False Gods

People insist on adoring many things,

It can be an image or another thing...

They adore uselessly because there is no power in them.

 

The images have a mouth and cannot speak,

Ears and cannot hear.

Nor one living spirit to answer.

They always stay stopped, and there is no life in them.

 

They are works of sinner men,

They do it only to multiply worshipers,

In stone, metal, or wood,

They are made to multiply what is not good.

 

Because there is only one that we have to adore:

The Lord God!

He can hear our clamor,

We have to pray only to Him.

Only the Lord Almighty can change everything.

 

Do not seek gods made by humans,

They are bad works of mundane people.

They are an abomination to the true Lord,

He desires our pure praise and love.

 

Praise only the true God,

He will never forsake us,

Only He can save you, and to eternal life, He will take us.

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

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Retribution

People practice evil and do not care about anything,

There is no payback; it is what they think.

In their hearts, evil intentions will sprout,

They live plotting evil deeds to carry out.

They execute their evil works without a doubt.

This reckless thought process is wrong,

Everybody will be repaid for what they have done.

Nothing that has been done will go unpunished,

The Lord will repay according to his truth, undiminished.

Those who were good, God will repay with good,

Those who practiced evil will receive many evils.

This is the true justice that comes from the Lord,

Of all the earth, the judge only and great lawgiver id God.

There is no escape from God’s great justice,

Wherever a person is, He will reach them, his promise.

Therefore, it is essential to practice kindness,

Otherwise, they will receive great wickedness.

Before the Lord executes his judgment,

He still gives an opportunity to each of his children.

God tells his children to repent and change their ways,

Thus, He will soften his divine justice,

Even if softened, retribution will still take place.

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

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The Reflection in the Mirror

The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom, and knowledge of the Holy One is understanding … If you are wise, your wisdom will reward you; if you are a mocker, you alone will suffer. Proverbs 9:10,12

Five years had passed since the day of the fateful performance review. For Adriano, they had been years of constant growth. He was now the Creative Director of the agency, occupying Maurício’s old office, who had since retired. His wisdom was not just technical; he had learned that the fear of the Lord, the humility to recognize that he did not know everything, was the true beginning of his journey. He led his team with the same openness and respect with which he had learned to receive criticism. His life was a silent testament that the wisdom he sought was for his own good, a source of peace and prosperity.

Ronan, on the other hand, had become a professional nomad. He had gone through three different agencies in five years, leaving a trail of conflicts and unfinished projects. In each place, the story repeated itself: a promising start, followed by an inability to accept criticism, the creation of a toxic environment, and finally, a bitter departure. He was the mocker and the arrogant one, and the bill for his arrogance was coming due, heavy and exclusively for him.

Their meeting happened at an industry event, one of those noisy cocktail parties where everyone wears their best smiles and business cards. Adriano was surrounded by young designers who listened to him with admiration. Ronan was leaning in a corner, alone, observing the scene with a glass of whiskey in his hand and a familiar cynicism in his eyes.

“Well, well, if it isn’t the big boss,” Ronan said, approaching, his voice laden with an irony that barely concealed his bitterness. “Climbed the ladder fast, huh, Adriano? Kissed the right ass, I imagine.”

Adriano turned, and the smile on his face did not waver. There was no arrogance in it, only a genuine calm.

“Hi, Ronan. Good to see you. How are you?”

The simple question disarmed Ronan. He had expected a confrontation, an exchange of barbs. But Adriano was no longer in that game.

“I’m doing great,” Ronan lied. “Starting my own agency. Got tired of working for incompetent people.”

Adriano just nodded, without judgment.

“I wish you success.” And with a polite handshake, he excused himself and returned to his conversation.

The encounter, which lasted less than a minute, was enough to shake Ronan. Adriano’s peace, his quiet confidence, was a brutal contrast to the storm that raged inside him.

Later that night, Ronan arrived at his small, messy apartment. The “own agency” was just an idea, a bluff to mask the fact that he had been fired again the previous week. He looked at himself in the large mirror in the living room, one of the few pieces of furniture left from his glory days.

And, for the first time, he did not see the misunderstood genius. He saw a forty-year-old man, tired, lonely, and afraid. He remembered that day in Maurício’s office. He remembered Adriano. All the excuses he had built over the years—bad bosses, envious colleagues, bad luck—crumbled.

