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Job 8 • Born Yesterday
This poem is based on Job 8 and is part of a 40-poem series written from the Book of job. "Then Bildad the Shuhite replied: 'How long will you go on saying such things? The words of your mouth are a blustering wind. Does God pervert justice?'" Job 8:1-3a

Psalm 2 second in poetry contest
Why do the nations rage and the peoples plot in vain? The kings of the earth take their stand and the rulers gather together, against the LORD and against His Anointed One: “Let us break Their chains and cast away Their cords.” Psalm 2:1-3

Psalm 1 finalist in poetry contest
"Blessed is the man who does not walk in the counsel of the wicked, or set foot on the path of sinners, or sit in the seat of mockers. But his delight is in the Law of the LORD, and on His law he meditates day and night. He is like a tree..." Psalm 1:1-3

Isaiah Fifty-Three
Here is my modest attempt to capture the heart of Isaiah 53.

Job 7 • Life is Hard finalist in poetry contest
This poem is based on Job 7 and is part of a 40-poem series written from the Book of job. "Is not all human life a struggle? Our lives are like that of a hired hand, like a worker who longs for the shade, like a servant waiting to be paid." Job 7:1-2

Job 6 • With Friends Like These second in poetry contest
This is the poetry of Job! This poem was based on Job 6. "If only my anguish could be weighed and all my misery be placed on the scales! It would surely outweigh the sand of the seas—no wonder my words have been impetuous." Job 6:2-3

Job 5 • God is Just finalist in poetry contest
This is the 3rd in a series of 40 poems I wrote based on the book of Job. This is from Job 5, Eliphaz's first response to Job continues. Open your Bible, read along and let me know your thoughts! [he sets on high those who are lowly • Job 5:11]

Welcome Home
The story of the Prodical Son in rythm

1 Corinthians 13 second in poetry contest
Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal. And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith . . . .

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