Scripture in Verse

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The following poem is based on Revelation  4


An Audience with The King

by Belinda van Rensburg


 Dressed in torn and filthy rags I wait outside a door,
Unmoving and in silence I stare down at the floor;
Then it is my turn to have an audience with the King
And I step into the Hall made glorious by Him.
 

Immediately I'm overcome with holy fear and awe
As I behold such beauty; perfection without flaw;
Reflected in a crystal sea are seven lamps ablaze -
These are the seven spirits of the Ancient of Days.
 

In the center of the room God sits upon His throne
And I notice that the Great I Am is not alone;
At His Right Hand sits the Lamb of God Who's overcome -
Judah's Lion triumphant; God's beloved Son!
 

Encircling the throne is an emerald-colored bow
And four-and-twenty elders are bowed down very low;
Lightning flashes; thunder peals whilst creatures with six wings
Never stop to worship God as day and night they sing.
 

I reach the throne and cannot help but fall down on my face
Joining angels as they worship in His Holy place,
Then His voice commands me to stand upon my feet;
The moment is upon me and my Maker I must meet.
 

''I cannot look upon your sins; they're far too black and foul;
There is no place in heaven for such a fallen soul.
What have you to say in your own defense?
Give account of all your deeds and every dark offense.''
 

The evil one enters the room; his eyes are full of hate;
He points a finger at my heart and says my sins are great -
Naming each and every one he tells the Father what I've done;
Accusing me and claiming that I now to him belong.
 

The Lamb that has been slain stands up and speaks for me
''Behold My Blood that I have shed upon the cross for thee''
He removes my dirty rags and hands me a clean gown;
Upon my head he places a shiny golden crown.
 

''There is none who dare condemn you since you are in Me;
I have set my seal upon you as a guarantee.
Heaven's kept no record of the wrong you've done;
Your slate is clean and empty; all your sins are gone.''
 

In my hand I clutch my new name writ upon a stone
And with grateful heart I praise the One upon the throne:
''Worthy is God's perfect Lamb who has been sacrificed;
Nothing in creation but Himself would have sufficed''.

© 2008  

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 The following poem is based on Genesis 5:


They Walked With God

by Belinda van Rensburg


Enoch, the seventh from Adam;
A descendant of his third son Seth;
The first-born son of Jared
Never tasted decay and death.
 

He was blameless, humble and upright
And pleased God in all his ways;
He walked with God and he talked with God
Nigh a hundred thousand days.
 

When he reached the age of sixty-five
He begat Methuselah;
The oldest man who ever did live
And granddaddy to Noah.
 

Enoch stayed close to his Maker
Then by faith He was taken away;
He walked with God then he was no more -
Never tasting death and decay.
 

Noah followed in his footsteps;
He obeyed God night and day,
Pleasing the Lord with his blameless life
And teaching his sons to pray.
 

Throughout the years and the ages
Mighty men listened to You
As You shared Your thoughts and Your secrets
With those who were upright and true.
 

Father, it is our desire
To walk with You as they did;
Of Your precepts we will never tire -
Please help us to do as we're bid.
© 2008  

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The following poem is based on Genesis 28:


A Certain Place
by Belinda van Rensburg


 A patriarch of old (Jacob was his name)
Fled from sin and angry twin when at day's end he came
Upon a certain place where he took a rest;
With head pillowed on a stone the patriarch was blessed.
 

Behold, he dreamed a dream – a ladder reaching high
Resting on the earth; shooting through the sky,
Reaching heav'n itself; touching God above
Looking down at him with tenderness and love.
 

Angels moving up and down the ladder's rungs
(No doubt they were conversing in angelic tongues).
Then he heard the Voice of God once again affirm;
The Promise made to Abraham in that dream confirmed.
 

“Behold, I'm always with you; wherever you may go
The Promised Land I will upon you and your seed bestow;
Never will I leave you; My Covenant will stand
Until you and your children have inherited this Land.”
 

Now sinner, here's a lesson of great value to be learned,
Deeds of darkness must be left behind and spurned;
Come unto that Certain Place where you will find rest -
Place yourself upon the Rock and you will be blessed.
 

Heaven within reach as you search His Face
Believing His Promise made in that certain place.
Christ is the rung; the stepping stone; He is the only Way
Leading to the Promised Land you could call Home one day.
© 2009

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The following poem is based on Exodus 32:


Who is for the Lord?

by Belinda van Rensburg


He stood at the entrance leaning on his staff
His anger; sorrow far too much to bear;
The Israelites have made themselves a golden calf;
They're prone to evil; blind and unaware.
 

''Whoever's for the Lord come unto me!''
His voice fell like a knife upon their ears
The Levites rallied close; from evil they did flee
Repenting of their sins and turning from their fears.
 

No other gods are we to worship; follow
Nothing in all creation idolize -
All those useless 'gods' such as Odin and Apollo
Should be outright rejected and despised.
 