The truth hit him with the force of a punch. No one had done this to him. Not Maurício, not Adriano, not the “system.” He, and he alone, had borne the weight of his own arrogance. It had been an anchor, keeping him stuck in the same place while the world around him moved on. His refusal to learn had been his sentence.

The man in the mirror stared back at him, and there was nowhere to run. The wisdom Adriano had embraced had lifted him up. The arrogance Ronan had chosen had sunk him. And, in the silence of his apartment, he finally understood the loneliest truth of all: the harvest of our choices is non-transferable.

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The Love of God

God’s love for us all is sensational!

He acts supernaturally in our favor, exceptional!

He loves us so much that He sacrificed his Son,

So that his love would be known by everyone

Jesus Christ came to get us closer to God,

With the Holy Spirit touching each heart.

God does everything for us to feel His love,

He wants us to recognize Him as Lord.

It is impossible to express the love of the Lord!

For it is so immense that it escapes our comprehension.

It is a love so deep that it goes straight to the heart,

The feeling is so strong that it surpasses all emotion.

No matter how much I write, it is impossible to explain,

With words, this love cannot be demonstrated.

It is a love that only a believer can understand,

A love so strong that it makes everyone feel ashamed.

Embarrassment is a sign of gratitude,

We know we do not deserve this love; it is so good.

It was God who chose each one of us to love,

We were gifted with this love by the Sovereign Lord.

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

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The Mirror and the Shield

Do not rebuke mockers or they will hate you; rebuke the wise and they will love you. 9Instruct the wise and they will be wiser still; teach the righteous and they will add to their learning. Proverbs 9:8-9

The semi-annual performance review was a feared ritual at the agency. Maurício, the creative director, was known for his brutal honesty. On that day, he called two of his most promising young designers into his office: Ronan and Adriano. Both had worked on the same project, and the feedback would be about the same set of flaws.

Ronan went in first. He was talented but arrogant. He saw himself as a misunderstood genius. Maurício was direct, pointing out the inconsistencies in Ronan’s design, the lack of attention to the details of the brief, the missed deadlines.

“That’s not fair!” Ronan reacted, his defensiveness turning into aggression. “It was the brief’s fault for not being clear! And Adriano didn’t help me enough!”

He used the criticism as a shield, deflecting every point with an excuse or an accusation. He was the mocker.

“Ronan,” Maurício said, his patience already wearing thin, “I am trying to help you grow.”

“I don’t need that kind of help,” Ronan retorted. “If you can’t see the value of my work, maybe I’m in the wrong place.”

He left the room, slamming the door, leaving behind an atmosphere of hostility. Maurício sighed. He had tried to rebuke the arrogant man, and it had turned into an affront. Ronan, instead of learning, spent the rest of the day complaining to his colleagues, hating Maurício for having dared to criticize him.

Next, it was Adriano’s turn. He entered the room nervous, but with an open posture. He knew the project had not been his best work.

Maurício repeated the same critique, point by point. Adriano listened in silence, his face focused. He did not interrupt. He made no excuses. He used the feedback as a mirror, forcing himself to see the flaws that his pride tried to hide.

When Maurício finished, Adriano took a deep breath.

“Thank you, Maurício,” he said, his voice sincere. “I needed to hear that. Where do you think I could have focused more? Do you have any advice on how I can better organize my process to avoid these mistakes in the future?”

He was the wise man. The rebuke did not diminish him; it instructed him.

Maurício leaned back in his chair, surprised and impressed. What had been a confrontation with Ronan became a mentoring session with Adriano. They spent the next hour talking, drawing new strategies on a whiteboard. Adriano left the room not with anger, but with gratitude. He had been rebuked, and because of it, he came to love and respect his director even more.

In the following months, the trajectories of the two became a case study.

Ronan, embittered, isolated himself. His work became sloppy, his attitude toxic. He saw conspiracies everywhere, believing that Maurício was “picking on him.” Eventually, he resigned, blaming the “agency’s culture” for his failure.

Adriano, on the other hand, flourished. He applied every piece of advice. He became more organized, more collaborative, wiser. He began to proactively ask for feedback. He and Maurício developed a relationship of deep mutual respect. A year later, when a team leadership position opened up, the choice was obvious.

Adriano learned, in practice, that criticism is not what defines us. How we react to it does. To the arrogant, it is an insult that breeds hatred. To the wise, it is a gift that breeds love and makes them wiser still.

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This poem is part of the book Life Through the Words.

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The Fall of Human Being

Someone like himself, God has created,

He created the man whom He has loved.

