Global struggle: A Limbo
as the mental spy capture the whole world today
the shadow of hell, installed in a most sophisticated
hunger of wealth and power lives in every hearts
that call
wish you come not in my midst, you who have
adopted in the subculture of our soul, regenerate
into our thirst to be the sole warrior of my
satisfaction, who empowered me the wave of control
amongst others
where can I go, where you had plan the path of my
destruction, where should I stay, where everything
has comes to dissolve like water in the stream
of fire leaving its poison mind, to adapt of what its
not the clings of my hunger
is it not why I am called the Khitan nation whom the
past, slept with other conquerors, I live today and
see almost the future, a nation that the mighty
dragon awake, pursue not my might and abuse my
flawless, the people of the new world may
stumble, for I counted even the smallest dust in your
forehead
let my special token; the Ginseng root, the great
warrior of the temple of Shaolin and the mighty
Samurai of the past has come to settle every
centuries and now had scant each wisdom of your
curiosity reminds and hold you to pen every hurt
you throw
the clouds is almost to rain and the rock is due to
fall, while the ocean still calm, may the darkness of the
sky be blown into our hearts and souls that fire leaves
nothing save in the face of the earth
“this poem is dedicated to China, Korean Peninsula and
Japan, whose economic recession engulf by treacherous
sabotage of artificial global chaos”
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gossiping God's wisdom
have always faith in our heart and everything will be
answer, even in the very smallest question hidden in our
soul my God can explain pieces by pieces and all our
minds will be at peace
the fulfillment of the chamber of doubt, will be uncovered
for my God is a God of eternity; his knowledge is beyond
compare, the wisdom foretold is always reachable to those
who always believed that He is the mighty One in the
universe we live
the sign of the time has reveals, so why worry, as the
Ozone layer comes to melt the North Pole ice, the rings
of fire sprouted like Lilies, the tsunami conquers the ocean,
the global warming hand in hand close encounter, with the
global economic recession
a false prophet with their false prophecies gambles always
in day to days lives, that’s all, that what makes life crazy
and lazy to live and go what is the normal activities
requires, has faith losses its taste, where the countless
of skies falls down to the ground and turn away there galaxy
oh! man who always believe not of God, leaves this world
without a trace, breath air without inhaling and always
turn back God's wisdom has conquer man's wisdom and
ends to be a fool, the master of creation have made this
world perfect and has built this house of the universe more
strong, and excellent for mankind to live till beyond life
everlasting
let not your soul lost its eyes to capture the meaning of
God's omnipotent power for his strength and omnipresence
lives in every heart of the universe, He always be there
in the midst of our faith that entangle always by our soul
trust even if other doubt and believe even if other dismay
your faith and be proud that you have a God that holds you
in the life to come
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Warrior, Mind and Soul
come to think of it...
my head is tilted toward and against
breaking the wall of enmity, chatting with mighty warrior
victory has come to stay...
i cannot be a slave to the soul that weak, crawling, no not me
i will show my trophy to the simple soul, but the warrior
rejoice with me.
travel in thick darkness, fear nothing but the flies the can touch and reach me soul and mind because strength come within
i cannot stay here any more, lofty in the air ready to fly
because even warrior and the mighty have gone to sleep
rule my world among the simple..
sleep sleep sleep they said but...
