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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Friday, August 22, 2025

The Message of Christ

Never forget Christ’s words,

Never deceive yourself with what you see in this world.

Nor all those who talk about Jesus Christ,

Follow the message of the cross in their lives.

Many of them are not living Jesus’ light.

 

The Lord preached the message of humility,

He instituted a sovereign law, the law of the verity.

The love between everyone was what Jesus preached,

As proof of love, He has sacrificed.

 

Everyone must remember his sacrifice,

Knowing that, for us, God gave his son’s life.

The Grace of God was granted to everyone,

The sinners had lived through what Christ had done.

 

Jesus warned about what would happen,

He told the false masters would come in his name.

They would preach a gospel different and perverted,

A gospel that came from hearts already corrupted.

They are far away from the Lord Jesus Christ.

 

All doctrines must always be checked,

The truth of its gospel must be evaluated.

Knowing if it is really the Gospel that came from Christ,

Or if it is another distorted gospel, and full of lies.


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

Wednesday, August 20, 2025

The Treasure Hunter

My son, if you accept my words and store up my commands within you, turning your ear to wisdom and applying your heart to understanding … Discretion will protect you, and understanding will guard you. Proverbs 2:1-2,11

The screen of Léo’s notebook glowed with the words that tormented him: “Faith is the abandonment of reason. Religion is the opiate of the masses. Miracles are the crutch of the ignorant.” They were excerpts from an online debate he had watched, and each skeptical argument felt like another blow to the already shaken structure of his faith.

He grew up in the church. Bible stories were his lullabies. But now, in engineering school, surrounded by equations, empirical evidence, and a contagious intellectual cynicism, his childhood faith seemed naive, fragile. How could he believe in a Red Sea parting when he spent his days calculating the resistance of materials?

His crisis reached its peak when his mother was diagnosed with a degenerative disease. He prayed as he never had before. He begged, pleaded, and fasted. And her condition only worsened. The silence from God was deafening.

One night, out of frustration, he opened the Bible he had not touched in months, almost in defiance. He wanted to find a flaw, a contradiction that would give him permission to give up for good. His fingers flipped through the thin pages and stopped at Proverbs. He read: “My son, if you accept my words and store up my commands within you, turning your ear to wisdom and applying your heart to understanding— indeed, if you call out for insight and cry aloud for understanding, and if you look for it as for silver and search for it as for hidden treasure, then you will understand the fear of the Lord and find the knowledge of God.”

The imagery caught him by surprise. To search as for silver. To seek it like hidden treasure. He had never done that. His faith was an inherited asset, a piece of old furniture in the house of his mind that he had never bothered to polish or examine up close. He had accepted it passively, and now he was discarding it passively.

That night, Léo made a decision. He would not abandon his faith. He would excavate it.

He bought notebooks, colored pens, and dove into the Scriptures with the same methodology he used to study calculus. He began to read not just verses, but entire chapters and books, seeking context. He wrote down his doubts, his frustrations, his questions. Where the Bible seemed contradictory, he researched deeply, read commentaries by theologians, and studied the original history and languages. He cried out for understanding in his prayers, no longer asking for miraculous cures, but for wisdom.

“Lord, help me understand,” was his new prayer.

His college friends scoffed.

“Wasting your time with fairy tales, Léo?”

But he was not wasting time. He was finding something.

The treasure he unearthed was not a chest of easy answers. The treasure was the very character of God, which revealed itself between the lines. He saw a God who was not a cosmic magician, but a sovereign Father who walked with Job through his pain, who used Thomas’s doubt to reveal His glory, and who wept at Lazarus’s tomb before raising him.

He understood that faith was not the abandonment of reason, but what to do when reason reaches its limit.

One afternoon, he was at the hospital, reading the book of Psalms aloud to his mother. She was sleeping, her face serene despite the pain. The disease had not regressed. But the peace Léo felt no longer depended on that. As he read, he noticed a young doctor watching him from the doorway.

“It’s hard,” the doctor said, with empathy. “Going through this.”

“Yes, it’s,” Léo replied. “But I’ve found a shield.”

The doctor frowned.

“A shield?”

“The certainty that, even when I do not understand the ‘why,’ I know the ‘Who.’ Knowing God, His character, His goodness… that guards me from falling into despair. It delivers me from the path of the wicked man, which, in this case, would be bitterness.”

The doctor, a man of science, was silent for a moment, processing the words.

“I wish I had a shield like that,” he confessed in a low voice.