Like his image and likeness, God has made him,

Upon the Earth, God granted him leadership.

 

The Lord did not want to see the man lonely,

He created a life mate for him.

One woman who was his own flesh,

One life mate who would support him.

 

The first couple was made.

All trees and fruits were given to them,

They could not eat only one in the garden,

If they ate, surely, they would die.

 

Even so, they preferred to disobey,

The serpent’s advice, they heeded.

Their eyes were opened, and they could see everything.

They got afraid and hid when God was coming.

 

The Lord was not pleased with this attitude,

He cursed the serpent and its life,

They were expelled from paradise.

They were thrown into the common land.

 

Now, they will have to work to get food,

They will suffer many pains in their lives.

All of it is because they did not obey God.

And they tasted what was forbidden by the Lord.

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

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The Prepared Table

Wisdom has built her house; she has set up its seven pillars … Leave your simple ways and you will live; walk in the way of insight. Proverbs 9:1,6

The “highest point” of the city, for young people like Enzo, was the overpass above the train tracks. It was there that life happened, or rather, where life was wasted. Amidst graffiti and the noise of the train cars, they would spend their afternoons, aimless, feeding on boredom and empty dreams of easy money. Enzo, at seventeen, felt a restlessness, a desire for something more, but the inertia of the group kept him trapped. He was the “simple,” the “naive,” drifting without direction.

The invitation arrived in an unexpected way. Not from an angel, but from a “servant” in the form of a crumpled flyer he found on the bus floor. The flyer announced the opening of the “Seven Pillars Project,” an old mansion renovated by a lady everyone knew only as Mrs. Eliana.

Mrs. Eliana was Wisdom personified. A former school principal who, after retirement, invested all her time and resources to build her “house.” The “seven pillars” were the workshops she offered: academic tutoring, computer programming, music, carpentry, English, financial literacy, and vocational counseling. She had prepared her “feast,” mixed her “wine”—knowledge, dignity, hope.

“Need direction? Come on over!” the flyer said. The words seemed to speak directly to Enzo.

“Are you going to get into that, Enzo?” his friend, Cadu, scoffed when he saw the flyer. “Going to become the granny’s pet? We make our own way on the streets. It’s faster.”

Despite the mockery, a stubborn curiosity led Enzo to the mansion’s gate. He peeked through the bars. He saw young people like himself, but with a different light in their eyes, learning to fix a computer, to play the guitar. He saw the prepared table. And he felt hungry. Hungry for something the street did not offer.

With his heart pounding, he went inside.

Mrs. Eliana greeted him with a smile that was not of pity, but of expectation.

“We were waiting for you,” she said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “There is a place for you.”

Enzo started with the carpentry workshop. His hands, once used to holding spray paint cans, learned to handle the plane and the chisel. He discovered the joy of transforming a rough piece of wood into something useful and beautiful. He was eating the “bread” of creation, of purpose.

Next, he went to the programming class. His mind, previously anesthetized by boredom, lit up with the logic and creativity of code. He was drinking the “wine” of knowledge, of possibility.

The transformation was not just external. By talking with Mrs. Eliana and the other mentors, he learned about responsibility, integrity, and a vision for the future. He was abandoning the “folly” of an aimless life.

Months later, Cadu found him at the project’s exit. Enzo was carrying a small wooden stool he had built himself, a gift for his mother.

“Still wasting your time in there, man?” Cadu asked, but his voice held less mockery and more curiosity.

Enzo looked at his own hands, now with small calluses from work. He looked at the stool, a symbol of his transformation.

“I’m not wasting time, Cadu,” he replied, with a calmness he did not possess before. “I’m gaining a life.”

He had accepted the invitation. He had sat at Wisdom’s table and, for the first time, he felt truly nourished. Life, with all its possibilities, was just beginning.

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The Flood

The Lord was saddened by his creation,

He saw human beings only generate devastation.

The wickedness mastered everyone.

There was no kindness in no one.

 

God decided to destroy everything,

He will send to the Earth the great flooding.

Before all this happens,

There was a servant that God desired to protect,

Noah was a man blessed by God,

God would save him and his beloved ones.

 

Build an ark. God commanded him,

And every pair of animals would come in.

So that every kind of animal will keep alive,

After the rains, they will start a new Earth and life.

 

There will not remain any human beings,

All wickedness of the Earth will be cleansed.

Until the highest mountains will be flooded.