no soldier sleep not in the battle unless is ready to be sacrificed inn the shire... yes winner wins and loser lose
all in the shadow of illusion... fear cast away standing
on the hill and say
victory! victory! victory.. to the mind and soul of the warrior
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Malayan Race
past a centuries live, thousands and millions of
different races, from the mountainous ranges to the
splendid nature landscape that curtain the virgin forest
as the wild animals of the jungle lives with high sea, facing
the magnificent horizon of majestic beauty of creation, comes
the birth of the continent of Asia, the endless treasure of man's
dream of living in the most luxury paradise of blessing and a land
with full of earthly blessing
Pacific blue ocean washes its marvelous wave to the
wandering seashore of promises amongst Conqueror and
Conquistadores of the west, the alluring beauty envy the hungry
visionaries of interest, offering the night of thieves, the treasure
that can't be taken, where bloods bath the crystal water of the bladed
swords, guns and canon from the window of the smelled balls of canon
of boats and garrison, portly to defend the angry and thirsty barbarian of
unwanted visitor and demonic race of the past
millions come stand the waving hands of fear, foot
with different shield to defend the mighty power with
no fear, the hope to survive, forwarding only the strength
of the heart, where the soul lies the sting of death, never been
conquer and surrender the hour of believing that not the mighty
force of the east, can't stop the sunset to hold the glamour of the heart
to live, beyond the blood of any fear amongst nation of warrior of fighters
to hold until death comes in the most waited
feature lives every spirit of men from the mountainous
hills and river, down to the great sea pads of the high sea,
unified to stand and defend the given land; a gift beyond gift
of live of creation, as every memories lingers in each hearts the
Malayan races have witness and conquer every trial of souls in
our continent
live and stand with us, the heart is full and the brave
spirit lives in our dominion, the Malayan rise comes to
existence for peace, and unity amongst neighboring nation, but
fight to the end with a victor of blood lives in every sword that stands
harmony the Malayan race salute, the forever of our
heart and the blood of our freedom....... never been defeated
but a conqueror of every fight in every land.....long live the Malayan
race
' this poem is dedicated to the Malay Race '
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A hidden power of a Leader
you may have an eye of a Dragon, claws of
an eagle and teeth of a serpent, all of this
might be the reason why, many have come to
you and vow their heads to a mighty leaders
who say and made it done
your words heard like a little god, who’s angelic
faces turn into a monster shadow, roaring to
the sky and wish to conquer the universe, in a
blink of an eye your royalty pass in the dungeon
of hell, and even the demons hold there breathe,
as you leave bulls of fire, sprinkling like droplets
of water goggling every soul to catch your brilliant
eye, the wonder of your power, where everyone
has to see
you have all this power; you have all this wonder,
they have seen all these mighty deeds, no one can
surpassed only one thing they witness, is your
heart that you posses, who will bring and lead them
in their search of what is the truth of life, the dream
that lives beyond time
live and conquer their hearts and leave your soul,
a powerful ladder you brought into their step, the
doorway into this beautiful and wonderful world
to live......emulate your shinny star my friend
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The Looming Darkness
let not your thought poison the dream of this world, all are
just a vision to picks in the midst air, like a poison in the
running water in the wilderness of the Abbey's
be a kindling spark that push you, in the sky beneath, the
darkness of illusive beauty, that tells the horizon of what is
crystal clear in your heart and in your soul
the fire that kept on burning, beyond human feeling, turn
everyone's heart to know not the meaning of darkness, this
will be the dawn of unending lost of what is tomorrow
a moment of once, a good beginning lost in the avenue of
heaven's home, like spreading a wildfire in the, wilderness
at the Hades of a thirsting soul
the solemnity of thy precious soul, lives in the prayer of
every pious heart, to come and listen the wisdom of the
ancient path of knowing of who we are in the eyes of God
in us, everything is there to reach and in us everything can be
restored, just a breath of calm heart of love, the wind that
blows the angry heart will conquer the wind of hatred
Gaza is Gaza and Israel is Israel, let not our hearts take to
change the existence of our dear lives, may peace enkindled
in our own hearts
everyone is strong to fight to the death, and everybody is to
weak, to accept what is love, forgiveness, and humility that
each one is love by the God of ABRAHAM
let the prophets teaching shine in every hearts and the wisdom
of David finds the way to learn the teaching of Salvation, may
this humble pen lives in our hearts
' this poem is dedicated to the lives, of our dear brother and
sister who died innocently in Gaza and Israel war '
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Mater Dolorosa
Who is this that sits by the way, by the wild wayside,
In a rent stained raiment, the robe of a cast-off bride,
In the dust, in the rainfall sitting, with soiled feet bare,
With the night for a garment upon her, with torn wet hair?
She is fairer of face than the daughters of men, and her eyes,
Worn through with her tears, are deep as the depth of skies.
This is she for whose sake being fallen, for whose abject sake,
Earth groans in the blackness of darkness, and men's hearts break.
