Christian Poetry by Robert William Haddock

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Fuel for the Bright Flame

He pours out more than i ever could catch

lazily from death my hide did He snatch

i have much work on this planet to do

songs to be sung to help others get through

shine just as bright as He wants me to glow

if called to task to the mat i will go

not with my strength do i do any good

all my best efforts burn up like dry wood

only when i drop my pride and my pain

is there ability for me to gain

fuel for my flame is the Blood the He shed

only through Grace is my Heart to His wed

i'm not alone though nobody is here

insults are shouted but i will not fear

He is the Judge and He calls all the shots

He Loves us all though we're all just cracked pots

that's not a problem for He who slew death

now He does offer His Life-giving breath

all who accept it are sculpted and Healed

off of the dead tree our branch will be peeled

grafted to His trunk so healthy and full

at which point our Life He will not annul

We have Abundance and Peace in the storm

We will stick out cuz we're not like the norm

many will hate Us and murder Our sons

cause Us to jump and sprint arduous runs

that's just Our work here on Earth in His Name

can't be His Servant and play the world's game

we must decide who our Master will be

he who enslaves or the Christ who sets Free.

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Application for Golden Lampstand as Prophesied by John

make me be Your Lampstand wearing

sackcloth in the street

i can holler Truth cuz You'll

protect me from defeat

forty-two full months they cry

before a beast makes war

on the Lampstands crushes them and

what is it all for

i'm not sure but may Your Glory

spread throughout the land

may Your Truths be Prophesied through

me as i do stand

bright and ready for Your Call

whatever i must do

you're my Life and Sustenance cuz

all Good comes from You.

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Distracted to Death

John and Isaiah and Daniel agree

we must defend from distractions to See

Earth toys have swallowed the psyche of man

don't we push vanity far as we can

day after day we burn fuel in our car

counting up bodies of soldiers afar

gathering riches from far away lands

thieving their resource we clutch in our hands

children are piled in heaps where they die

ghettos of scrap metal shacks where they lie

we are so Blessed and our toys can be used

for proper reasons but will be abused

we must be Thankful fulfilling our needs

not go on stockpiling mountains of feed

that which we claim is what other's could use

but we insist the stuff's our rightful dues

maybe it is so then Bless all your friends

at some point our narcissism will end

back into dust from which we did arise

what are the Truths that are read in your eyes

hold if you wish all your boxes and toys

soon they'll be gone with no Hope for more joys

or we can turn off the phone and TV

that way we'll Hear what He says and we'll See

how evil cranks up its volume these days

darkness distracts from His Light in these ways

our Father speaks but we must pique our Ears

He has assured us we're Free from all fears

if we will focus on His point of view

only His voice is decidedly True.

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Fresh Out of the Box

hairy out there but i'll give it a shave

cowardly violence enhancing the grave

darkness in eyeballs and mud in the Heart

of social intrigue i do not take part

chit chat disgusts me like dreary head games

not sure why people have distinctive names

averaging down to a miser of thought

fettered by nonsense are those who have bought

lives of convenience at ludicrous speeds

overfulfilling with overflown needs

but i have learned that the Light can wipe out

with just a flash of Truth we slaughter doubt

Life has Authority over all death

dust of Earth chokes while He is our breath

eyes to the skies where i lift up my cries

though i am challenged to God i'm a prize

that's my Security which does protect

the only reason my Soul does reject

bait upon hooks that if snatched pull me down

i am the action verb He is the noun

We make a sentence and that is my Goal

can't climb the mountain by digging a hole

darkness descends but His Children arise

slowly Refining with Ears and with Eyes

to see His beauty and hear what He speaks

stand tall so i receive that which He leaks

down to this place that i cannot call Home

maybe for many more years i must roam

i didn't sacrifice myself to Love

just to ignore when He calls from Above

i stand on tiptoes and pique all my sense

struggle did i to get off of the fence

suffered for years as a slave in a box

imprisoned by my own family that mocks

torturous backlashes still do ensue

Heart and my mind Soul and strength is for You

You fill my Spirit each day with Your Grace

over the scars You paint Joy on my face

You have renewed the years locusts destroyed

infused my Heart with new Life You've deployed

straight from Your Mercy to keep me afloat

within harsh waters You're my buoyant boat

sail will We onward fulfilling Your plan

You are the God of this freshly Freed man

don't have a reason for bitterness now

Your yoke is Light and You will not allow

evil to overwhelm what must be done

surely two thousand years back You have Won

death has no hold on the ones who do choose

You as their Source so i know i won't lose.

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Consolidated Proverbs

Faith's not deciduous Love never fails

from above is Graced the wind in our sails

pride is the fuel for the violence we know

straight to destruction the wide path does go

simple decisions each moment is Life

blame all we will but we choose our own strife

know a man not by his words but his deeds

by his agenda the flatterer leads

ten tons of lies topped by one flake of Truth

teach the young Righteous ways well in their youth

that way upon the Good path they will stay

when storms do come they won't get blown away.

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Revelation 9:1-12

then the fifth Angel his trumpet he blew

right when a star from the heavens it flew

down to the Earth and was given the keys

opening gates that lead into Hades

smoke rose and filled up the sky from the shaft

darkened the globe from the hellish updraft

out of the smoke countless locusts appear

those with God's Seal will have nothing to fear

green fields and grass and the trees were untouched

those without God's Seal when stung were then clutched

by awful sickness inducing much pain

that didn't kill but would drive one insane

victims sought death but their efforts were vain

death from them fled so that none could attain

five months the locusts plague those with no Seal

no way for victims their pain to repeal

not from this Earth such an insect you'll find

dressed like war horses that hunt down mankind

on their heads something like gold crowns they wear

faces like men wearing women's long hair

breastplates protected their chests and their tails

one sting and five long months torture prevails

ominous locusts you'd hear them approach

as horse drawn chariots battles encroach

led by the Angel that lords the Abyss

known as Abaddon a dark nemesis

this is the first Woe with two more to come

to which those without God's Seal will succumb.

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Revelation 8:1-13

when the seventh Seal was broken

silence hushed all sound

not a peep for thirty minutes

anywhere was found

then i saw the seven Angels

facing toward God's Throne

they were given seven trumpets

soon which would be blown

then another Angel with a

censer made of gold

he was given incense for the

censer he did hold

smoke rose up the smell was sweet of

prayers Saints have prayed

fire from the Altar in the

censer then was laid

cast upon the Earth the thunder

made a mighty sound

lightning struck and earthquakes shook and

split apart the ground

now the seven Angels with their

trumpets made to blow

usher in the cataclysmic

Prophecies of woe

trumpet blast from Angel one called

fire blood and hail

one third of the Earth consumed as 

firestorms prevail

trumpet blast from Angel two cast

fire in the sea

one third turned to blood and killed one

fish for every three

trumpet blast from Angel three 

released as flaming star

souring a third of drinking

water near and far

Wormwood is the name of this most

acrid poison death

all who drink envenomed waters

soon are without breath

trumpet blast from Angel four it

struck the Moon and Sun

one third of their light and one third

of the stars were done

light refused to shine for one third

night and one third day

then i heard an Eagle

overhead begin to say

"woe to those who live on Earth for

the remaining three

Angel trumpets now to call

destruction that will be.

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