The Earth will seem like a big lake.

 

After to happen everything,

The waters started receding.

The land could be seen again.

The hope of a new life arose in them.

 

God led them until they came out of the ark.

The promise of fidelity has been confirmed.

In gratitude, Noah sacrificed,

About that, the Lord delighted.

A new covenant with Noah was established,

Another time, this world will never be destroyed.

There will be a sign to people recognize,

How much God showed his love for their lives.

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

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Modern Christianity

The Christian religion is modernizing,

And with its modernity comes sin.

For some people, everything is right,

But this is a deception in their minds.

 

In church, worldly doctrines are placed,

The practices of the sinners are imitated.

The pretext for this is that Jesus will be preached,

They do everything to justify wrong deeds.

 

Secular music is already used in some places,

It is no longer possible to separate it from praise.

Many churches are like musical presentations,

It is not possible to notice the Lord’s adoration.

 

Some temples are secularized,

Where the customs of sinners are practiced.

There are even pastors preaching using profanities,

People suppose it is normal, it is part of the preaching.

 

There are leaders concerned about entertaining,

They allow all to happen in church without discerning.

Many of these happenings are wrong,

For a strange gospel, the people are going on.

 

All people are led to the gospel of secularization,

A gospel based on human beings and emotions.

They are totally deviated from what Jesus said,

Going through the path that humans indicated.

On this path, there is no way to salvation,

It is the way that leads the person to condemnation.

Only the Gospel of Christ can save everyone,

Only the “old” Gospel can free each person.

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

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Watching at the Door

Listen to my instruction and be wise; do not disregard it. Blessed are those who listen to me, watching daily at my doors, waiting at my doorway. For those who find me find life and receive favor from the Lord. But those who fail to find me harm themselves; all who hate me love death.” Proverbs 8:33-36

The news of the company merger landed like a meteor, and the layoff list that followed was the shockwave. On it were two names, side by side: Danilo and Gilson. Both with more than fifteen years at the company, both at the peak of their careers, both with families and mortgages. Both, in the blink of an eye, unemployed.

That night, Gilson’s house was filled with the sounds of death. Not physical death, but the death of hope.

“It’s over!” he yelled at his wife, who tried to calm him. “Years of dedication thrown in the trash! They betrayed me! I hate this company; I hate this city!”

He spent the night drinking, cursing his luck, sinking into a pit of self-pity and rage. He hated the counsel that told him to be calm, to trust. To him, wisdom was a bad joke in the face of life’s brutality.

At Danilo’s house, the silence was also heavy, but it was not the silence of despair. It was the silence of pain being processed in prayer. He hugged his wife, he cried, he allowed himself to feel the weight of the blow. But in the midst of his anguish, he made a choice. He decided to “watch daily at wisdom’s doors.”

The next morning, while Gilson was still asleep, drowned in his hangover of bitterness, Danilo rose before the sun. He had no office to go to, but he created a new routine. He spent the first hour of the day reading the Bible and praying, not asking for a miraculous job, but asking for clarity, strength, and direction. He was, metaphorically, waiting at the gate for Wisdom’s entrance.

Gilson spent the following weeks immersed in his own violated soul. He rejected calls from friends, spent his days in pajamas, watching news programs that only fed his anger at the world. He became a fountain of bitterness, and his family began to distance themselves from the toxic cloud he had become. He loved the death of his own spirit.

Danilo, on the other hand, began to act. He updated his résumé. He made a list of all his skills. He called his contacts, not to complain, but to ask for advice and referrals. He enrolled in an online course to learn a new programming language. He was watching, attentive to opportunities. He did not know where help would come from, but he kept himself ready at the door.

The difference became clear in a job interview. Gilson finally got one, but his bitterness overflowed. He spoke ill of his former company, complained about the economy, and projected the energy of a victim. He did not get the job.

Danilo also faced rejections. But in every interview, he spoke of his years at the company with gratitude for what he had learned. He spoke of the future with a cautious but genuine optimism. He did not deny the difficulty of the situation, but his identity was not defined by it.

Two months later, Danilo received an offer. It was not for the same position or with the same salary as before. It was a new beginning, at a smaller company, but with a culture he admired. It was a door.

As he told his wife the news, he felt a deep joy. He had found life. Not because he had found a new job, but because, in the process, he had found a resilience he did not know he possessed. He had found peace in the midst of uncertainty. He had found the Lord’s favor, not in the form of a life without problems, but in the form of strength to get through them.