This is she for whose love, having seen her, the men that were
Poured life out as water, and shed their souls upon air.
This is she for whose glory their years were counted as foam;
Whose face was a light upon Greece, was a fire upon Rome.
Is it now not surely a vain thing, a foolish and vain,
To sit down by her, mourn to her, serve her, partake in the pain?
She is grey with the dust of time on his manifold ways,
Where her faint feet stumble and falter through year-long days.
Shall she help us at all, O fools, give fruit or give fame,
Who herself is a name despised, a rejected name?
We have not served her for guerdon. If any do so,
That his mouth may be sweet with such honey, we care not to know.
We have drunk from a wine-unsweetened, a perilous cup,
A draught very bitter. The kings of the earth stood up,
And the rulers took counsel together, to smite her and slay;
And the blood of her wounds is given us to drink today.
Can these bones live? or the leaves that are dead leaves bud?
Or the dead blood drawn from her veins be in your veins blood?
Will ye gather up water again that was drawn and shed?
In the blood is the life of the veins, and her veins are dead.
For the lives that are over are over, and past things past;
She had her day, and it is not; was first, and is last.
Is it nothing unto you then, all ye that pass by,
If her breath be left in her lips, if she live now or die?
Behold now, O people, and say if she be not fair,
Whom your fathers followed to find her, with praise and prayer,
And rejoiced, having found her, though roof they had none nor bread;
But ye care not; what is it to you if her day be dead?
It was well with our fathers; their sound was in all men's lands;
There was fire in their hearts, and the hunger of fight in their
hands.
Naked and strong they went forth in her strength like flame,
For her love's and her name's sake of old, her republican name.
But their children, by kings made quiet, by priests made wise,
Love better the heat of their hearths than the light of her eyes.
Are they children of these thy children indeed, who have sold,
O golden goddess, the light of thy face for gold?
Are they sons indeed of the sons of thy dayspring of hope,
Whose lives are in fief of an emperor, whose souls of a Pope?
Hide then thine head, O beloved; thy time is done;
Thy kingdom is broken in heaven, and blind thy sun.
What sleep is upon you, to dream she indeed shall rise,
When the hopes are dead in her heart as the tears in her eyes?
If ye sing of her dead, will she stir? if ye weep for her, weep?
Come away now, leave her; what hath she to do but sleep?
But ye that mourn are alive, and have years to be;
And life is good, and the world is wiser than we.
Yea, wise is the world and mighty, with years to give,
And years to promise; but how long now shall it live?
And foolish and poor is faith, and her ways are bare,
Till she find the way of the sun, and the morning air.
In that hour shall this dead face shine as the face of the sun,
And the soul of man and her soul and the world's be one.
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The Earth Shook And The Sea Roared
It reached 8.9 on the Richter scale
and the hearts of men began to fail.
They predicted a huge Tsunami
a great tidal wave rising from the sea.
As the gruesome images were displayed
all across the world many people prayed
and for hours waited with baited breath
for the great onslaught that would lead to death.
Watching and waiting for the wave to break
leaving mass destruction in its wake
it moved on to where Matthew was based
a small island that in its path was placed.
We stood in awe and waited as we prayed
hoping God's great mercy would be displayed.
Then He caused the Tsunami to subside
for many thousands more would have died.
The earth may shake and mighty waves roar
but He that inhabits the heavens saw
the earthquake that began in Japan
and reached down to help the plight of man.
Praise God for His favour and His grace
so freely bestowed upon the human race.
Praise Him for His great salvation
lavished on every tribe and nation.
Discipline Is The Need Of The Hour
What the nation needs is unity
and people's will to fight all foes;
What the world lacks is amity
Of countries, and solving woes!
Terrorism is a war on-going,
That may take on different forms;
The will to stamp it out must not wane,
Despite all problems within and abroad.
Shed off your pride, ego and corruption;
Throw off your selfishness of hearts and minds;
All basic needs of people must be met;
The Parliament must do its duty first!
Let leaders be disciplined unto world;
The party rants and raves may stay outside;
The tax-payers want prices to be slashed,
Not unaccounted money to be stashed!
Ask what you've done for your nation India?
