Monday, September 8, 2025

Keep Believing

There is so much time since I heard your promise,

It has been an endless wait since I heard your voice.

I am waiting for everything you have said,

I am anxious to see the transformation in my way.


O Lord! I need your mighty help immediately!

All promised blessings, I want to see.

I feel that all things in my life are frozen,

I feel there is no solution for any of them.


Help me to overcome all the troubles,

Going ahead in my situation is a real struggle.

There are moments when I want to give everything up,

The problems are tough and try to tear me up.


Every day, I always do my best,

But there is no end to this test.

Lord, remember this poor and needed soul,

Act in my life and make this servant grow.


I pray and sing trying to lift my faith,

Always believing that God will make a new way.

I am sure that there is no use to complain,

Surely, complaints will not relieve my pain.


It does not matter what comes against me,

I know the Lord Almighty is for me.

Even if raising thousands of enemies,

With the Lord's help, I will be able to win.


Even all the people saying I will not be blessed,

I will not hear them; God has the final answer.

He is the only one who can decide my destiny,

And I know a river of blessing will come from Him.


As I believed, God made something great,

Where there was nothing; He created.

The Lord fulfilled all His promised words,

He showed me that He is a God of favor.


This poem is part of the book Words of Faith.

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Friday, September 5, 2025

The New Church

The pulpit is turning into a circus,

The church is not a temple anymore,

It seems more like a theater.

God, the people are not seeking,

One show is what they are wanting.

 

In the Lord, the people are not interested,

They seek a way to get enchanted.

The Gospel, they do not want to hear anymore,

They want a way to have fun more and more.

 

Jesus is shown differently,

They show one Christ modern and attractive.

One Jesus that accepts everything,

One Jesus that does not change bad things.

 

They do not matter about what will happen,

At any cost, they want to have entertainment.

The most important thing is you stay there,

About the salvation of your soul, they do not matter.

 

To save yourself, there is only one way,

We must seek the true Jesus and his ways.

It is not that one who only wants to please us.

It is that one who has something to teach us.

 

It is the Jesus who is gentle and humble,

That one who forever lives.

The true and eternal Lord,

He died to be our Savior.


This poem is part of the book Christian Poetry Volume II.

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Wednesday, September 3, 2025

The House of Echoes

Wisdom will save you also from the adulterous woman, from the wayward woman with her seductive words … Surely her house leads down to death and her paths to the spirits of the dead. Proverbs 2:16,18

Marcos was not an unhappy man. He loved his wife, Sofia, and their two daughters. He had a good marriage, built on fifteen years of partnership and shared laughter. But lately, routine had swallowed him whole. Work was stressful, bills piled up, and conversations with Sofia seemed to always revolve around grocery lists and school problems. The shine had become dull.

The “strange woman” did not enter his life in a bar or on a business trip. She appeared on his feed as a friend suggestion. Camila. A college classmate he had not seen in years. Her profile was a mosaic of a seemingly perfect life: exotic trips, trendy restaurants, a successful career. It was a life free of the diapers and bills that defined his.

It all began with a “like.” Then, a casual comment.

“I remember you from college, always the smartest one in the class,” she wrote.

Her words were flattering, a balm for his tired ego. Marcos felt seen, admired, in a way he had not felt in a long time.

The conversations migrated to private messages. At first, they were innocent, nostalgic. But soon they became his escape valve. He would find himself smiling at his phone screen in the middle of a work meeting. He would lie next to Sofia at night, his body present but his mind miles away, exchanging messages with Camila until late.

He was abandoning the guide of his youth—Sofia, the woman with whom he had built everything—and forgetting the covenant he had made before God. Each secret message was a small betrayal, one less stone in the foundation of his marriage.

Camila was the personification of fantasy. She was never tired, never had dark circles under her eyes, never argued about a dripping faucet. She was an echo of his desires, validating his frustrations and applauding his ambition. He began to build a parallel “house” in his mind and on his phone. A house made of secrets, half-truths, and a stolen intimacy.

What he did not realize was that this house was leaning toward death. The death of his genuine joy, replaced by an anxious excitement. The death of his peace of mind, traded for the constant vigilance of not being discovered. The death of his connection with Sofia; his eyes now avoided hers, afraid she might see the lie in them.