One day, he ran into Gilson at the supermarket. Gilson looked older, worn down.

“I heard about your new job,” Gilson said, with a hint of envy. “You’ve always been luckier than me.”

Danilo looked at his former colleague with compassion.

“It wasn’t luck, Gilson,” he said gently. “We were both hit by the same storm. The only difference is that, in the darkness, I decided to keep watching, waiting for the morning light. You, unfortunately, decided to close the door.”

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Job’s Justification

Job was going through great affliction,

The pains were so many that his heart was dying.

Some friends came to cry with him,

For many days they did not say anything.

 

After crying and being silent, Job pronounced,

The day that he was born, he cursed.

For him, there was no sense living in that way,

He thought it was better to have his last living day.

 

Something pleasant, their friends tried to say,

They tried to justify their friend’s pains.

But they could not calm down the spirit of Job.

Job spoke that he would justify himself before God.

 

Those who were with Job tried to exhort him,

But affliction did not allow him to consider anything.

Job thought that God had come to punish him,

And there will be no end to his suffering.

 

The Lord came to speak after that argumentation,

God came to hear Job’s justification.

He said that before Him there is no vindication,

God’s designs cannot be explained.

The only thing left for humans is to accept them.

 

Job’s wisdom and knowledge, the Lord questioned,

He did not reply and humiliated himself in the powder.

Job admitted that God’s will was not clear to him,

And the plans of God were not comprehended by him.

 

God ordered them to sacrifice,

They would do atonement for their lives.

Job’s affliction was eliminated by the Lord,

The wealth that Job had was doubled by God.

After that, for many days, Job lived,

Old and full of richness, he has died.

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

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Rest and Sin

“Not today, but tomorrow I’ll do everything,

A little rest, then, I’ll be ready for this.

Don’t hurry up, you don’t need to get concerned,

Tomorrow or later, everything will be executed.”

 

There is a serious sin in these words,

They are creating gaps to escape from work.

Those sayings exude procrastination,

They poison the mind with a sweet illusion.

 

The body is assaulted by laziness,

Working in a permanent state of slowness.

The mind gets happy about this condition,

They think this is a favorable situation.

 

The procrastinator’s life is being thrown away,

They are wasting each one of their days.

Negating the great gifts they received,

Rejecting everything that God has conceded.

 

God gave them a spectacular mind,

Infinite imaginations they can find.

The Lord gave them a majestic body,

The perfect complement for their mind.

The procrastinator dishonors their Creator,

They despise the Lord's plan and effort.

This person lives without reverence,

Acting complete and utter negligence.

 

The need for change is urgent and undeniable,

The person needs to be responsible.

Fleeing from laziness and procrastination,

Hugging the effort and dedication.

 

God will forgive and reward them,

The sources of blessings will be open.

The person will live what they never imagined,

All will take place because they worked.

 

Enormous fruits will be generated,

Marvelous miracles will be collected.

There will be no room for poverty,

They will live in abundance and prosperity.

This poem is part of the book Words of Faith.

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The Architect of the Tides

I, wisdom, dwell together with prudence; I possess knowledge and discretion … The Lord brought me forth as the first of his works, before his deeds of old … before he made the world or its fields or any of the dust of the earth … rejoicing in his whole world and delighting in mankind. Proverbs 8:12, 22, 26, 31

Master Francisco’s shipyard smelled of sea salt, wood, and eternity. Francisco, a man whose wrinkles seemed to map all the seas he had never sailed, spent his days in a slow, deliberate dance, transforming oak planks into the skeleton of a new fishing boat.

His only constant visitor was Toni, an eight-year-old boy with eyes full of whys. Toni was not interested in toys; he was interested in the order of things.

“Master Francisco,” Toni asked one day, as he watched the old craftsman fit a rib with millimeter precision. “Why does the boat float?”

Francisco did not stop his work.

“Because I designed it to, my little one. I know the weight of the wood, the strength of the water. I follow a plan. If I just put the pieces together any which way, it would sink.”

The boy was silent for a moment, processing.

“Is that why clouds float and rocks sink?” he asked.

Francisco smiled. He loved that boy’s mind.

“Exactly. God, the Great Builder, also had a plan. He established the heavens with an understanding we can only imagine. Everything in its proper place.”

Toni pointed to the sea, which was breaking rhythmically on the beach just a few meters away.