There is only one King in all creation
(One not made of flesh or carved from stone)
He alone is worthy of our love and adoration:
The Lamb of God who sits upon the throne.
© 2008

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The following poem is based on Ezekiel 28:


Fallen

by Belinda van Rensburg
 

Most beautiful creature in all creation;
Model of perfection; blameless and wise
Craved the most exalted Station;
God's Throne he wanted as prize.
 

Adorned in jasper, onyx and gold
Chrysolite and sapphire;
Iniquity made him proud and bold;
Godhood his consuming desire.
 

Driven from heaven in total disgrace
Expelled from the Light above,
No more would he dwell in God's Holy Place
Nor feel His presence and love.
 

A spectacle before rulers and kings
Fallen creatures his unholy court;
Abysmal angels with stings and black wings;
Demons; lost souls his support.
 

He hates God's creatures: the sons of men
His passion fuels fires in hell,
Concocting their doom in his infernal den;
Spinning his sinister spell.
 

He roams the earth like a roaring lion
His mission to maim and to kill;
Waging his war 'gainst the children of Zion
Attempting to thwart the Lord's Will.
 

How he despises the day Christ came
And freed many from his hold;
Nothing will ever again be the same
Since God's flock is now safe in His fold.
 

But still he roams and seeks to destroy
And to keep men from finding the Way;
Many a lie and slick trick he employs
To get us to fall and to stray.
 

Satan knows his fate has forever been sealed;
He knows what's awaiting him -
His destruction has long since been revealed
By the prophets of Heaven's own King.

© 2009  

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 The following poem is based on Rev. 6-8:


That Dreadful Day

by Belinda van Rensburg


  According to John's prophecy
There will be an apostasy
When godlessness will reign supreme
And peace will not be what it seems.
 

Christians will be persecuted;
Many will be executed,
For the children of the Lord
Will be hated by the world.
 

And men will know the end's begun
When they see wars and blackened sun;
When they see stars fall in a flood;
The moon turning as red as blood.
 

God's chosen tribesmen will be sealed -
Bond servants whom to God will yield
During the time of woe to come
When day is dimmed by darkened sun.
 

Souls from every tribe and nation
Who came out of the tribulation;
A multitude of white-robed saints
Will worship God without constraint.
 

All will be quiet in God's heaven
Before Christ breaks seal number seven;
For half an hour not a sound
Will on angel lips be found.
 

When the Day of Wrath arrives
Many men will not survive
The terrible events to come
From which no one can hide or run.
 

Fearful and dark that day will be:
Men will seek death but death will flee.
Who will be able to withstand
The dreaded wrath of God's slain Lamb?
 

A day like none that went before
Since God brought forth the sea and shore;
Since God created man and beast;
Since our first parents were deceived.
 

There will be thunder and a quake
Which causes the whole earth to shake,
Then suddenly a trumpet sound
And hail and fire scorch the ground.
 

Five more trumpet blasts will follow;
Suffering and death will swallow
Many who are left behind
Because they'll choose to remain blind.
 

They will refuse to turn to God
Believing themselves much too smart
To humbly put their faith in Him
So that they might be cleansed from sin.
 

Other events will come to pass
After the seventh trumpet blast -
Suffice to know that Christ has won
The war which satan has begun.
 

It is my fervent prayer a seed
Will take deep root in all who read
This poem about the Day to come
So that they might accept God's Son!

© 2014  

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The following poem is based on the book of Jonah:


The Big Fish

by Belinda van Rensburg


It happened on a stormy day
When the sky was dark and gray
That I was feeding in the sea
When suddenly in front of me
I saw a man struggling to swim
So I closed in and swallowed him.
 

For three days and three nights I swam
Carrying the praying man
Towards a town called Niniveh;
Then, without the least delay
I spit him out onto the land
And left him kneeling on the sand.
 

I understand this man was sent
To tell the townsfolk to repent;
Instead he chose to disobey
And tried to run and hide away
But ended up in the deep sea
Where he was swallowed up by me.
 

The reason that he ran away
And did not listen or obey
Is that he knew God would relent
If all the people should repent,
For God is full of love and mercy
Even though men are unworthy.
 

Jonah learned truth without love
Is not worth much to God above
For love and truth go hand in hand:
Alone neither of them can stand -
But combine them and you'll see
The demons flee and men set free.
© 2014  

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The following poem is based on Rev. 9:


The Abyss

by Belinda van Rensburg


 There is a cursed place known as the Abyss -
Many don't know that it even exists;
It's a bottomless pit with smoke-filled air;
Abode of dark angels; the old dragon's lair.
Miserable creatures; banished and chained
As spoils of rebellion - a prison they gained.
 

They've waited long for the turn of the key;
For a short while they'll all be set free;
It's written that they will torture the doomed
Before they themselves are forever consumed.
Eternal damnation for them and the snake;
Together they'll burn in the Fiery Lake.

© 2010

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