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The following poem is based on Ezekiel 28


Fallen
by Belinda van Rensburg

High and exalted in God’s creation;
Model of perfection; blameless and wise -
He craved the most exalted station,
And desired God’s Throne as prize.

Adorned in jasper, onyx and gold
Chrysolite and sapphire;
Iniquity made him proud and bold;
Godhood his consuming desire.

Driven from heaven in total disgrace
Expelled from the Light above,
No more would he dwell in God's Holy Place
Nor feel His presence and love.

A spectacle before rulers and kings
Fallen fiends his unholy court;
Abysmal angels with stings and black wings;
Demons; lost souls his support.

He hates God's creatures - the sons of men -
His passion fuels fires in hell;
Concocting their doom in his infernal den;
Spinning his sinister spell.

Roaming the earth like a roaring lion,
On a mission to maim and to kill;
Waging war ‘gainst the children of Zion,
Attempting to thwart God's Will.

How he despises the day Christ came,
And freed many from his hold!
Nothing will ever again be the same
Since God's flock is now safe in His fold.

But still he roams and seeks to destroy
And to keep men from finding the Way;
Many a lie and slick trick he employs
To get us to fall and to stray.

Satan knows his fate has forever been sealed;
He knows what's awaiting him -
His destruction has long since been revealed
By the prophets of Heaven's own King.

© 2009​

Tears in Crystal Vials
by Belinda van Rensburg

What if the angels caught each tear we cried
In crystal vials trimmed with silver and gold,
To lay at the feet of the One Who resides
In Heavenly places to bless and behold?

What if the tears that we shed were collected
And strewn in the sky to catch the Son's rays;
His brilliant Light by each teardrop reflected
Painting a bow to remind and amaze?

The Sovereign Lord can change crying to laughter
And wipe the tears from our eyes;
Replacing our sorrows with joy-filled hereafters,
And turn ashes to rainbows to color our lives.

© 2008​

God Cares
by Belinda van Rensburg
 
A mother bird has built a nest
Which is quite different from the rest,
For there between the potted leaves
(not in the trees or under eaves)
She built a cozy little home
In which to raise her chick alone.

The pot was standing on a wall,
And to ensure it wouldn't fall
I moved it to a safer place
Where enemies could not give chase -
Then in the pot plant in the shade
One spotted little egg was laid.

Onto the porch I dare not go
To clean, to read, to knit or sew.
For fear of frightening Mommy dear
I kept my distance; I steered clear
And far away from chick and nest
So that she could relax and rest.

The long awaited day arrived,
And to make sure that it survived
I prayed and asked our God on High
To undertake 'till it could fly;
That He'd supply its every need
Until itself the chick could feed.

Yesterday it left the nest,
Feathered in its Sunday best.
Its mom seemed very agitated,
But pretty soon her fears abated;
The fledgling spread its wings to fly
And swept into the clear blue sky.

The moral of my story's thus:
God loves us and He's good to us;
He cares about things small and big
Including that one little chick
Hatched from an egg so oddly laid,
In a pot plant in the shade.

© 2008

Oh Enemy Mine!
by Belinda van Rensburg
 
Oh enemy mine just leave me be,
For I'm in Christ who set me free;
I'm not defenseless, on my own;
I now belong to Him alone.

I'll fear no terror of the night
For I live in God's holy light.
His banner over me is love;
He gives me good gifts from above.

He provides and He protects;
He guides me and directs my steps.
I am the apple of His eye
And will be 'till the day I die.

I was weak but now I'm strong;
I was lost, now I belong.
Flee, my enemy, turn around;
I'm His and I am heaven bound.

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