One Saturday, Sofia proposed a family picnic, like in the old days. At the park, while their daughters ran on the grass, she held his hand.

“I miss you, Marcos,” she said, her voice soft. “It feels like you’re here, but you’re not.”

His phone vibrated in his pocket. A message from Camila. Marcos’s heart raced. He felt guilty and, at the same time, resentful. He was living a double life, and the effort was tearing him apart.

Later, at home, while Sofia was bathing the children, he went to his office to “take care of some work things.” He opened the chat with Camila. She had sent a photo, more daring than the previous ones, along with the message: “Thinking of you.”

He looked at the photo, and what should have been exciting suddenly felt empty, sad. He heard his daughter’s laughter in the hallway and the sound of Sofia’s voice singing a lullaby. That was his life. The real, imperfect, noisy, tiring, but his life. The life he was trading for pixels on a screen.

He understood, with a terrifying clarity, that the house of echoes he had built with Camila had no future. It was a path that only led downward, to the loss of everything that truly mattered. None who enter that door, he realized, return without deep scars. Many never return at all.

With trembling hands, he typed: “Camila, we can’t talk anymore. What I’m doing is wrong. I love my wife.”

He blocked her contact. He deleted the history. The feeling was not one of loss, but of liberation, like a prisoner who finally sees his cell door swing open.

He left the office and went to his daughters’ room. He sat on the floor, watching Sofia comb the younger one’s hair. The love he felt at that moment was so real, so palpable, it hurt. He did not say anything, but Sofia looked at him, and for the first time in a long time, she saw her husband back. Whole. Present.

The way back would not be easy. He had caused fissures that would need time and truth to be repaired. But he had escaped. He had abandoned the house that leans toward death, before it collapsed on him.

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Monday, September 1, 2025

The Seed

One seed, we can sow,

We throw on the soil to grow.

Before the seed starts its life,

First, that seed will die.

 

After dying, she will revivify,

It will be a big plant with plenty of life.

Even from the littlest seed,

It can raise a big tree.

 

God plants a seed in our hearts,

The seed of his love and forgiveness.

The seed begins to flourish in our hearts,

Of the sin, we take consciousness,

And we stop doing what is wrong.

 

About the sin, we do not want to know anymore,

The glory of God in our lives will grow even more.

The light of God over us will keep shining,

Each day our branches will be renewing.

 

The Lord pours over us the living water,

Each time, we grow with more life.

The sin cannot suffocate us anymore,

The hand of God will always act in our lives.

 

After the tree grows, it needs to multiply,

We must throw the seeds of God in new lands.

Then, more trees can germinate,

New people will be born, and fruits will be generated.


This poem is part of the book Christian Poetry Volume II.

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Friday, August 29, 2025

Innermost Desire

Human beings have many desires,

Many of them cannot be satisfied.

Even each one seeking how to satisfy,

Not all their wishes will be fulfilled in their lives.

 

Many desires are in the heart, deep inside,

Not even the person understands this desire.

It is a different desire to seek new things.

Even seeking in all places, one does not find anything.

 

This desire is the desire for eternal life,

It says there is something more than this Earth.

A desire that the Lord has planted within,

So that people remember to seek Him.

 

Seeking God, the person will find Him,

It will bring a powerful desire to be close to Him.

There will be a real sense in that life,

The person will feel they are alive.

 

The life in eternity, they will start to seek,

Their hope in God, they will put it.

For their departure, they will wait,

The call of God, they anxious hope for that day.


This poem is part of the book Christian Poetry Volume V.

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Wednesday, August 27, 2025

The Echo Chamber

Wisdom will save you from the ways of wicked men, from men whose words are perverse … whose paths are crooked and who are devious in their ways. Proverbs 2:12,15

The first video of Lucas’s that went viral was an accident. He made a sincere and humorous review of a superhero movie and woke up to fifty thousand new views. The dopamine hit of recognition was instant and addictive. In a short time, his channel, “Straight Talk,” became his main occupation. He was a young man who loved pop culture, but who also valued kindness, hope, and honest debate.