Léo looked at his mother, then at the book on his lap. The search had been worth it. He had not found gold or silver, but something infinitely more valuable. He had searched for understanding and found prudence. He had cried out for wisdom and received the knowledge of God. And that treasure, he now knew, no one could steal. It was his shield. Forever.

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Monday, August 18, 2025

The Illness of the King

By an illness, Hezekiah was afflicted,

He consulted the prophet to know about his destiny.

And the Lord revealed his word,

Soon Hezekiah would leave this world.

 

The king was saddened and prayed a lot,

Remembering all his deeds for the Lord,

At this very moment, the king cried bitterly,

He knew that his time was finishing.

 

But soon came the Lord’s reply,

The servant’s prayer reached the sky.

The Lord paid attention to his cry,

The Lord gifted him with the illness’ cure.

And He added fifteen years to his life.

 

A great deliverance was granted to him,

The Lord promised to free him from the enemy.

To confirm the miracle, he asked for a signal,

Hezekiah asked God to delay the sun.

 

The ask was made to God by the prophet Isaiah,

God heard the request of King Hezekiah.

He could see the Lord’s fidelity,

God has never abandoned him.


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

Friday, August 15, 2025

Spreading Out the Good News

Go into the world and preach the good news.

That is the instruction given by Jesus,

He is the good news that God promised.

We must take this to the world.

So that, they may remember the lamb that perished.

 

He died to save all people,

So, we have the chance to renew,

Of all sin, He cleanses us.

With a new life in Christ Jesus,

We have to spread his salvation to the world.

 

Many people are lost and without direction.

They need a word of love and compassion.

Something true that touches the heart.

The gospel of Christ has this power.

The power for everyone to free themselves,

Power for everyone to cure themselves.

 

For people to know about Jesus,

Only depends on me and you.

We need to spread the message,

Then, in Christ, many people will believe.

They will be free from a world of suffering,

To the protection of God, they are going.

 

Now, we know what we have to do:

Go to the whole world and announce Jesus,

Giving testimony about cross sacrifice.

Rescuing people from darkness to light.

 

In this way, the whole world will change.

Rescuing the souls who are lost.

Then, many lives will be saved,

In eternity, together, we will stay.


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

Wednesday, August 13, 2025

The Sound of Silence

Out in the open wisdom calls aloud, she raises her voice in the public square; … Then they will call to me but I will not answer; they will look for me but will not find me … For the waywardness of the simple will kill them, and the complacency of fools will destroy them; but whoever listens to me will live in safety and be at ease, without fear of harm.” Proverbs 1:20, 28, 32-33

Jonas slid his finger across the tablet screen, dismissing the notification with an impatient sigh. It was another article shared by his sister, Cláudia: “The Dangers of Aggressive Debt in Times of Crisis.” He archived the message without reading it.

“I know what I’m doing,” he muttered to himself.

He was on top of the world, or at least on top of his world. His construction company, “Jonas Buildings,” had secured the contract for a luxury condominium, his biggest project to date. He had achieved this with a bold strategy: maximum leverage, heavy bank loans, and the promise of record-breaking delivery time. The “old-timers” in the market called him reckless. He called himself a visionary.

The voice of wisdom, for Jonas, was just background noise.

It cried out in the public square of his daily life. It was his bank manager, a cautious man, advising, “Jonas, this variable interest rate is a dangerous bet. The scenario can change.” Jonas ignored him, seeking a larger initial loan.

It was his foreman, old Batista, with his calloused hands and decades of experience, saying, “Mr. Jonas, we can’t cut costs on the foundation. This soil here is treacherous. A heavy rain…” Jonas cut him off with a gesture, accusing him of being a pessimist and trying to delay the schedule.

It was his wife, asking to look over the finances together, to create a reserve fund.

“We are living on the edge, Jonas. What if something goes wrong?”

He would reply with arrogance, “Trust me. Failure is for the weak.”

He hated instruction and scoffed at any rebuke. He considered caution a weakness and prudence a synonym for cowardice. He was the master of his fate, the architect of his success.

Then, calamity arrived. Not like a clap of thunder, but like a fine, persistent rain that no one took seriously at first. A small shift in the government’s economic policy sent interest rates soaring. The cost of his loan doubled overnight. Then came the summer rains, heavier than predicted. The construction site’s ground, just as Batista had warned, began to give way, compromising part of the structure.

The disaster he had so despised ate him alive.

Calls from creditors became his background music. Suppliers suspended deliveries. The client threatened to break the contract. Panic, a feeling he did not know, settled in his chest like a violent tenant.

Desperate, he began to seek the help he had once rejected.