The people are the wealth hidden and seen;
Keep the youth healthy and active always;
Let them not catch any vice but advice!
Awaken leaders, bureaucrats, people!
Let patriotism fill up your hearts;
You cannot waste money or people's time!
Foes of every kind are watching you.
Let fear not seize your minds about the past;
Let hearts be steadfast, work in better ways;
Control the evil forces within you;
Keep your spirits high and hearts united!
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America is America
America is America the land of the free, born in
the hope of a new world created, amongst men
who believed the vision of liberty and a freedom
to live in this glorious world
as inspired by valued people, created by its natural
landscaping, bounded by principles that to live in
harmony with nature has come to witness the wisdom
of our dear forefather the dignity of each man, living
in a time of what has been bless by the Almighty Father
perfected by His creation
as the spring birth the summer breeze, and the night
comes after the day, the morning has bless the loving
people of America, where respect and understanding
welcome all nation to shelter, the cheddar of Lebanon
Oh! America, where every hope comes in the most
expected ways, come swift it away for the day has given
to you to stay, Nay! America leaves us with pain, our
hearts echo it joy to renew the eternity bell, where you
always there to lend your hand, Alas! America, your
the answer of our call, the unity that we almost fall, the
clings of every nation souls to live freely as everybody
wants to be free
America is America, the journey that always there, the
step that make us well and the nation that takes you there
Viva America!
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Breaking The Chain
To find my spirit, is to free my mind.
My mind tells me what I want.
My spirit tells me what I already have.
What is pleasing to the eyes,
Is poison to the spirit.
Love things and use people.
Give the power to a thought,
Leaves me powerless.
My mind wants control of all.
My spirit says I must control myself.
For it is all I have the power to do.
If I fear I am sick,
I can will myself to feel sick.
Even though I am really well.
I live according to my fears.
My life is surrounded by my giant.
I cannot breathe.
I am suffocated, by what I imagine.
I think what once was, still is.
I fear for my future, based on my past.
I cannot move forward,
If I am constantly held back.
By the chains of my mind that bind me,
I can only be at one place at one time.
My past or my present.
If I hold on to both,
One hand on my past, one on my future,
They each pull me in opposite directions,
Leaving me torn.
Let go of the past.
Grab a hold of the future with both hands.
It's will to be a wild ride!
With my mind, all things are probable.
With my spirit, all things are possible.
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Egg cell in the Egg yoke
peace is what the heart wish, wanted to dream and unlash
the trembling dream to unify the daring struggle as the world
offer the newness of time; amidst the uncertainty of each
moment
stand beneath the golden ball of sun passing my eyelids of
fear, the glittering flame engulf my deep sleep in the middle
of the night, my dear love one soundly nap in my lap; listening
my sweet hymn of a wonderful goodbye; with a flashing of
lightning speed up my face i close
say i stop flashing my ball, stay my side, where I stare my
angry heart, wait i go and lay, never return with empty handed
of blood, catch the rolling fire in my hand its dry, as tear fall to
the ground and the grave leave no mercy, the darkness has come
without me, i am the total surrender of the flesh I love seeing
death in the soil you return
a game without a same, as you play, everybody gain the
glooming world to flame; the wonderful great light exploded in
the amazing world of misery as the end stop to begin and each
one never be the same, for today becomes the past to pray
open your heart again, listen the heart that sing in harmony
with a child that whisper the winning voice of great super power
of pain; remember that; like a wind the dust follows each
direction of no where to go, leaving the shadow of you in the
memory of the ray that always stay in the blooming flower of
a beautiful garden of creation
be a man of today, follow the wisdom of the heart and lead
the future of a wonderful sky to fly............
' stop, look and listen, nuclear super distribution is not the
answer of an angry world to live, open be a man of God,
lead the world of harmony of love '
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I Still Hate The System
The country will get want to wants,
but there will be souls with dreams unfulfilled.
Perhaps that is a good thing.
For un-quenched thirsts are fuel for fire in the belly.
A nation with fire in its pits breed a desperate nation.
And desperate men will rid obstacles in their path.
A desperate man has no fear, he has nothing to lose.
