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Our Hope

From the hearts of mankind
Come the truths of his humanity
The depravity of souls embracing evil
Their own voices stands within them and cries,
“This is who I truly am!”

What we hold as evidence can crash instantly,
It matters not if rich or poor or which university
They attended or didn’t attend
Or of their dreams which flies or dies.
In their heart they’re who they are.

Not any of them unredeemable
If they choose to repent and change
But some are evil wrapped in flesh
The more they gourge the more they grow
And like weeds choke out others good.

Hope does exist in this citizenship
For choice is within each one’s range
In the smallest sliver of an opening
The love of God does beckon and glow
Hence He remains the redemption of all man.

The Holocaust, genocide, slavery
Wars and other atrocities we can’t forget exist
These acts wave flags of remembrance
Beware! Witness evil out-of-control
And plea for salvation not revenge.

There is no true peace in an eye-for-an-eye
Or a value that can be assigned
As whose life is more important
God should decide each man’s lifespan
For He is man’s truest Friend.
                    d.f.a.v.  1/27/15
“For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.”      John 3:16 NIV

“But whoever lives by the truth comes into the light, so that it may be seen plainly that what he has done has been done through God.”     John 3:21 NIV


Satan’s Mistake


Dark had entrenched around Light
Evil hollered with wicked glee
Long he’d planned for this moment
Since Heaven he’d been forced to flee.

Demons circled, swirled about Golgotha
Passing from one hardened heart to the next
Others might dare to claim what happened
Satan laughed ’cause he wrote the text.

Satan sat haughty in triumph
Victory surely at last belonged to Him
There was no hope for God’s creation
It had flickered, it had died, not merely dim.

He watched the grave swallow the body
Bound by death clothes in the tomb
No hope of survival, nor of revival
A cold dead body in earth’s womb.

I’ve won, Satan believed in triumph
Jesus was dead by his design
Evil knew success for a moment
But doubt began to edge in his mind.

He realized too late his mistakes
There was no undoing the deeds he’d done
Satan moaned and belittled himself
Who had won when he killed God’s Son?

Three days he’d have to wait now
Three days for victory to be sure
He’d see it through to prove he was best
Surely from death there was no cure?
               d.f.a.v. 4-18-14
“It’s Friday…but Sunday’s coming…”