His path began to change the day he was invited for a collaboration on the podcast “Deconstruct,” hosted by Kael, an influencer famous for his acidic humor and his contempt for anything considered “traditional.” Kael was the king of controversy, a master at saying perverse things with a charming smile.

“Lucas, my dear, you’re talented. But you’re… too nice,” Kael said, backstage. “Nobody wants to see honesty. It doesn’t sell. People want to see the circus catch fire. They want you to destroy, to ridicule. That’s where the engagement is.”

Kael and his circle were the embodiment of the proverb. They had left the paths of intellectual honesty to walk in the darkness of cynicism. For them, there was no truth, only narratives. There was no beauty, only something to be ridiculed. Their paths were crooked, and they rejoiced in doing evil, finding pleasure in the perversity of their words.

Seduced by the promise of more followers and advertising deals, Lucas began to change. Gradually, “Straight Talk” became “Crooked Talk.” He started making videos attacking other creators, using irony as a weapon. He began to ridicule films that promoted values he once defended, calling them “naive” and “problematic.” He became an echo of Kael.

The growth was exponential. The numbers climbed, the contracts appeared. He moved into a luxury apartment, started attending exclusive parties, and became part of Kael’s inner circle. But away from the cameras, something was dying inside him.

Conversations with his family became minefields.

“Son, that video was cruel,” his mother said after he had “deconstructed” the work of a young female artist. “That’s not what we taught you.”

“Mom, you don’t understand. It’s the game,” he would reply, impatiently.

His girlfriend, Ana, who had loved him for his original kindness, began to pull away.

“I don’t recognize you anymore, Lucas. You find happiness in being malicious. It seems like you have found joy in… being contrary.”

Ana’s sentence haunted him. He was, in fact, becoming that. He and Kael would spend hours laughing at their own venomous “zingers,” celebrating the “cancellations” they provoked. He was on a dark path, but the glare of the spotlight kept him from seeing the darkness.

The turning point came unexpectedly. The young artist he had ridiculed posted a video in response. She did not attack him. With teary eyes, she simply explained how much her work meant to her, how it was a tribute to her deceased grandmother, and how the wave of hatred that Lucas’s video had generated had led her into a deep depression.

Watching that video, alone in his expensive, empty apartment, Lucas felt the weight of his perverse words. He saw the real damage behind the engagement numbers. This was not a “game.” This was someone’s life.

He looked around. The life he had built over the last few months seemed like a sham. It was a stage built on the pain and humiliation of others. He remembered who he was before he met Kael: a young man who found joy in sharing what he loved, not in destroying what others loved.

That night, he did something he had not done in a long time. He prayed. He no longer asked for more success or followers. He asked for deliverance. Deliverance from himself, from the man he had become.

The next day, he posted a new video. No cuts, no jokes, no irony. Just him, looking at the camera, with a downcast face.

“I was wrong,” he said. “I lost my way. I let the search for relevance lead me to a dark and cruel place. I want to ask for forgiveness.”

He lost thousands of followers in that hour. Kael and his circle ridiculed him publicly, calling him weak and a hypocrite. But, for the first time in months, Lucas felt that he was returning to the light, to the right path. The road back was lonely and difficult, but he knew, with a certainty he had not felt in a long time, that it was the only path worth walking.

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Monday, August 25, 2025

Revival

The people of God need to revive,

So, many people can transform their lives.

Revival does not mean noise outside,

It means changes from deep inside.

 

The soul of the revived person will change,

They will claim with all their strength.

The person will stay hungry for the Lord,

They will want to share his splendor.

 

They will want to talk about the Lord,

They will devour the word of God.

They want to get close to the Father,

They want to show that a revival happened.

 

Those who look at the revived one see a difference,

Everyone can notice divine presence.

With the revived one, the Holy Spirit will always be,

And new hearts will be touched by Him.

 

This revival occurs according to the will of the Lord,

For this to happen, people must ask and wait for His favor.

Of this magnificent work, God is the mentor,

The person revived is only the executor.


This poem is part of the book Christian Poetry Volume V.

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Introduction

God bless everyone. I created this blog intending to publish my poems inspired by God through his Holy Spirit who acts over everyone, transf...