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22.01.2022 I am not sure where you stand on the end times! I know we are definitely in the middle of them. I love the book of Revelations, but always found it hard to decipher. This is my attempt to make it easier to understand. Seven Trumpets & Seven Seals. It’s the end of times, and where do you stand?...Continue reading

21.01.2022 The COVID 19 virus has effected all of us in some way or another. Whilst away for a couple of weeks, I wrote this. I do believe Satan has orchestrated this disease to attack Christians. If you are a Midnight Oil fan, "silencing the plough" is referencing their song about aboriginals and silencing the slaughter of them 100's of years ago. COVID 19 My heart is damaged, my lungs are broken,... A world pandemic; an evil awoken. No meetings in church, Satan’s delight, People blaming God, which isn’t right! Work places close down, People unemployed, Society’s damaged, public trust destroyed. Social distancing emotionally! Don’t touch any one; clean professionally. Death is prevalent, life seems so cheap, No funeral service, no chance to weep. Where is your God, in times like these? Evil is winning, because of this disease. Asleep in the boat, as the storm front hit, The Sea of Galilee, the storm would not quit. You stood in the boat; prayed, then said Be still The waves became calm; winds obeyed Your will. You are still my God, in the middle of this storm, You knew me back when, before I was formed. You speak to the tempest, surrounding me now, You calm the storm, silencing the plough! Mark. 11th August, 2010 #poems #poetryloft

21.01.2022 A lady I know just terminated a pregnancy, because SHE wasn't ready to be a mother. It effected me, more than I thought it would. This poem speaks about babies and children dying. A Baby Dies! A baby has died, killed by its mother, No empathy, no tears by others.... A loveless union, people having fun, A conceived child, its small life done. A baby died today, no reason it appears, A miscarriage bleed, caused His mother’s tears. A mother’s breast, will not feel your lips, Or a fathers finger; his small hand grips. A baby dies, in the middle of the night, He just stops breathing, no one knows why. Found by his mother, it destroys her heart, A bond of love, right from the start. A small baby dies, he fought so brave, A tiny coffin, placed in a grave. Unsympathetic cancer took his life, Broken parents, left to survive. A baby died today, at 33 years old, On a rugged cross, bleeding and so cold! She cried painful tears, like mother’s today, Her heart was broken, as He passed away. Mark. 17th September, 2020 #poems #poetryloft

20.01.2022 This was from a sermon, preached by Robert Fergusson at Hillsong Church, talking about the Holy Spirit. The Comforter! Darkness surrounds us, evil is everywhere,... God was in the world, though it doesn’t care. He came to save it, to seek out the lost, He made atonement, suffering at the cost. Jesus approached, Jerusalem and wept, The world could not see, nor did they accept. He bought peace, but they failed to see Him, The Word became flesh, but mankind was dim. Salvation offers, reconciliation, God’s spirit given to a lost generation. Jesus walks past, the world cannot see, Short sighted-blindness, sins only guarantee. Are you like the beggar, when Jesus walked by? Who cried louder, to the worlds reply. Have mercy on me! Be quiet said the crowd, He had blind faith; but socially not allowed. One of ten leper’s, returned to thank Him, His future now brighter, it had once looked grim. Jesus’ comfort, offering forgiveness, The leper’s story, a miracle witness. Jesus the comforter, in a World full of pain, His soothing balm, that sin can’t explain. As Jesus walks past, cry out like the blind man, Don’t be silenced: your stories just began. Mark. 11th August, 2020 #poems #poetryloft Notes taken from a sermon by Robert Fergusson.

18.01.2022 God often steps in and changes the trajectory of our life, and always done in love. He does not accept what Satan tells you as a "truth" but over rides his lies with LOVE and TRUTH. This sermon was preached by a young man in our church, telling of his struggle whilst walking God's road - his life! Satan’s Defeat! Satan planned evil, yet God turns it around,... He delivered blessings, and mercies that abound. To restore peace and save many souls, You have nothing to fear, caring is His role. Short term highs, sold me to slavery, Satan’s evil plans, incarcerated me. Bad life choices, brought me to His cross, The perfect God stepped in, when everything seemed lost. As the storm rages, God can use all things, He made me who I am, soaring on His wings. We know, in all things, God works for His good, And to those whose love Him, He does what He should. Life is not perfect, it can often bring pain, What Satan destroys; God sometimes retains. Having faith in God, who never mistreats us, Imprisoned souls, renewing God’s trust. When Evil attacks, God tries to shape me, Embraced in His arms, calmness guaranteed. Restoring the broken, and saving the lost, God’s amour protects; His seal now embossed. No slave mentality, no victims allowed, Whilst beaten savagely: strength as we stand proud. Chained to your doubts, it’s not what surrounds you, But who’s on your side, whose power you renew Shaping your faith, God’s timing is perfect, His Heavenly power, no spiritual neglect. Change your attitude, believe beyond your reach, God’s inheritance, His values you now teach. Mark. 16th August, 2010 Notes from original sermon by Quzon McCarthy #poems #poetryloft

