Some of my spiritual poems

There are no words in language that I could ever use

Or any form of utterance that I could ever choose

That could explain Your majesty, or who You truly are

Or give the praise and glory that You deserve by far

I could call on every Name by which You are known

I could call down every sign You have ever shown

There is nothing I can say, or I could ever do

That could be counted worthy, or good enough for You

It’s through the Blood of Jesus back when He was slain

And through Your Holy Spirit, You've made me born again

It’s my acceptance of these Gifts that truly sets me free

I thank You, praise You, honour You, that You’ve adopted me

Written by

Matthew Langdon

Inspired by the Holy Spirit

4/12/2022

It took the passing of a mate to make me think of you

The good, the bad, the in-between, the things we used to do

The fact that life’s not permanent, in fact it’s barely fleeting

I'm hoping this will make me really cherish every greeting

Its really got me thinking about what happens next

Things of the eternal can leave us all perplexed 

Most don’t give a second thought hoping for the best

But are you sure what happens once you reach eternal rest?

Now I’m not trying to preach or bible bash you to submission

Where you spend eternity, well that is your decision

There is one thing I’m asking, and please do not ignore

Just have a cuppa with the Bloke that knocks on your heart’s door

As human beings we like to joke about the things that scare us

The paradox and the unknown we’d rather joke and cuss

That’s why we joke that we’ll be kings if we end up in hell

But the horrors of that woeful place words simply cannot tell!

That is why He’s asking, just a moment of your time

To hear about His sacrifice, here within this rhyme

He just wants to be that mate, that for you He would die

He wants to spend eternity with you and so do I

Yes we do things differently, and some things have to change

But once you’ve truly met Him you’ll notice something strange

This world no longer gives you what you get from seeking Him

And it matters not how bad things get your future seems less grim

Now I am not here promising a life devoid of strife

But confessing Jesus Deity assures eternal life

Confessing and believing that He is the Son of God

That He died for sin and now He is the risen Lamb of God

What happens now is up to you, I’ve shown you the door

With sincerity I beg of you, please do not ignore

As hard as it would be to look and see your empty chair

I simply cannot bear the thought of you not being there

Written by

Matthew Langdon