Song of Christmas

Singers, and poets, minstrel’s and friends

Composing those choruses loved by all men

Lift up your voices and sing once again

For Jesus our Savior born in Bethlehem.

For songs by the thousands could never express

The gratitude felt by those heavenly blessed

For ‘way in a manger with straw for a throne

The God of the Universe makes His abode.



Oh the soul’s long self-dismay

From the guilt and bitter shame

With lifted eyes toward the cross

And to Him who paid the cost

Feel forgiveness by the name

Jesus Christ the Lord has saved

And redeemed you from your chains

Lifted dead men from their graves-

So rest eternal in His care

Grace unmerited is there.

Awesome, mighty, just and kind

King of Kings, God of my life.


Ah fearful vengeance hasting toward this mortal soul
thrusting heinous worries forward as if silent deadly swords
except me from, I ask of thee, that long awaited fate
deny me not my last request before it is too late.

Those nobles’ visage on display in purple splendor be
naught but remnants of the life once evidenced in me
alas though as a fearful terror of night brought into day
they in becoming what I’ve not now mock me in disdain

So cast me out upon the seas of dark and deadly waves
leave my soul to wander lest I plague those who’ll remain
Scorn my presence from afar, denounce me while I roam
Forms and figures once called friends set watch over your homes

This last identity I find remorsefully inside
for twas the one which I had fought until it snared my life
I’d ask for your forgiveness as the storms come rolling in
but diseases from such noxious traits deserve the end their given

So as this guilty sinner spreads his thoughts upon the seas
I know that there is nothing more that men can do for me.
Fearful vengeance swift and true make haste to find your mark
allow me to abide no more with black and calloused heart.

Vindicate the world which has so long held scorn for me
and curse me with the plagues which fester in visceral fury
Curse the heart which curses God and punish what remains
for life’s existence bodes eternal evidence of shame.

And as these words escape my soul in ranks upon the page
I now attempt to stay their flow lest secrets held escape
diligent reader ascertain the fiction and the prose
And through the light of truth discern what iron pen composed

End this abhorred nightmare bliss of eloquence disclosed.

This Bitter War

Hold fast and faint not- ever claim

The truth of those who walk by faith.

When hope has turned to something more

This life won’t hold me as before

Reclaim that veil which has been draped

Upon these eyes which walk by faith

And purify what still remains

Before their cause is lost and vain.

The bane of my existence lies

In dreams that curse with piercing eyes

But lift the light to guide the way

To all those lives who walk by faith

And I will see the vanity

Of dreams that shine but broken be.

Shattered, broken, gleaming light

Lifting dawn and breaking night!

To those recipients in line

Who walk by faith and not by sight

Hold fast, and yet hold faster till

The wrath of fury’s cup is filled!

Take heart, lift up those feeble hands

Shout out your voice to this dry land!

Remember why you are the called

Do not rebel lest then you fall!

Withdraw your gaze from Satan’s game

Lift up and fight! Fight in God’s name!

Vengeance! Vengeance! For those lost!

Those who’ll pay the final cost!

Bloodied from a billion blows

But sullied not by mortal foes!

Cry havoc! Havoc our bleeding cry

Twisted are truths we can’t deny!

Oh you who wander without aim

Join our cause and fight this plague

Which steals inside the souls of men

And buries them through endless  sin.

Oh you who care not for your life

Look to the cross and then ask why!

Life and love were sacrificed

And yet you wish to take your life.

Mortal man and demon same

Bow the knee and yield in shame

Before the might of who remains

after the earth’s engulfed in flames.

Awaken me from this dark night

Take my hand and lead my flight

Towards that peaceful distant shore

Where those who’ve battled long before

Now sit in rest and watch over

The rest who must still fight this war-

But not before I’ve filled my days

As one who fights and lives by faith.


The final poem in my ‘God is Dead’ series.
You can read the first two here, and here if you’d like.

Just a note concerning ‘Unbelief‘- It is very dark. Probably the darkest I’ve written but I believe it fits the nature of the subject very well. If you’re looking for a light-hearted poem, however- Pass on.

~ Unbelief ~
They killed another man today
Actually they killed three
Another pointless waste of life
Another useless day and night

He told them that he was a god-
If that were true than how could God
Have died in such a gruesome way?
Gross, pathetic, tragedy.

Hear the devils minions cry
Hear the weary widows sigh
“God is dead! God is Dead!”
Oh the nonsense that is said-

“God is dead! God is dead!”
Hideous souls are filled with dread.
Pitiful and weak their plight
Insisting that a god gives life.

‘God merciful. God the just
God the wonderful who must
Love all men-‘ Yet man still dies
And e’en the god-man lost his life

So tell this cynic what you’ve seen
That demonstrates you should believe?
God is dead but suns and stars
Still flow by while broken hearts

Obsessed by some divine nature
mourn his death but still won’t turn!
“God is dead!” Your god is dead!
Rather mourn that you still live!

For if indeed your God is dead
Than of men- as has been said
You are the most pitiful lot-
Your God is dead and you are not.