18.01.2022 For years I had to listen to the lies, that I was never good enough: not only from Satan, but from family members too. WELL, God says differently. Jesus said, " I am thr truth" and I now choose to listen to Him, not the world. Satan’s Defeat! Satan planned evil, yet God turns it around,... He delivered blessings, and mercies that abound. To restore peace and save many souls, You have nothing to fear, caring is His role. Short term highs, sold me to slavery, Satan’s evil plans, incarcerated me. Bad life choices, brought me to His cross, The perfect God stepped in, when everything seemed lost. As the storm rages, God can use all things, He made me who I am, soaring on His wings. We know, in all things, God works for His good, And to those whose love Him, He does what He should. Life is not perfect, it can often bring pain, What Satan destroys; God sometimes retains. Having faith in God, who never mistreats us, Imprisoned souls, renewing God’s trust. When Evil attacks, God tries to shape me, Embraced in His arms, calmness guaranteed. Restoring the broken, and saving the lost, God’s amour protects; His seal now embossed. No slave mentality, no victims allowed, Whilst beaten savagely: strength as we stand proud. Chained to your doubts, it’s not what surrounds you, But who’s on your side, whose power you renew Shaping your faith, God’s timing is perfect, His Heavenly power, no spiritual neglect. Change your attitude, believe beyond your reach, God’s inheritance, His values you now teach. Mark. 16th August, 2010 #poems #poetryloft Notes from original sermon by Quzon McCarthy

17.01.2022 This is a poem about LOVE! Not your normal gushy one that a guy would write for a girl, but true love. I wrote this at the local Doctors, whilst waiting to see him. It just poured out from inside. Love.... The perfect man, nailed to the tree, A crucified God for the world to see. The cost of love, cost Him everything, Our willing saviour; loves exiled King His life ebbed away, with arms stretched wide, A thorn gouged forehead: a spear pierced His side. Excruciating pain, but His love endured Submissive love, sins only real cure! He cried out, Why! then took His last breath, The perfect became sin, overcome by death. The curtain tore, God’s love shone through, On that retched cross, man’s love He renewed. Christ’s love so pure, our ransom He paid, A conquering love as He rose from the grave. He stormed Hell’s gates, taking back the keys, A sacrificial love, freeing you and me! God’s act of love, heaven can rejoice, Unrequited love, mankind has a choice. With eternal life, loves job is done, He now sits in heaven saying well done my son. Mark. 22nd July, 2020 #poems #poetryloft

16.01.2022 Listening to a person speak this week about "Sin" they spoke about sin being the major crimes that society condones. The first line is my reply to him, that sin isn't just rape or murder ETC, but little white lies are one of the deadliest. Jesus said, "I am the truth!" Sin. Sin isn’t murder, but murder is sin, An isolated thought, that starts deep within.... I do what is wrong, though I want to do what’s right, And things I should do, I just can’t do: despite! To not do God’s will: the ultimate sin, To live for oneself, the downfall begins. Evil thoughts at heart, desires follow suit, Actions take over: makes Satan’s ripe fruit. Wicked desires, should not be maintained, Wrong thoughts aren’t sin, if they’re not entertained, The seeds of lust, desires evil twin, Cardinal vices: the seven deadly sins. Gluttony and lust, then wrath and pride, Greed, sloth and envy, not easy to hide. Excessive vices, living the good life, They all promote self, causing internal strife. Little white lies, not hurting no one, Your will not Gods, crucifying His son. Self-serving desires, crushed God’s plan, Internal torments, defeating your stand! Doing God’s will, for the wrong reasons, Won’t bring Him joy, no matter the season. Best life results come, from obeying His will, Knowing He’s God: your life becomes still. Sin needs punishment, Jesus paid the way, The cost was His life, your sin-debt paid. Self-centred love, in your sin-soaked soul, Separation from God, is Satan’s goal. Mark 14th September, 2020. # poems #poetryloft #poe

16.01.2022 Pastor Scott Sanga Samways spoke about the lady who tipped perfume over Jesus feet, and then wiped it of with her hair. This poem was written from the notes, I took whilst listening to his insights. Fragrance. Your fragrance is sweet, the aroma you spread,... To two young lovers, King Solomon said. The name of God is, a fragrance so sweet, Captivated, the aroma’s discreet. An alabaster: white, translucent jar, An exotic perfume, from a land so far. An uninvited, female guest arrives, Indignant scorn, from husband and wives. The town harlot; a lady from the street, Her salty tears, raining down on His feet. Her hair dried his feet, as she gently kisses them, With love in His eyes, He did not condemn. Mary gave her all, the jar was broken, Unrepairable, matching her life’s token. She wanted break through, her life was damaged, Living each day, presenting a challenge. The sweet fragrance permeates the room, An exquisite scent; a spicy perfume. God’s aroma is sweet, His rewards in advance Remove life’s bad smells with God’s fragrance. A full year’s wages wasted on His feet, Gold coins in the purse; Judas’ lie complete. Simon was judgemental, arrogant and proud, Liked public opinion, listened to the crowd. The most powerful fragrance was Jesus, More than Mary, Simon and Judas. Jesus’ fragrance; obedience and duty, When our brokenness, repaired brings beauty. Jesus saw deeper, looking into her soul, He saw repentance; forgiveness made her whole. Her fragrance returned, breaking all the rules, An act of worship, intimidating the fools. Mark. 11th August, 2020 #poems #poetryloft