He called the bank manager, begging for a renegotiation. The voice on the other end was cold and formal, “I’m sorry, Mr. Jonas, but there is nothing we can do at the moment. You were aware of the risks.”

He sought out the foreman, Batista, who had already resigned. He left several messages. “I need your advice! What do I do?” The messages were never answered.

That evening, he found his wife in the living room, her face drawn, with a pile of bills on the table.

“You were right,” he said, his voice broken. “We need to talk. Help me understand this.”

She looked at him, and for the first time, he saw not love or admiration, but a profound weariness.

“I tried, Jonas. For months, I tried. Now… I don’t know what to say anymore.”

It was the exact echo of the proverb. He now cried out for them, but they did not answer. He searched for them in the dead of night, but he only found silence. The wisdom he had despised, now, in his moment of greatest need, refused to attend to him.

Sitting in his luxurious living room, which would soon no longer be his, Jonas opened the tablet. His sister’s article was still there, in the archive. He read it. Each paragraph was a precise description of his downfall. Wisdom had been there all along. It was not hidden. It was crying out in the streets, in the advice, in the warnings.

He had not been a victim of bad luck or a treacherous economy. He had been a victim of his own arrogance. He had loved his mockery and hated knowledge. And now, he tasted the bitter fruit of his own way, filled with his own devices. The only sound that remained was the deafening silence of all the voices he had refused to hear.

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Monday, August 11, 2025

Wait on the Lord

The Lord acts in mysterious ways,

He does things we cannot understand.

But in the opportune time, his glory will appear.

Showing everyone his powerful hand.

 

The hand of God comes to help us,

Not in the time we want.

In the perfect time of God, she will come over us.

At the moment that God has prepared for us.

 

It is not easy to wait for the Lord,

Because we are weak and do not resist the pain.

Even with the pain, we need to have a lot of faith.

We have a God who can do everything!

And to help us, the Lord will never be late.

 

Trust in the ways of the God Almighty,

All evils will be undone by Him,

Of many ties and curses, we are free.

 

When you feel alone, pray with the heart,

The Lord will hear your affliction.

He will give you the strength to deal with the situation.

 

Do not be discouraged, and stay firm in the eternal rock.

When we are in big fights,

It is a signal of victory in our lives.


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

Friday, August 8, 2025

Luxurious Church

You can attend a very luxurious congregation,

All its great ornaments generate your admiration.

In it, you can see that there is great prosperity,

Seeing this, you need to be careful with vanity.


With the luxury of the church, one is very impressed,

They think that house of prayer is more blessed.

One sees that there is a lot of luxury and prosperity,

Thus, they imagine everything is part of the divine royalty.


They have that church as a standard to achieve,

They suppose God will work only in luxury.

There are many people who believe in this,

Thinking that God’s actions depend on the church’s majesty.


Temple’s appearance does not prevent God from acting,

It depends more on the people who are attending.

God acts according to each heart and soul,

For He does not pay attention to what the temple shows.


God sees what everyone is really feeling inside,

Not paying attention to what they pretend to be in their lives.

That is why it is possible to find luxurious and cold churches,

They have forgotten who they really came to worship.


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

Wednesday, August 6, 2025

The Shortcut to Ruin

My son, if sinful men entice you, do not give in to them. … These men lie in wait for their own blood; they ambush only themselves! Such are the paths of all who go after ill-gotten gain; it takes away the life of those who get it. Proverbs 1:10, 18-19

The glow from Davi’s smartphone was more of a torment than a distraction. Every scroll through his feed was a reminder of his failure. College friends showing off their new cars, trips abroad, newly purchased apartments. Meanwhile, he shared a studio apartment with a roommate, and his student loan statement looked like a phone number.

“God, I just need a chance,” he whispered to the moldy ceiling. He was a good programmer, smart, dedicated. But the market was saturated, and his salary barely covered his bills.

The “chance” appeared in the form of Fábio, an old college acquaintance who always seemed to have it easy. Fábio invited him for coffee in an upscale neighborhood, speaking with the confidence of someone who had already “made it.”

“Davi, forget that mediocre job of yours,” Fábio said, gesturing with an expensive watch on his wrist. “I’m on a new project. Big stuff. An investment app that uses a… let’s say, a ‘specialized’ algorithm. The return is insane.”

Davi’s eyes lit up.

“What kind of algorithm?”

Fábio smiled, a smile that did not reach his eyes.

“That’s where you come in. We need someone with your talent to make a few ‘tweaks’ to the platform. Nothing illegal, of course. It is just a way to… anticipate market trends. A shortcut.”

