Timothy’s Brainwaves!

Aspiration softly stirring, my head laid upon my bed,
In the afternoon I thought I would be sleeping but something turns up instead.
The warm and peaceful thoughts of those who the LORD has put in my life,
The times of joy and fellowship with the brethren before the sprouting strife.
Oh, that I would see those days again before the covering of darkness,
Where life seemed brighter and happier before the incoming heaviness.
But what is this that I see and yearn for that’s is from before?
The walk that I had previously had before crashing to the floor.
I praise God He has delivered me and put me back to shore.
Yet, is it really the shore I’m on or am I on something else?
That’s softly and gently cruising along taking me slowly home?

Though scarred and muddied are the waters flowing deep inside of me,
JESUS, He’s lifted me up, and cleaned me out, He has remade me free.
Is His love sufficient? I find myself asking in various and different ways.
Why do I even question: Has may faith been shaken these days?
Truly, truly God stands upon His Word: "His grace is sufficient" for me.
Despite all this I still long for the things of the heavenly.
To feel my jaw quivering, to be Daddy’s little boy.
To feel the power of the Holy Ghost and with it the most bountiful joy.
It feels I’m struggling harder, and the gains are smaller too,
How I long for the things of the heavenly: I’m never going to give up - it’s true!

Such are the way things are, certainly this is quite the test.
Battling and struggling to regain ground, yet this is no time to rest.
For the end is coming fast and still a candidate awaiting rapture I be.
The end of the walk is more important than the start, I am beginning to see.
It matters not that one was righteous or wicked from before.
As the end is all that is of consequence and will determine the entry of which door.
One to paradise, and the other to hell, the choice is mine to make.
In reality, there is only but one choice for the other is to bake.
So here I am, today is now - where do I want to go?
Off to the heavenly things: to get lost in the flow.

Candidates awaiting rapture
When the angel’s trump sounds
We will fly away.

The time is short my friend,
As it’s coming to The End.
Are you ready to go to eternity?
Are you sure that you have been set free?

If not, you’re in for hard times in pain,
A tumultuous pain it will be.
And that’s only the start for those not under the Name.
Friend, open your eyes, and see.

Fast approaching is the black morass,
As God’s judgment on Earth is about to be passed!

Flames so dark and tormenting,
Consuming yet not consuming.
With people disfigured and contorting,
Without pause and ever resuming!

Where the stench is so strong that it’s suffocating,
With smoke so thick it burns the eyes.
Fear is all around and from everywhere emanating,
Without hope, a place where God won’t hear your cries.

Friend, it’s time to get right with God.
Obey the great news of the Gospel.

For it is not the pleasure of God to torment you,
Yet, He is righteous and is a God of judgment.
Therefore, He must repay you for all that you do.
It is His nature for He is Holy: He delights in judgment.

So go quickly my friend for today is the day of salvation!
Go forth and repent!
Be baptized in Jesus’ Name and make the migration,
From sin to righteousness in the great ascent!

Be covered by His precious blood,
And receive ye the gift of the Holy Ghost!

Be not deceived that you get this gift automatically,
As it comes with an outward visible sign.
As many out there will tell it to you falsely,
Saying that speaking in tongues is a thing of the olden time.

You must receive the gift of the Holy Ghost,
For that is the Spirit of our LORD.
Without it, you are none of His and will be as good as toast.
For with this gift, you’ll be in one mind and one accord.

Hear what the Spirit saieth unto the Churches,
The time commeth - Maranatha! Maranatha!

Proclaim it to the mountains!
Proclaim it to the valleys!
Come to the life giving fountains!
Come to the great feast of our LORD!

Come LORD JESUS, Come!

Apocalypse now, and for years it shall be,
As infinite as the deep dark sea.
A wave of pain will flood the land,
The Angel of Death with her icy hand.
Screams and wails and the gnashing of teeth,
Bodies lay unburied with much grief.
Disease and famine continue to spread,
As millions of soldiers will eat hot lead.
Oh woe! Oh woe is the world!
Of the missiles the nations have hurled,
Of nuclear, napalm, and chemical too,
A fiery death to the Lord’s untrue!
Terra’s cities will crumble,
Until its people are humbled.
Repent oh nations! Repent oh world!
Bring peace and harmony and stop discord.

This is a poem that I wrote back during Sophomore / Junior year (2000-2001). It’s also available on Poetry.com.