10.01.2022 I wasn't going to post this, but decided you needed an extra, since I have been away from here for so long. I wrote this about a mate, a preacher and one of the first times I heard him speak. He is a dynamo and every opportunity I get to hear him speak is a blessing! Dedicated to our leading pastor of GWS Sydney. The Preacher Man. The Preacher man, giving his all,... A giant of a man, though he’s 5ft tall, He stands in silence: like in reverent prayer, He’s waiting for God: he knows He’ll be there. Collecting his thoughts: wisely choosing his words, A healing balm: for all people’s hurts. A Holy man, he speaks of love, Of a death on a cross: and a God above. His eyes ablaze! words explode from inside, Words of power, his passion he can’t hide. The words he speaks, cutting like a knife, They’re unsuspected: like a thief in the night. Impacting lives, God’s words touches hearts, Delivered with power, mankind’s remorse starts. Tears from heaven, washes away the grief, Resetting their lives, building new beliefs. Quiet in his soul, the preacher man erupts, His words are on fire: nothing interrupts. With humble words, Gods voice penetrates, Breaking people’s hearts, the message resonates. Zealous for God’s heart, the preacher man prays, The Holy Spirit arrived, touching people that day. Many lives restored, completing God’s plan, Heaven touching Earth, with this Preacher man. Mark. 16th June, 2020 #poems #poetryloft

10.01.2022 I LOVE the way Jesus approached and handled the religious leaders in the Bible. This poem speaks about the the day the rich young ruler approached Jesus and asked what must I do to be saved! Religious Leaders. God loves the sinner, but He hates the sin, ... He loves the children; their child-like faith within. God has no tolerance, for arrogance and pride, He’ll put them in their place, His disdain, He cannot hide. The rich young ruler, made Him very sad, Jesus looked inside, seeing wealth made Him mad. The young man, it seems, had kept God’s word since youth, But all his worldly goods, had hidden from him the truth. The Pharisee’s made, a farce of God’s law, Their rituals required, made people withdraw. An isolated God; a God who allowed strife, Then Jesus said, I’m the way, the truth and the life. The Sadducee's spoke fear, there’s no resurrection, You only get ONE life; God requires perfection. The rulers of the law; the religious scholars, Would argue all day; like righteous robbers. So, live a righteous life, live by God’s own creed, Care for those who are poor, and don’t give into greed. Jesus’ sacrifice, on the cross He died, Sinners rejoiced, whilst Christians cried. Make peace with Jesus, the comfort He brings, God’s mercies so great, angelic choirs sing. So, don’t be a rich young ruler, or a Sadducee, Don’t disappoint God, like the Pharisees. Mark. 18th August, 2010 #poems #poetryloft

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04.01.2022 The Bible says that life is a race, to run it diligently and resisting temptation. This poem speaks of this: So, On Your Marks, Get Set and Go! On Your Marks. Leave your temptations, and run with vigour,... The race before you; as the hurdles get bigger. Looking to Jesus, the author of our beliefs, Who endured the cross; experiencing grief. It’s so important to run your own race, Finishing strongly, no matter what place. So, live your life, abundant and rich, Running with wisdom, avoiding a stitch. Good preparation, will bring endurance, Shallow, laboured breath; robs perseverance. Difficult times, causes muscles to strain, Be prepared to run; every day start again. Endurance races, starts with your worship, Bulk up with praise as your spiritual fat strips. Accept the challenge, don’t blame others, Run your race wisely, displaying your colours. Standing idle or still, will not complete the race, Don’t compete with friends; run the course with grace. Your main focus is, to see the finish line, Endurance is the key, no matter what the time. Wisdom whilst you run, gives you endurance, Stamina to go on; your glory to advance! Any unforgiveness, will make your legs weak, Character defects, will kill your race technique. As the race gets harder, many will retire, The extra weight of life, will quench their soul’s fire. Not a downhill track, the terrain can take its toll, Beware of obstacles, obstructing your goal. Running a pure race, grows your character, Morals and values, are good life factors. Jesus the pioneer and perfecter of our faith, Strip down, start running, and never quit the race. Mark. 13th August, 2020 #poems #poetryloft

02.01.2022 I have been watching a series of talks on Youtube with Amir Tsarfati and God prompted me to post this again, since we are in the end times. Seven Trumpets And Seven Seals. It’s the end of times, and where do you stand?...Continue reading