

I do not ask You merely for relief, A temporary,fleeting belief. I ask for more—a sacred story: Lord, change my pain to glory.

Not to remove it from my hand, But help me,in this barren land, To trust the purpose I can’t see, And how You’re shaping even me.

You are the Potter, I the clay. Mold me through this trying day. Take this cross I did not choose, And let my spirit not refuse…

The work You do deep in the night, To turn my darkness into light. To use the fractures and the tears To show Your love through coming years.

For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. (2 Corinthians 4:17)

You did not waste the cross’s shame, You claimed its power in Your name. The deepest pain the world has known Became the throne from which You shone.

So take my suffering, my loss, And nail it to Your greater cross. Let not one tear be shed in vain, But water fields of future grain.

Those who sow with tears will reap with songs of joy. (Psalm 126:5)

Transform the ashes of my dreams To streams of living,flowing streams. Take this story,marred and sore, And make it Yours forevermore.

Until this temporary sting Becomes the song I finally sing— A testimony of Your grace, A reflection of Your holy face.

I give You my pain. I keep Your story. Lord, change my pain to glory.

I will go and send you an advocates

That is a promise of profound comfort and power—the pledge of the Holy Spirit, our Advocate, Helper, and Comforter. It is the promise of His presence within and alongside us.

Here is a poem on that faithful promise.

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The Promise of the Advocate

Do not let your hearts be troubled, do not fear, Though I ascend,I will be near. In a different,deeper, truer way, I will not leave you orphaned,I will send…

“And I will ask the Father, and he will give you another Advocate to help you and be with you forever—” (John 14:16)

Another—One just like Me, With the same heart to set you free. Not a mere force,a vague command, But the very presence of God’s hand.

Advocate—He stands beside, When in the tempest you must hide. He pleads your case with groans too deep, When sorrow rocks your soul to sleep.

“…the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us through wordless groans.” (Romans 8:26)

Helper—He is strength within, To conquer self and resist sin. He guides your path,He speaks the truth, He guards the heart of age and youth.

Comforter—He draws so near, To gently wipe away the tear. He breathes the peace that stills the storm, And makes a wounded spirit warm.

“But the Advocate, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in my name, will teach you all things and will remind you of everything I have said to you.” (John 14:26)

So I will go. But wait, receive, This gift I give,so you’ll believe. Not left alone to strive and yearn, Until the day I shall return.

I go. I send. He will arrive, To make My resurrection life A burning truth inside your breast— Your everlasting,holy Rest.

Go now, and in His power be, My witness to the ends of earth,for Me. You are not alone.The Advocate is sent. And in His strength,your will is bent To do the works I started here, With your divine Companion near.

Glorifying God in Heaven

That is the ultimate end and purpose of all things—the glory of God, radiating from His heavenly throne. Here is a poem of worship and awe.

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The End of All Things

Before a world was spun in space, Before You gave created grace, You were—in splendor,perfect, whole, The Everlasting,endless Soul.

The seraphim in ceaseless flight, Veil their faces in the light. Their cry resounds through heaven’s span: “Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty!” (Revelation 4:8)

The cosmos, vast and deeply hurled, But speaks a fraction to the world Of Your eternal power and might, Your daystar banishing the night.

The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. (Psalm 19:1)

But higher still than star or sun, The glory of Your Only Son— The exact imprint of Your face, The fountain of redeeming grace.

The Son is the radiance of God’s glory and the exact representation of his being… (Hebrews 1:3)

In Him, Your nature is made known, Upon the cross,Your love was shown. The wrath appeased,the veil was torn, For hopeless sinners,lost, forlorn.

And now the Spirit’s holy breath Conquers the power of sin and death. He draws our hearts to seek Your own, And makes Your glory,glory known.

This is the purpose, this the end: On You alone,all things depend. To magnify Your matchless worth, Throughout the heavens and the earth.

For from him and through him and for him are all things. To him be the glory forever! Amen. (Romans 11:36)

So let my life, a fleeting breath, Join in this triumph over death. To echo back the praise You’re due, And glorify my God in You.

Until that day the faith gives way to sight, And we are swallowed up in light. And every knee shall bow and see The God who is,and ever shall be—

Glorified.

Forgive your brother seventy times seven

This is one of the most challenging and transformative commands of Christ, pushing us beyond the limits of human accounting and into the boundless nature of divine grace.

Here is a poem on that radical call to forgiveness.

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The Unbroken Cycle

The arithmetic of the heart Says,“Count the wounds, and keep a chart. To seven times,perhaps be kind, Then justice may leave grace behind.”

But Peter’s question, wise and small, Was met with love that shatters all. A number meant to never cease, A call to an eternal peace.

Then Peter came to Jesus and asked, “Lord, how many times shall I forgive my brother or sister who sins against me? Up to seven times?” Jesus answered, “I tell you, not seven times, but seventy-seven times.” (Matthew 18:21-22)

Not four-hundred and ninety, then be done, But as the waves count,one by one, That crash upon the waiting shore— Forgive,and then forgive once more.

