What a blessing it would be

as a joint heir with thee,

sharing the Father's affection

for the numerous days of eternity!

What a honor you've bestowed upon me

as a joint heir with thee,

being adopted by the universal King

and connected to the divine, family tree.

What a grand responsibility

as a joint heir with thee,

proclaiming your name and love

to the World's expanse of humanity.

Avoiding Hell?

Have you sealed your fate

with the rejection of Him?

Accept Christ now

before your life wears thin.

For in permanent separation

there's no God or peace -

Only continual torment and anguish

without any comfort or release.

Alone in the dark

as fallen angels without light,

you too will become a demon creature

lacking hope of spiritual sight.

Forget about Purgatory,

but make a decision today -

avoiding Hell can be done,

for Christ is the Life, Truth and Way.

And Yet His Hand...

Despite the trials of this earthly world

and the continued foolishness of men,

God wants His Principles completely unfurled -

For He loves His Children, while hating sin.

His anger is not turned away

and yet His Hand is outstretched still.

Our Salvation awaits its appointed day

with the meshing of our spirits to His Will.

As long as we continue to breathe,

there's Hope for us to loving cleave;

He's promised that His Spirit will never leave -

So open your heart now... and simply believe.

Today's Great Undead Poets

Today's great undead poets,

awash in the internet sea,

seek to fill the void of sensible emptiness

of our cyberspace world.

Following the heroic tradition of Man,

these daring individuals look to gain acceptance

through the expression of concepts.

Mirroring the virility and vitality of Life,

in defiance of critical naysayers,

the blankness of virtual paper

is scribbled upon with hurt, hope and ideals.

Writing styles and topics,

whether expressed in romanticized language

or the coarseness of profanity,

are brilliantly reflected in individualized glory

and authors bask in the personal satisfaction of achievement. In the ever continuing flow of poetic thought, today's great undead poets find treasures in the discovery of self.

The Cross, Stark and Still

Into the depths of untold depravity,

a perfect creation had fallen away;

unimagined grace poured out from our God above -

As His Hand of wrath was firmly stayed.

The Cross, stark and still, standing upon a naked hill... subtly calls for the World's attention.

Since the dawn of everlasting time,

our Savior awaited His appointed day;

despite humanity's race to certain doom -

His Hand of wrath was intentionally stayed.

The Cross, stark and still, standing upon a naked hill... continues to demonstrate His gift of Salvation.

The twinkling stars danced across the midnight blue

as songs arose from the angelic array;

quietly the Messianic babe in a manger lay -

As His Hand of wrath was lovingly stayed.

The Cross, stark and still, standing upon a naked hill... serves as a testament of Love's perfection.

A carpenter's son? He's just a man!

His godly claim on earth displayed

had believers searching for purest faith -

His Hand of wrath was securely stayed.

The Cross, stark and still, standing upon a naked hill... reminds that our debt was paid for sin's violation.

In the face of false accusations,

Christ held His tongue to Pilate's dismay,

for God's plan played out for all to see -

As His Hand of wrath was purposely stayed.

The Cross, stark and still, standing upon a naked hill...