“And the sea? Why does it stop there? Why doesn’t it just keep going and swallow everything?”

Francisco put down his hammer and sat on a wooden stool, inviting the boy to sit beside him.

“Ah, that’s one of my favorite parts of the story,” the old man said. “When God designed the world, Wisdom was with Him. Like an architect, a master craftsman. She was there when He made the clouds firm above and established the fountains of the deep. And it was she who said to the sea: ‘You shall go no farther than this. Here is where your proud waves halt.’”

He spoke not like one reciting dogma, but like one sharing the secret of a great work of art.

“Wisdom is not just a bunch of rules, Toni. She is the balance. She is the design. She is the reason the world is not chaos. She delighted in the Builder’s presence, and their joy was so great that it overflowed and created everything we see.”

Toni looked at his own small hands, then at Francisco’s calloused ones.

“So, when you build the boat, are you using a little bit of that same Wisdom?”

Francisco’s eyes sparkled. The boy had understood.

“Yes, my son. That’s exactly it. Every time a carpenter chooses the right wood, every time a farmer plants in the right season, every time a mother teaches her child to be kind… we are all using a fragment of that same Architect who rejoiced with the Creator at the beginning of time. And our greatest delight,” he said, ruffling Toni’s hair, “is to see sons, like you, learning to admire her.”

Toni did not understand all the words, but he understood the feeling. He looked at the boat’s skeleton, at the sea, at the clouds. And, for the first time, he did not just see things. He saw a design. A magnificent plan, from the smallest shell on the sand to the largest star in the sky. And at the heart of that design, he felt the presence of an ancient joy, the same joy he now felt beside the old boat builder.

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Seeking Acknowledgment

We want to be recognized,

We desire to be applauded,

We long to be noticed,

We want to be valued.

 

We fight for something to happen,

We battle to get people’s acknowledgment.

We dream about that amazing occasion,

On which we will have a great reputation.

 

These wishes are natural,

Everybody wants to feel special,

To feel there is a purpose in what is done,

To feel that we are the best ones.

 

However, it seems we are invisible,

It seems we are contemptible.

Nobody gives us a piece of attention,

Nobody shows any consideration.

 

All that is done seems vainly,

This sensation is heartbreaking.

We did our best in everything,

And we only receive apathy.

The pain blinds our comprehension,

We forget who is seeing our actions.

We forget for whom we are working,

It is not for a simple human being.

 

We are working to the Lord,

He sees us with immeasurable value.

Even if nobody gives us attention,

God applauds our dedication.

 

God is a witness to all we did,

He comprehends our feelings.

The Father gives us strength to continue,

And many more things, we will execute.

 

We must calm ourselves and rest,

We know who waits our best.

Let us do our best effort to the Lord,

He will pour out upon us His abundant favor.

This poem is part of the book Words of Faith.

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One Right Life

The Christian needs to be virtuous,

Doing everything right and avoiding evils.

All right things, he must do,

Then, the testimony about him will be good.

 

The people will look at him and say:

In him, God’s qualities, I can see,

He acts differently in his life,

He does not deceive, pervert, or lie.

 

The Christian’s life will be seen by everyone,

They will see a good heart in that person,

One person who carries too many beliefs,

And they do not walk with the deceivers.

 

The people will see how life is,

One life that has a Bible basis.

They are not let led by external things,

They are not contaminated with wrongdoings.

They will always have a good testimony.

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

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The Voice at the Crossroads

Does not wisdom call out? Does not understanding raise her voice? … for wisdom is more precious than rubies, and nothing you desire can compare with her. Proverbs 8:1,11

Laís stood at a crossroads, but not on a real street. It was a silent crossroads, in the middle of the kitchen of her luxurious house, as she prepared breakfast for her husband, Rubens. On one side was the path of security: a life of material comfort, social status, and the stability that Rubens offered her. On the other was an uncertain path, shrouded in mist, that promised only one thing: her own soul back.

Rubens was not a monster. He was worse. He was a master of subtle manipulation. His criticisms came disguised as “care,” his control as “protection.”

“Are you really going to wear that, my love? It doesn’t flatter you,” he would say, undermining her confidence. “Let me handle the finances. You don’t have the head for it,” he would insist, keeping her in a state of childlike dependence.

The voice of wisdom, however, was calling out. It did not shout; it whispered.

It called from the “high places” of her memory: the recollection of the strong, independent woman she was before she married, the competent professional who had given up her career at his request.

