Herald – Christ a poet

Back too Back to writing
Antidifficulting
When I’m underground, that’s the Gospel Terra biting
Sing it to the youth, let them see the love of Christ. Hmmm

Sorry but the business is the good news
Sold it in media files, prayers and worn shoes

But don’t worry it’s unlimited
Jerry said
What God cannot do does not exist
What he said
What God cannot do never reared it’s head
Never was it read

Come and eat the Life
Distribute it to the poor and rich
There’ll be a delete and The Lord has an extended invite
Please write
To the churches of eyes, ears and “these days”
The “which ways” The Lord says
I won’t wait forever
And you are mine forever

So choose my safety over those with more forever than you
If I haven’t been saving you, where would your pride be or do?
Any who
Come home before you can’t cry anymore
Before the monsters after the flood begin their culling
And the firmament is rolled away
And horror robs you of your children
And your wealth
And your kin
And your neighbor
And your voice

Godzniel
©2026

Far away
Away as the waters that once finds its dwelling at shore

How far is far
Are you talking about endless oceans or a stary sky?

I have lost my rhythm at the sound of the endless ocean
Scared to trace the pathway
Which I once trusted as the Broadway

The way to the Broadway can be deceptive
But we are receptive to the leading of the rhythm within
The one that leads to the path of life

The path of life
The crown of eternity
Grizzled with Gold and emerald
Joining the Herald
The cherubs and seraphs in the song of redemption

The very redemption that liberates
The one that exposes me to my strengths
The joy is unending
This song ushers me to rivers of living water

Most times I hear more about angels singing
But poetry is hardly talked about
Does the angel write?
Is poetry their kind?

If they ever wrote I wonder what colour the words displayed
But I think to myself, if Christ is a poet then maybe their is a trace that leaves clues

Maybe they write in blue
Or green, or pink,
No, I think golden, because of the golden scroll
Maybe not
Maybe black or brown or no color
Maybe their ways is a mystery to unravel

I think a greater mystery to unravel is the way they study their master through us, the chosen once, the once who have given themselves to the Word

It teaches me the true way of a living master
That conquered me in my rebellion
Adonai
That divided the river Nile

The Niles hear and see
They are receptive to the masters voice
Same way they can be with ours
Cause the signet has been placed on us