Today I wrote a poem that’s based on 2:16 of The Song of Solomon, “I am my Beloved’s and He is mine”. It reflects upon being painfully rejected by my family of origin, but taken in by Jesus. Upon writing it, I couldn’t stop weeping. It is written in the form of a cinquain chain, where the last line of each stanza forms the first line of the succeeding stanza. The first line of the poem is also its last. The rhyming pattern with each stanza is ABBCC. May it bless you, Nahum.
Here is a poem that I wrote asking Jesus to help me kill my sin. It is written in the form of a cinquain chain, where the last line of each stanza forms the first line of the succeeding stanza. The first line of the poem is also its last. The rhyming pattern with each stanza is ABBCC. May it bless you, Nahum.
This poem that I wrote today is a prayer, that God will save this city of Sydney that I live in. It is written in iambic tetrameter (where every line has 8 beats) and is in the form of a garland cinquain. It is a serious and a somber poem but it comes out of a heartfelt desire for people in this sprawling metropolis of Sydney to be saved. God bless, Nahum.
Save This City, Sydney
God, save this city from Your wrath
From scorching death on Judgement Day;
Come send Your Spirit now with speed,
The Lord to meet its precious need
That all may seek The Only Way.
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God, save this place that apes like Lot’s:
His burned to ash and sandy grey
Despite his desperate calls and pleas.
Come bless this Sydney, save it please
And do not turn Your ears away.
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God, save this city; spurn me not
But save Your chosen, this I pray
That they behold the bleeding tree
Where Jesus died at Calvary.
May they repent without delay.
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God, save this city; put a stop
To all the games these people play.
Unplug their ears, Your voice to heed
Instead of cold, indifferent, greed.
I beg you now and do inveigh.
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God save this city lined with yachts,
Your grace and mercy to invade.
Bring down its pride and worldly glee
That in the ashes they shall see
The Lamb who was for sinners slayed.
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God, save this city from Your wrath
And do not turn Your ears away.
Unplug their ears, Your voice to heed;
Bring down its pride and worldly glee.
May they repent without delay.
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