He opened the photo gallery on his phone, showing cars, parties on yachts, an apartment with a breathtaking view.

“Come with us, Davi. In six months, you will clear your debt. In a year, you will be living in a place like this. We are going to have it all!”

Fábio’s words were like music. A siren song that promised to drown all his financial worries. The invitation was for a second meeting, to meet “the other partners.”

Davi went home with his head spinning. The offer was far too tempting. That money would solve everything. He could finally help his parents, have a decent life, stop feeling like a failure. “Nothing illegal, of course,” Fábio’s phrase echoed, but with a false note his conscience could not ignore.

On Sunday, he went to the small church he had attended since he was a child. The pastor, a simple man, was preaching from the book of Proverbs.

“The wide path that seems right to a man,” he said, “often leads to a trap. Greed whispers that you deserve more, that you deserve it now, that you deserve it easy. But wisdom knows that a hasty harvest is often bitter.”

Every word was an arrow to Davi’s heart. He saw himself at a crossroads. On one side, Fábio’s path: wide, paved with promises of instant wealth. On the other, the path he knew: narrow, steep, but with the peace of a clear conscience.

During the week, the pressure from Fábio increased. Text messages. Phone calls. “So, are you going to count pennies forever?”

On the night of the scheduled meeting, Davi got dressed, his heart hammering in his chest. He looked at his reflection in the mirror. He saw the weariness in his eyes, the anxiety creasing his forehead. And then, he remembered the verse the pastor had quoted, “Such is the path of all the greedy; whoever follows it brings about his own destruction.”

He would not just be programming. He would be becoming an accomplice. He would be building his success on the losses of others. He would be setting a trap for his own soul.

With trembling fingers, he picked up his phone and typed a message to Fábio, “I appreciate the opportunity, but I’m out. This isn’t for me.”

The reply was immediate, full of scorn, “Your choice, sucker. Stay poor.”

Davi took a deep breath, feeling an immense relief, as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He might not have the apartment with the breathtaking view, but he would have peaceful nights of sleep. He had protected himself from that path.

Months later, a financial scandal was all over the news. An investment app was, in fact, a sophisticated pyramid scheme that had defrauded thousands of people. The photos of the “partners” being arrested were released. Among them, the pale, shocked face of Fábio.

Davi looked at the news on his computer screen in his humble studio apartment. He did not feel joy at another’s misfortune, but a deep, serene gratitude. He understood that true wealth was not in the assets one accumulates, but in the troubles one avoids. He had been tempted, but he had not consented. And that night, his pillow had never felt so soft.

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Monday, August 4, 2025

Lack of Bible

The Christian world had turned into division,

All this disunity has a clear reason.

The faithful ones read the Bible no longer,

They prefer to believe in what they hear.

 

They are believing in many false doctrines and lies,

Nobody checks if it agrees with the Bible, it is unwise.

They think that every person speaks on behalf of God,

And that everything they say was given by God.

 

That is why Christianity is so divided,

The Holy Book, the “practitioner” does not want to read.

This lack of commitment makes lies spread like fire,

And everyone will abandon God’s truth in their lives.

 

Christians need to pay attention to theology,

They will really understand the Bible and all of it.

They also need to read it every day, it is clear,

Applying it as a manual for their lives in reverent fear.

 

Only then, people will free themselves from deception,

They will no longer believe in false doctrines or misconceptions.

They will only practice the truths of God,

Christianity will be reformed and back to the Lord.


 It will be a reformation like the one of old,

Believing in the Bible and leaving people’s words.

Christianity will return to its original focus,

All the people will read the words of Jesus.


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

Friday, August 1, 2025

The Wonder of Creation

It is so wonderful, all of God’s creation,

Everything He made has a useful function.

Nature, with all its particularities,

It could only have been created by great ingenuity.

 

Details impossible to reconstruct,

In all living beings; their marvelous vital structures.

Not all human knowledge could create,

Only God Almighty could design everything, it is a fact.

 

In the design, God sketches his great perfection,

Showing to humankind the nature of His heart, his affection.

The Lord has a very loving heart,

Creating a perfect world for his people, a nice start.

 

In that empty world, some humans, He placed,

Soon that people multiplied,

And humans began to explore the earth,

Using the water, the mountains, and the herbs.

 

Humans saw that their activity was lucrative,

And decided that they would make a living from it.

They continued to exploit what God had left to them,

They did not worry about the earth’s renewal for their descendants.


 Because of greed, the world is condemned,

All natural resources will be depleted.

Humankind has destroyed the Creator’s perfect world,

Ending a great project of love.


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

Introduction

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...