And yet he sits there in desperate quiet and frustrated contemplation, still feeling mighty mighty sad.
My Aztec Warrior
My Aztec warrior,
Will you protect me?
My Aztec warrior,
Will you save me?
My Aztec warrior,
Will you love me?
My Aztec warrior,
Will you obey me?
My Aztec warrior,
Will you help me?
My Aztec warrior,
Will you be there for me?
My Aztec warrior,
Are you strong?
My Aztec warrior,
Are you brave?
My Aztec warrior,
Are you fierce?
My Aztec warrior,
Will you stay by my side,
Or will you leave me,
Like everyone else...
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Today
Today
I rise upon the call of the sun
Like fire burning my skin
My soul of guilt
Whom I have done wrong
To forgive me
Today
I rise upon the call of the sun
Like fire giving me life to live
Another life
Another moment
To face what is present
And what is next
Today
As I look upon the road of reality
To differ the past and future
Like autumn leaves on the ground
Seeds to be reborn
Another tree to spring
Yet, life like sunshine and sunset
Moons and stars
Sharing their lights in the galaxy
Of darkened universe
We all have time to rest
If tomorrow I still rise
To greet the sun upon the call of the wind
Air to breathe
And see what God created me –
Today
“Today, I thank you Lord for giving me
another day to live.”
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Long live America
triumphantly they shout, jubilantly they celebrate, joyfully
they sing their voice of praises and thanks, its a day and
a moment, to remember that the nation has come together
to face the new challenge of a new America
it is a call to victory, all are winners, all are beginners, to a
new vision of what awaits to the American people in the
high way of change, for every one holds a breath of history,
a chapter in every pages of life, in search to a prosperous,
nation
dream are only a dreams, shackle in the ecstasy of memories,
just always remembered, our dear forefather for they believed
of what they envision of the future, their hearts leads us to
conquer of what is today and now is the moment to grasp, of
what is time in our hands
today is the future that holds, and tomorrow is the day to stay,
live it today for this future lies only in our hands, a lesson to
know that yesterday is just a steps for to day's to come
long live AMERICA, there is only one America to live, like
America, a home that every one is free, a nation that God
will find its way, to be bless through out eternity
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Japan: The Insight
welcome the city of dream, the forever more
had not forgotten, for a life time journey of love
comes a tearful glamorous night of happiness,
thunder by shot down, as beautiful Japan, turn
up almost a pieces of blown pillow of nightmare
sleep of the day
yes! Mt Fuji brings me the smoothness white
of laughter painted in every heart of dream; a
cure that last a tears of immortal
picture of friendship, like a melted snow thundering
sleep that capture
my missy happy of droplets of tears
let the glorious lips, open the horizon of love
that touches the wisdom of time and shower where
it begun, the night has come to close the end that
started to peep on the history of dream
wake up; little Rising Sun you’re the valor of today
the courage that the world adore, and let the
Cherry Blossom feel the
tiding snow of your heart, propel the power of hope
in you and turn the morning sun to shine as
the magnificent of your strength has move our
Heart to surf every dream to go, while the
wind quest the window of the future
stand up morning sun, live Forever for the dawn
have rise from his deep slumber, dreaming to
come again without delay, venture hope and faith
lock up beyond no compare
and the greatness of mighty Japan will live again
Long live, DEAR AND MIGHTY JAPAN OH!
GREAT JAPAN
a poem dedicated to our Brothers and Sisters of Japan
' IN GOD'S TIME SHARED THE EVERLASTING ETERNAL
GIFT OF LIFE ' on the recent Earthquake and Tsunami
March 11,2011
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Wandering To A Promise
In His early people’s wanderings, God did many miraculous things,
A cloud by day, and a fire by night, always kept God in their sight,
Providing them water from a rock, He turned their thirst into shock,
We could call it shock and awe, as The Lord provided for them all.
God would provide from on High, as He rained quail from the sky,
In the morning the people found, manna plentiful upon the ground,
Forty years of providing all needs, showing to all awesome deeds,
From the time they set out, all clothing and sandals never wore out.
