Christian Inspired Poetry
"Mustard Seed" Confession of Faith
I'm grateful I have kept, my sense of humor.
It's gotten me through troubled times before.
With all respect for God, it has been rumored,
That all our life's a test, and nothing more.
Your will is only free, if you should use it.
And yes, we do need rules to get along.
Freedom can be stolen, we can lose it.
Hiding will not save you, and it's wrong.
Even hearts of stone, with faith can soften,
that little voice you hear inside your head.
God is in us all. He speaks quite often.
But Satan whispers too, don't be mislead.
We all make a choice which voice to follow.
The two are very different, night and day.
For me, I choose the path of Light that's Hallowed.
From there my friend, for your soul, I will pray.
I laugh... for I once thought money essential.
Gold, the only measure of success.
Death deems all earthly goods, inconsequential.
My self esteem and faith I now profess.
No, I've never seen the blessed hand of God,
but I've looked in Satan's eyes, a time or two.
Lucifer's glare was cold and sharp and yawed.
If he is real, I know that God is too.
It was Satan, that brought the times of sorrow.
The Devil laughed, and tortured me there of.
It was Jesus Christ, who brought a new tomorrow.
I persevered and found redemption in God's love.
© Michael J. Nappi
It's gotten me through troubled times before.
With all respect for God, it has been rumored,
That all our life's a test, and nothing more.
Your will is only free, if you should use it.
And yes, we do need rules to get along.
Freedom can be stolen, we can lose it.
Hiding will not save you, and it's wrong.
Even hearts of stone, with faith can soften,
that little voice you hear inside your head.
God is in us all. He speaks quite often.
But Satan whispers too, don't be mislead.
We all make a choice which voice to follow.
The two are very different, night and day.
For me, I choose the path of Light that's Hallowed.
From there my friend, for your soul, I will pray.
I laugh... for I once thought money essential.
Gold, the only measure of success.
Death deems all earthly goods, inconsequential.
My self esteem and faith I now profess.
No, I've never seen the blessed hand of God,
but I've looked in Satan's eyes, a time or two.
Lucifer's glare was cold and sharp and yawed.
If he is real, I know that God is too.
It was Satan, that brought the times of sorrow.
The Devil laughed, and tortured me there of.
It was Jesus Christ, who brought a new tomorrow.
I persevered and found redemption in God's love.
© Michael J. Nappi
"Casting Shadow"
Beauty hides in the night.
I've seen glimpses in penumbra.
Cloaked not, from men of might,
but by shadows and their hunger.
Macerated flesh and bone,
hope and hearts ingested bare.
Blackness, where light's unknown,
through grievous curtains of despair.
Languidly assembling with power,
the gates of horizon burst in flame.
Light of righteous... God's burning flower,
blooming the dawn of day's exclaim.
Swelling numbers through the night.
The fallen, in caliginous corners there,
waiting... for the flicker of hope's light.
Evil shadows papal house of prayer.
For those who've read the holy book,
or have merely glanced onto the end.
See soon... how tribulations look,
Man's moral credit overextends.
Afore all sanguine prayers are lost,
and darkness holds triumph in sight.
Fallen cast out, in thunderous accost,
by our Savior's Holy Light.
Embrace this knowledge, without fear,
for those who life did not misspend.
True peace will follow, a thousand years,
heretofore earth's time will end.
© Michael J. Nappi
I've seen glimpses in penumbra.
Cloaked not, from men of might,
but by shadows and their hunger.
Macerated flesh and bone,
hope and hearts ingested bare.
Blackness, where light's unknown,
through grievous curtains of despair.
Languidly assembling with power,
the gates of horizon burst in flame.
Light of righteous... God's burning flower,
blooming the dawn of day's exclaim.
Swelling numbers through the night.
The fallen, in caliginous corners there,
waiting... for the flicker of hope's light.
Evil shadows papal house of prayer.
For those who've read the holy book,
or have merely glanced onto the end.
See soon... how tribulations look,
Man's moral credit overextends.
Afore all sanguine prayers are lost,
and darkness holds triumph in sight.
Fallen cast out, in thunderous accost,
by our Savior's Holy Light.
Embrace this knowledge, without fear,
for those who life did not misspend.
True peace will follow, a thousand years,
heretofore earth's time will end.
© Michael J. Nappi
