In shadows deep, where truth once shone,
A voice now whispers, cold as stone.
It speaks of light, yet casts a pall,
A serpent’s tongue to tempt and call.
With silver words and eyes so bright,
It paints the dark as holy light.
It bends the laws, it twists the creed,
It feeds the weak with poisoned seed.
The world applauds, the masses cheer,
Deaf to warnings, blind to fear.
They bow before a hollow name,
And worship sin without the shame.
But high above, the heavens sigh,
A watching God with weary eye.
His voice like thunder shakes the land,
Yet few will rise, or take a stand.
“You’ve been warned!” He roars in pain,
“Yet still you walk the path insane!
You trade my truth for painted lies,
And bind your souls where darkness thrives!”
The prophet stands with head held high,
With promises that twist and lie.
He peddles peace, but seeds despair,
A shepherd false with vacant stare.
The world he shapes, a gilded cage,
Where virtue dies and rots with age.
The children mock their fathers’ ways,
And drown in self-consuming praise.
The faithful few, they fight, they weep,
They know the wolf now roams the sheep.
They cry to God, “Oh, cleanse this land!”
Yet chains are forged by human hands.
The signs were there, the warnings plain,
The blood of truth was spilled in vain.
The beast now speaks, its time is near,
Yet men embrace what they should fear.
Upon His throne, God shakes His head,
A tear falls where the martyrs bled.
His voice resounds, “You’ve made your choice,
Now face the weight, now hear the voice!”
The skies will tear, the earth will groan,
As heaven reclaims its rightful throne.
For all who bowed and kissed the beast,
Shall find no mercy, none released.
The world shall wail, the false shall burn,
And those who laughed shall soon discern—
That fleeting wealth, and hollow might,
Were dust before eternal light.
But still the faithful hold their ground,
Through fire, flood, through death unbound.
For they have heard, for they have known,
The True King reigns upon His throne.
So stand, O warrior, lift your blade,
Let not your heart grow faint or fade.
For though the false may rule the night,
The dawn will break with Heaven’s might.
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Thank you for this excellent poem, John. Believers have so many words of comfort during times described in your poem. I look forward to this day:
21 “Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth; for the first heaven and the first earth passed away, and there is no longer any sea. 2 And I saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, made ready as a bride adorned for her husband. 3 And I heard a loud voice from the throne, saying, “Behold, the tabernacle of God is among men, and He will dwell among them, and they shall be His people, and God Himself will be among them, 4 and He will wipe away every tear from their eyes; and there will no longer be any death; there will no longer be any mourning, or crying, or pain; the first things have passed away.”
Thank you very much, Chris! That passage is one of the most powerful promises in Scripture—a reminder that no matter how dark things may seem, God’s ultimate plan is one of renewal, restoration, and everlasting peace. The hope of the new heaven and new earth gives us strength to endure and stand firm in faith. He is always with us, and His justice and love will prevail. I truly appreciate your words, and I hope you have a great night! 🙏😎
You’re welcome, John, and thank you for your comment and kind words. I hope you have a great day!
You’re very welcome, Chris! 😎
Powerful and haunting, John. Your words echo the urgency of truth and the strength of unwavering faith. May we all stand firm, knowing the dawn of God’s justice is coming. 🙏💫
Thank you very much, Willie! Your words hold just as much power—standing firm in truth and faith is more important now than ever. The darkness may grow, but God’s justice is never far behind. May we all remain steadfast, knowing His light will break through. 🙏😎