Delivered into the Promised Land, with His Mighty Sovereign Hand,
With a message many would herald, to all the nations of this world,
Established by God on the earth; His chosen land of special worth,
To fulfill His Promise to Abraham, He will bless or curse each land.
The ultimate blessing for all today, is to follow God’s Eternal Way,
Which all men find in Jesus Christ, who offers all men Eternal Life,
For He is the Messiah of Israel, with His Father’s Purpose to fulfill,
And as He deals with each nation, God offers every man salvation.
Bless the nations, some God will, all who bless the nation of Israel,
Cursed are some, by condemnation, all that cursed that tiny nation.
Come to God before it gets worse, and avoid God’s Eternal Curse,
To be blessed by God abundantly, and to live with Christ Eternally.
Until then be shepherded by Christ, while living in a world of strife,
And see the amazing hand of God, as He leads with staff and rod,
Providing all you need every day, as you live on life’s Narrow Way,
To be delivered by God’s hand, into God’s Eternal Promised Land.
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Obvious Gift
gifts lead every hearts to go nearer to what
the soul reunited in your emotion, a value that
penny can't buy something that the spirited soul
makes; what the world made it wonderful, diluted
to lay everything, just to risen the ageless motion of
self giving
everything is move and cease to believe, what
makes it to begin as the clouds, since in time of
memorial floats in the sky, where and where it goes,
as the rain drops and wet flowering seeds to grow
and leads fiddler of insect to feed and learn to live,
with no one guide the beginning of survival
obvious gift never ends it always flows, like
stream in the highest mountains that always look a
distance way to settle the fresh hyacinth of cool water,
for a gift of rejoicing takes an everlasting memory
to remember
life as gift, always take a foundation to craft, beautiful
and stronger pillar making it more acceptable to live,
of what every soul ponder, shading the past into the future
of today; as the day comes to an end, remembering is a
heart to believe that all is just nothing but a special gift
ready to be shared to the out most of you, a love in your
life
an immortal gift, willing to give and release, not as
poison in you for other to live, but a perfume to smell
so that other may grow and ignited to refresh, for
life is but, an endless will of feeling but a power in you,
wonting to make the best of what is life
a gift is not a gift unless it is shared; obvious it may looks,
yet! its obvious if it may not be shared the gift in you….be
a gift to other
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A New Economic Theory
the sea has so much water
and so
has the rivers and ponds
and creeks too
you are the mighty sun
and you activate all your rays
like hands generating heat
from your self-energizing body
you take in
all their potable waters and keep
them in all your friendly clouds
and then by your power
as the all-kind all-giving sun
you order all the clouds to shower
to all the land the much needed rain
even the tiniest moss and algae
the underprivileged worms
the hibernating creatures
the dried seeds shall have the share
of all wondrous waters of the earth
this gather-all-and-trickle down
economic theory of mine
at the end
all shall have their share
all shall grow and bear fruit
throughout the years of their lives
where shall hunger be?
and wars and chaos?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It’s About God
It’s all about The Lord, my God, I can say with a confident nod,
The One, Who sits above the sky, directs the path of you and I,
As this world is in His hands, a Truth not everyone understands,
For with God they’re at enmity, blinded by God’s eternal enemy.
Yet this enemy has been overcome, by God’s Only Eternal Son,
But he still deceives each nation, keeping them from Revelation,
God’s Word, which lasts eternally, in which man will gain victory,
When their eyes are open to see, in Christ, they will live eternally.
Friend, today Christ is in control, of every nation and every soul,
My God can overrule Satan’s call, to save lost men from the fall,
But they need to personally believe, in Christ, as Lord to receive,
Eyes to see God’s Truth and Light, to be rescued from the night.
Today God’s desire for everyone, is to come to Truth in His Son,
Truth, that leads us to salvation, found in God’s Holy Revelation,
Today, with Christ in control, God gives us a choice for our soul,
To listen to His Son’s instruction, or follow Satan, to destruction.
It’s about God, not you or me, Who, in Christ, gives life eternally,
It is Christ, The Eternal Creator, Who God sent, to be The Savior;
We serve God or Satan, His foe, and The Lord wants all to know,
In lieu of death, God offers us life, in His Only Son, Jesus Christ.