It stood “on the pathways” during her trips to the bookstore, where her eyes were drawn to books on relationships and self-esteem. She would flip through them secretly, feeling a mixture of shame and recognition.

It was “at the city gates” in the voice of her sister, who would tell her on the phone: “Laís, this isn’t normal. Love doesn’t diminish; it doesn’t imprison.”

And it cried out “at the doors” in the worried gazes of her few friends, whom Rubens had subtly pushed out of her life.

But the voice of fear shouted louder. The fear of uncertainty, of not being able to support herself, of being judged by society, of being alone. The silver and gold of the lifestyle Rubens provided seemed more valuable than the instruction her soul longed for.

The breaking point came on a Tuesday night. Rubens had organized a dinner for a potential client. Laís spent the entire day preparing everything. During dinner, she dared to disagree with one of Rubens’s political viewpoints. It was a mild, polite disagreement.

Later, after the guest had left, Rubens’s fury came, cold and cutting.

“You humiliated me,” he said, his voice low. “You made me look like a fool in front of an important man. Who do you think you are to have an opinion?”

That night, Laís did not sleep. His words echoed in her mind. She realized, with a painful clarity, that he did not love her. He possessed her. And the price of her security was her silence, her identity.

The next morning, in the kitchen, as the aroma of coffee mixed with the scent of her anguish, she found herself at the final crossroads. The voice of wisdom was calling out louder than ever, no longer as a whisper, but as a warning cry.

She looked at the luxury car in the garage, at the expensive furniture, at the gold on her finger. And, for the first time, she saw them for what they were: weights, not prizes.

She took off her apron. She went to the bedroom, took a small suitcase, and packed only the essentials. She left the diamond ring on the bed. As she walked out the front door, she felt a paralyzing terror, but also a rush of fresh air, as if she were emerging from a place underwater.

The path ahead of her was unknown. She had no job, no home, no plan. But she had herself. And she had chosen. She had chosen instruction over silver, knowledge over gold. She had chosen wisdom. And although she did not know where she was going, for the first time in many years, she felt that she was, finally, on the right path.

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This story is part of my book Everyday Wisdom

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Asking for Wisdom

Lord, one thing, I will ask for you,

It is something that will help me to follow you.

Something that will help me every day,

Lord God, wisdom, it is what I ask you.

 

From the Lord comes all understanding,

His wisdom does not add any pain.

To have your wisdom will bring happy times,

To have your wisdom will give me a new life.

 

May the Lord give me good discernment,

Helping me to make decisions at all moments.

Then, I will always choose the best option,

Then, I will have no regrets about my decision.

 

I can help other people if I have wisdom,

I will give good advice to any person,

May my mouth say what comes from the Lord,

Then the person will hear a loving word.

 

With wisdom, I will not walk in other ways,

For any other path, I will not deviate.

May in my life, the Lord always can be,

For more wisdom, He can give me.

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

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Regression

Some current churches are experiencing a regression,

Many are turning to ancient customs of Judaism.

They add Jewish practices to the teachings of Christianity.

They are walking contrary to what Jesus taught,

They do not live according to the new covenant that Christ proclaimed.

Many of them turn to the worship of the Ark of the Covenant,

They think that by venerating it, their prayer will be more efficient.

Other symbols have also been inserted in the middle of the altar,

They are mystical objects that the “Christian” should use and admire.

In many Christian churches, it is even possible to find a shofar.

The churches that have these practices are very backward,

They stopped in the time of the Law and follow those words.

It seems that they have not yet heard the Gospel of the Lord,

They do not know the Gospel of Christ, which is liberating,

The Gospel of Christ was against oppressive traditionalism.

Christ came to Earth to make a new covenant with the people,

To all who believe in Him, Jesus showed his renewal.

Jesus showed that loving God is more than just a tradition,

Loving the Lord is something that goes from the spirit to the heart, a mission.

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

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The Apple of the Eye

My son, keep my words and store up my commands within you. Keep my commands and you will live; guard my teachings as the apple of your eye. Do not let your heart turn to her ways or stray into her paths. 6Many are the victims she has brought down; her slain are a mighty throng. Her house is a highway to the grave, leading down to the chambers of death. Proverbs 7:1-2, 25-27

Alex lived a well-ordered life, like the clean code he took so much pride in writing. An IT professional, married to Lilian, father of a young girl, his routine was a stable system of work, family, and church service. The commandment of faithfulness was not a burden to him; it was a principle, the “apple of his eye,” something to be protected instinctively.

