IN HELL
You will lift up your eyes being in torment
Who is Jesus Christ really? And what did He really say about your Soul?
Life or Death?
Billions of souls,
that roam around.
Can remain lost,
or choose to be found.
Seeking and finding,
is where it must start.
Following Jesus,
with an open heart.
Life is temporary,
death is the end.
But where you end up,
is not pretend.
It is a choice,
most will ignore.
It is simple to make,
nothing more.
Life doesn't get better,
for those not saved.
Instead it is doomed,
and Paradise is waived.
Being lost is about pleasure,
enjoying the best.
Not worrying about the end,
ignoring the rest.
Death will come,
but it doesn't end there.
Heaven or Hell,
our Savior knows where.
Life after death,
always comes as a choice.
Listen to His Word,
listen to His voice.
Heaven or Hell,
above and below.
Trust in Him,
and you home you will know.
A poem by Denise
March 17th, 2025
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Glory, Glory:
Glory, glory praise His Name,
Dying for us is why He came.
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Seek Him now, Salvation is free.
Sweet forgivenness for you and me.
Glory, Glory, Christ our King!
When you are His, the angels will sing....
Washed in the Blood by the crucified One.
Glory, Glory to God the Son.
Glory, Glory, help us see.
Draw us near to set us free.
Help us live to walk with You!
Glory, Glory, the chosen few.
A song by Denise,
April 10th, 2025
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Spiritual Leader:
To keep good faith,
and to Spiritually grow.
Once must follow,
one must know.
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Having a good leader,
won't string you along.
A true follower of Christ,
that knows right from wrong.
As a woman....
I needed someone to lead.
To Spiritually guide me,
to help listen, to sow Seed.
I was lost,
I was blind.
Having someone to lead,
helped me find.
Those who follow Jesus,
always seek, always trust.
Shedding their old flesh,
to be reborn, a must.
We all need guidance,
but in the right way.
I pray you seek,
trust and obey.
Following this world,
and staying lost.
Takes you to dark places,
in the end, it will cost.
Seek Him with passion,
follow your heart.
Finding the right leader,
is the best way to start.
Born February, 26th, 1960,
Baptized in Christ, September, 2014.
It took me 54 years,
To find faith and trust.
Thanks to a good leader,
who lead me to the truth.
Now I see,
now I trust.
A poem by Denise,
April 20th, 2025
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What would Jesus Say?
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When you are questioned,
confused or in disarray,
Before you answer,
what would Jesus say?
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When you are troubled,
and want to run.
Remember who He is,
The Risen Son.
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Don't ignore Him,
or stray very far.
He is the Son of Righteousness,
the Bright and Morning Star.
Fighting your flesh,
going the wrong way.
Do you want to know,
what would Jesus say?
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He wants you to seek,
He wants you to find.
Leave this world,
and it old flesh behind.
Follow His Teachings,
pick up your cross.
Be wise and fruitful,
you will never again be lost.
Don't look back,
is what Jesus would say.
Only look to Heaven,
as of today.....
A poem by Denise,
May 14th, 2025.
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The Love of Money:
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Everything is based upon money
We know this is true.
It affects everyone,
Not just me and you.
People worry about it,
Always wanting more.
Never having enough,
It’s what they live for.
We can’t live without it,
It’s all we think about.
If it weren’t for greed,
We could live without.
Money for shelter,
Money for health.
Money for our toys,
It’s all about wealth.
The root of all evil,
Is what our Lord will say.
But we can’t live without it,
We want it anyway.
If we try to live simple,
The less we think about it.
The easier our life,
The less we do without.
It will be hard to enter Heaven,
The rich are so blind.
Money is their life,
Without seeking they won’t find.
Pick up your cross,
Leave your possessions to the poor.
Follow Jesus,
Only then will you endure.
The love of money,
The way of today.
It’s why people want it,
Why they waste it away.
A poem by Denise
August 1st, 2025
The Tree of Life:
The Tree of Life,
The most significant of all.
Will always stay strong,
Will always stand tall.
It’s not just a tree,
That was created by Love.
But a symbolic Tree,
From our Lord above.
A Heavenly Tree,
Next to the River of Life.
Providing healing for the nations,
Not despair and strife.
The fruit of the righteous,
Is where it takes root.
It is a Tree which bears,
Twelve manner of fruit.
In the midst of the Garden,
God made this Tree.
For those not blind,
But those that see.
Eternal Life,
For he who believes.
Bearing good fruit,
From all its leaves.
This Tree stands ready,
And for every reason.
To endure the change,
Of every season.
Not just a tree,
That will grow old and die.
But a faithful Tree,
That looks up to the sky.
In a place called Heaven,
Our Lord looks down.
This Tree will stand forever,
It will never be downed.
For those who are His,
And follow Him.
This Tree is for you,
Every sacred limb.
A poem by Denise,
September 7th, 2025
Sunshine:
You are my sunshine,
My only sunshine.
When skies are cloudy,
My day is grey.
But when the sun shines,
It makes me happy.
Please don’t take,
My sun beams away.
We need our sunshine,
It helps our farmers.
That’s how our food grows,
When there is light.
But when it’s gloomy
And always dark skies.
We pray for sun,
And skies that are bright.
Don’t take my sunshine,
I need the sun rays.
It lifts my spirit,
And helps me see.
My home is Heaven,
There is no darkness,
As I wait,
My Lord waits for me.
A song by Denise
October 25th, 2025
The Donkey’s Cross:
This symbolic creature,
With a humble heart.
Has the shadow of the Cross,
As a permanent mark.
They are loyal and intelligent,
Sweet…as you know.
Often cast as stubborn,
Stupid and slow.
The donkey’s heart,
Was full of love.
Chosen for his service,
By our Lord above.
Such a blessing,
To carry Him there.
Into Calvary,
Then tragedy and despair.
His love for Jesus,
Was eternally strong.
Watching Him sacrifice,
Was painful but not wrong.
His heart was big,
His soul was pure.
To witness our Lord’s death,
Was hard to endure.
The donkey’s heart,
Broke right in place.
Watching our Lord suffer,
As he looked up at His Face.
To watch Him die,
Was hard to bare.
So he turned away,
But the shadow stayed there.
The donkey was left,
With the mark of the Cross.
To always remember,
His Friend that he lost.
Why the donkey,
One day we will see.
Sitting next to our Savior,
The donkey will be.
A poem by Denise,
December 7th, 2025
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