This is the math of Heaven’s realm, Where mercy stands to overwhelm The tally of the wrongs we keep, Awake,asleep, in memories deep.

It is the echo of the plea We offer on bended knee: “Forgive us our debts,as we forgive…” The very terms on which we live.

“For if you forgive other people when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive others their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins.” (Matthew 6:14-15)

So break the chain of my revenge, My bitter thoughts,that seek to avenge. Let not the wound define my soul, But let Your mercy make me whole.

For You have not kept count of me, Upon the cross,You set me free. You canceled an unpayable debt— How can I offer less than that?

So let me not just count to four, And then refuse to forgive more. But let my heart,by grace, be driven To forgive seventy times seven.

First become last and Last become first.

This is one of the most revolutionary and counter-intuitive principles of the Kingdom of God, repeated by Jesus throughout the Gospels. It turns the world's value system utterly upside down.

Here is a poem on this profound paradox.

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The Great Reversal

The world proclaims its certain creed: "To satisfy your every need. Climb to the top,secure your place, Win the relentless,human race."

But from a throne of grace and truth, You spoke a word to shame our youth, To humble pride and dismantle thirst: "The first will be last, and the last will be first." (Matthew 19:30)

This is the economy of Heaven's realm, Where You take the helm,and overwhelm The calculations of the wise, Beneath Your own mysterious skies.

The one who strives to save his name, Will lose the prize he thought to claim. The one who serves unseen,unknown, Will find a seat near Heaven's throne.

For whoever exalts himself will be humbled, and whoever humbles himself will be exalted. (Matthew 23:12)

So let me take the lowest place, And trust completely in Your grace. Not jostling for a higher chair, But free from that consuming care.

Let me be last in line for praise, And walk in quiet,servant ways. To wash the feet,to bear the cost, To love the one that others lost.

For in Your Kingdom, strange and true, The way to lead is to pursue The cross-shaped path,to lose and die— Then find true life,supplied on high.

The first in might will be surpassed By those who simply held on last. The greatest King became the Least— This is the wonder,this the feast.

So I step down, to be raised up. I drink the lowly,offered cup. I choose the back,to be brought near— For in Your reversal,God is here.

Two or more gather i will be in the midst.

That is a powerful promise of Christ, highlighting the sacredness of unity and corporate prayer. It is a testament to His presence among His people.

Here is a poem on that beautiful assurance.

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The Chord of Three

It is not in the lonely hour, Though I may feel Your Spirit's power, That You reserve this promise sweet, For humble souls who choose to meet.

“For where two or three gather in my name, there am I with them.” (Matthew 18:20)

Not just a crowd, a faceless throng, But where two hearts in You belong, And agree as one on what they seek— Your will,Your kingdom, strong, not weak.

A chord of three strands, braced and tight, Cannot be broken in the night. Your presence is the binding tie, As we lift our single cry.

Though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves. A cord of three strands is not quickly broken. (Ecclesiastes 4:12)

It is the harmony of trust, When our own wills are turned to dust. When we align with heaven's song, And to Your purpose,we belong.

This is the ground where miracles stand, Held in the palm of Your command. The key that turns the lock above, Unleashing heaven's hope and love.

“Again, truly I tell you that if two of you on earth agree about anything they ask for, it will be done for them by my Father in heaven.” (Matthew 18:19)

So find me, Lord, in unity, With those who seek You,faithfully. Not just to share a warm embrace, But to contend for truth and grace.

For in the midst of our accord, We meet with You,our risen Lord. The Two or Three,and You make Four— A glimpse of heaven forevermore.

Light and salt of the world

This is the beautiful identity and mission Jesus gave to all His followers—to be active, transformative agents in the world.

Here is a poem on being salt and light.

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For Earth and Sky

You call us not to hide away, To wait secluded for the Day. But to be sent,a chosen kind, With active influence in mind.

“You are the salt of the earth... You are the light of the world.” (Matthew 5:13-14)

The Salt

A grain of salt, so small and white, To guard and flavor,bring what’s right. A hidden presence,working deep, A promise that You mean to keep.

To stop the rot of sin’s decay, To cleanse the wounds along the way. To make this world,in truth, thirst more For the Living Water at its core.

But if the salt should lose its taste, Its purpose gone,a pointless waste. So let me,Lord, retain my zest, Your preserving power,and Your rest.

The Light

A city set upon a hill, Cannot be hidden,stands there still. A lamp is lit to give its glow, Not to be hid—butso to show.

So let my small light truly shine, To prove Your grace and love divine. Not for myself,to draw men’s gaze, But to illuminate Your ways.

“...let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven.” (Matthew 5:16)

Not one grand flash, a blinding beam, But steady,constant, like a gleam That pushes back the dark’s despair, And shows a God who truly cares.