Simone entered his life in the most unlikely of places: on the committee for a volunteer project to develop a humanitarian aid app. She was the project manager, dedicated, efficient, and with an impressive ability to make everyone feel special. Especially Alex.

“Alex, your logic is brilliant,” she would say in meetings, and he would feel a warmth of recognition that went beyond the professional. She began to contact him outside of work hours with “urgent questions” about the project, which invariably drifted into more personal conversations.

She was a subtle huntress. She shared stories of her “loneliness” amidst success, creating a narrative in which he, the good and stable man, was the only one who understood her. She was never vulgar; her seduction was a perfume, not an assault. She would praise Lilian, his wife, which completely disarmed Alex. “You two have something so precious. Take good care of her.” The irony was the bait.

Alex began to rationalize. “It is for the project. I am just being a good colleague, a good Christian.” But he started hiding the conversations from Lilian. He started waiting for the notification with her name on it. He was allowing a stranger to get too close to the “apple of his eye.”

The trip to implement the app in a remote community was the perfect setting for the kill. During the day, they worked side by side, surrounded by poverty and need, which created a false sense of shared purpose. At night, the team would gather at the small hotel, exhausted.

On one of these nights, Simone called him out to the balcony. “I need some advice,” she said, her voice low, the moon illuminating the vulnerability on her face. She spoke of an “abusive ex-boyfriend,” painting a picture of fragility that awakened Alex’s protective instinct. He felt like the hero of her story.

“You’re such a good man, Alex,” she whispered, moving closer. “So safe.”

At that moment, all the alarms his conscience had been sounding for weeks were silenced by vanity. He was no longer the logical programmer. He was the fool who, flattered, forgot the danger.

What happened next was not an explosion of passion, but a silent, shameful surrender. It was as if he were watching a stranger in his own body.

The next morning, reality hit him with the force of a physical blow. Simone was different. The vulnerability had vanished, replaced by a casual, almost cold, familiarity. She treated him like a colleague, nothing more. There was no drama, no promises, no guilt. Just a silence that accused him.

He looked at himself and saw himself with a horrifying clarity. He had not been her hero; he had been just an item checked off a list, a conquest. The hunt was over.

He was the ox going to the slaughter.

The flight back was torture. Every mile that brought him closer to home was another step toward the life he had set on fire. As he walked into his living room, the smell of his home, his daughter’s drawing pinned to the fridge, the photo of his wedding in the picture frame—everything that was once his source of peace was now his sentence.

Lilian greeted him with a hug. And in that embrace, he fell apart. The guilt broke him.

He did not know if his marriage would survive. He did not know how he would rebuild the trust he had pulverized. He only knew that, in a moment of foolish vanity, he had let the hunter get too close. He had not kept his commandments, had not protected the apple of his eye. And now, like the bird flying into the snare, he was trapped, not knowing that it would cost him his life. The life that he, so carefully, had built.

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This story is part of my book Everyday Wisdom

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Five Pillars

There are five pillars on which a Christian should lean,

Five statements that help the believer stand firm.

These statements are considered fundamental principles,

They are statements that bring Christians closer to the Creator.

The first is Sola Fide, only faith in God can justify,

Having many works and no faith is a useless life.

It is necessary to always have an unshakeable faith in the word of the Lord,

It is necessary to have complete confidence that Jesus is the Savior.

The second, Solus Christus, only Christ can save,

Between human beings and God, only Jesus can advocate.

There is no other way to reach the Lord,

Jesus is and always will be the true and definitive mediator.

The third, Sola Gratia, only grace can save everyone,

God’s Grace is the undeserved favor above his loved ones.

Grace is a gift from God, and no one can deserve it,

It is given to humans because of His great love, power, and mercy.

The fourth, Sola Scriptura, Scripture is the only divine source,

Only in the Word of God is what is necessary for life, of course.

Scripture is divinely inspired and ready to be preached,

On each of its pages, the glory of God is reached.

The fifth, Soli Deo Gloria, glory belongs only to God,

All should glorify only the holy name of the Lord.

The Lord is the only Living God that all should worship,

No one is worthy of any honor or adoration.

Only the Lord should be honored for working salvation.

If everyone reflects on these five points, they will have a new vision,

They will see with greater clarity the Lord Jesus and salvation.

People will see that only God has the power to save,

And only the Word of the Lord will never fade.

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

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