So make me salt, Lord, make me light. To serve the world with all my might. Not from a place of pride or boast, But for the glory of the Host.

To be the flavor of Your grace, The light that shines upon Your face. Until a weary world can see, And turn its heart,O Lord, to Thee.

Carry Our Cross and follow Jesus.

This is the core call of discipleship—a call to surrender, sacrifice, and ultimate glory. It is both a solemn command and a profound invitation.

Here is a poem on taking up the cross.

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The Chosen Yoke

The call is clear, it is not vague; “Deny yourself.”Turn the next page. Forget the path you had in mind, And leave your former hopes behind.

Then Jesus said to his disciples, “Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves and take up their cross and follow me.” (Matthew 16:24)

This cross I’m called to lift and bear Is not a common pain or care. It is the death of my own will, A chosen silence,to be still.

It is the shame the world will give For the surrendered life I’ll live. It is the weight of obedience, My daily,willing penitence.

It is the death of selfish pride, Where my own dreams and desires die. To cleave to Him,though all seems loss, Is to find life upon the cross.

For whoever wants to save their life will lose it, but whoever loses their life for me will find it. (Matthew 16:25)

This is the path: the Via Dolorosa, Not for a moment,but for the whole course of— A daily choice,to say “Yes” to His, And“No” to the siren song of Self.

So help me, Lord, to not refuse The cross You choose for me to use. Not with resentment,dread, or force, But as my freely chosen course.

For I follow a Savior who walked there first, Who drank the cup and quenched its thirst. He bore the weight I could not hold, A story of love that must be told.

I take it up. I cannot see The end of this road You have for me. But I know You,and so I trust Even this cross,to dust… to dust.

Until the dying’s work is done, And the resurrection’s morn is won. For the way of the cross is the way to the crown, And in losing my life,true life is found.

The gates of Hades will not prevail.

That is a declaration of ultimate victory, a promise spoken by Christ that has echoed through the centuries, giving unshakable hope to His Church. It is a truth that stands against every fear and every darkness.

Here is a poem on that mighty promise.

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The Unshakable Rock

The gates of hell, in fury, rage, Assail Your Church through every age. With fear and doubt,and sin's dark tide, They charge the Rock where we abide.

They seem so strong, a fearsome host, To boast and threaten and accost. They wield the sword of death's cold sting, And every evil that they bring.

But hear the word the Savior gave, That still has power to hell to save: "On this Rock I will build my Church,and stand, Andthe gates of Hades will not prevail against it." (Matthew 16:18)

Gates are not weapons, meant to swing, They are defenses'gainst a King. They do not march,they only wait, To guard the prisoners of their state.

But You march forth, O conquering Lord! You wield the Spirit's mighty sword! You storm the darkness,burst the chains, And He who holds the keys remains!

I am the Living One; I was dead, and now look, I am alive for ever and ever! And I hold the keys of death and Hades. (Revelation 1:18)

So let the gates of hell now fear, Their defeat is certain,drawing near. They will not stand,they will not last, Their power is broken,from the past.

For we are built on Christ, the Stone, And we shall not be overthrown. No scheme of hell,no lie, no grave, Can conquer those whom Jesus saves.

The Church will stand. The Light will shine. The victory,O Lord, is Thine.

What point to win the world but lose God in the process.

That is the ultimate question, the starkest calculation of the soul. It cuts through every earthly ambition and asks about eternal value. It is the wisdom of Christ himself.

Here is a poem reflecting on that profound truth.

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The Final Ledger

What profit lies in kingdoms won, Beneath a temporary sun? What gain is found in gold's bright heap, If promises are vain and cheap?

To hold the world within my hand, Yet see my soul like shifting sand— To trade the everlasting Day For shadows that will slip away.

For what will it profit a man if he gains the whole world and forfeits his soul? Or what shall a man give in return for his soul? (Matthew 16:26)

I could possess the praise of all, And stand esteemed,and never fall In mortal eyes—yet lose the gaze Of Him who sets the stars ablaze.

I could be clothed in finest thread, Yet be to truth and spirit dead. I could be filled with richest fare, And find my deepest soul is bare.

For what is given, what is paid? A dreadful,devastating trade. The creature for the Creator lost, A victory that bears eternal cost.

But this the world cannot impart: The peace that mends a broken heart. The grace that washes clean the stain. The hope of life through bitter pain.

Do not love the world or anything in the world. If anyone loves the world, love for the Father is not in them. For everything in the world—the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life—comes not from the Father but from the world. The world and its desires pass away, but whoever does the will of God lives forever. (1 John 2:15-17)

So let me lose the world's vain claim, And treasure most Your holy name. Let every profit count as loss, Compared to glory of the cross.

For to possess the world's whole store, And lose Your presence,is to be poor. But to have You,and nothing of earth— Is to know a wealth of infinite worth.