MY BOOK OF POETRY
I'd like to welcome all readers to my "poetry section" of my eBook "God Tales, An Anthology". I am sure many have read some of my short stories and also, my "Book of Memories". Now, this is the poetry section. The following were written to the glory and honor of God. All are my original works, not for the sake of pride, but to create an awareness of faith and a relationship with our Creator God.
My poems are all centered in my eBook in PDF Format, but it seems like in these threads, all the words are shoved to the left. Oh well, what can we do? just read and enjoy. I will enter more under "Go Advanced".
Messianic Rabbi; Ben Avraham.
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AND YESHUA WEPT
To see the daughter of Zion gone astray, so far from Torah's way,
to see the tears of captive Zion, when she could have called out to Judah's lion.
Does she not know that he came to set captives free, and open blind eyes to see?
….and Yeshua wept.
Oh Yerushalayim, who murdered the prophets who spoke of me, you had the
Torah which pointed me out to thee.
….and Yeshua wept.
I AM who I AM, the Son of David of Bethlehem came, to open blind eyes and to
heal the lame. To do these things only Messiah can. Wake up! Wake up! Oh Zion
for I AM the Son of Man.
...and Yeshua weeps
for the stone-cold hearts and strange beliefs, for Messiah came once as foretold,
by the holy prophets of old, as Adonai's sacrificial lamb, and will come again, as the
Lion of Judah, to rule the land.
…and Yeshua weeps
Oh Israel, Oh Israel can't you see? Can't you see? I opened my arms with love, on
Calvary's tree, to receive all of you unto me.
...and Yeshua still weeps
for those who still have hearts of stone, for those who reject him still,
for all eternity will live alone, unto outer darkness they will be cast,
condemnation for Jew and Gentile alike, and forever it will last.
So, come all ye people come, to Judah's Messiah, time is short, so ye had better run.
Run to the cross on Calvary's hill, to He who gave his life, whose blood he did spill.
He bled for you and for me, to save our souls, from sin to make us free.
ONE CROSS, ONE GOD, ONE WAY
The Way of the cross is God's only way, to save a lost sinner from sin's eternal fate.
The Passover lamb, God's perfect plan, to pay the debt of sin when God became man.
One Cross, One God, One Way.
Messiah Yeshua, his cross he did bare, His cross was our cross, for our sins to us were
a snare.
One Cross, One God, One Way.
The One God dressed as man, the One God who is *Echad I AM, who came to Israel's
land, to become the Passover lamb, who was, is and will be, who took us from the land
of *Nod, to set us free.
*Echad = “ch” pronounced as “h” meaning “unity of ONE” “Tri-Unity” “Elohim”
*Nod = Wandering without direction, aimlessly, the “way of Cain”.
YESHUA BEN DAVID
There was a man named Yeshua Ben David, sent by Heaven, to set free captive souls,
to redeem you and me, to take our stripes, and die upon a tree.
There was a man named Yeshua Ben David
A man he was, and God He is, and forever will He be, our LORD, our Savior, our
Messiah, from the curse of sin He set us free.
There was a man named Yeshua Ben David
who guides us all in Torah's way, whose glory to gaze on we will someday, who took
from us, sin's great weight.
There is a man named Yeshua Ben David
who was, is, and always will be, KING of kings, and LORD of lords, a man, our God
forever more.
IT ALL HAPPENED IN THE GARDEN
(part 1)
It all happened in the garden, I know, because I was there.
We were both very happy, the man and I, in the midst of God's perfect garden,
until against Him, did we both defy.
A perfect environment, a gift to us from above, a lovely home, God's gift of love.
Then it happened, the enemy came, deceived me he did, to me he laid claim.
It all happened in the garden, I know, because I was there.
From God's forbidden tree I did eat, and so I gave also to my man,
through the serpent's subtle deceit.
Cast us both, God did, from His perfect garden bliss, to make our home elsewhere
and this paradise now lost, from the depth of our souls, we so do miss.
It all happened in the garden, I know, because I was there.
And now in pain, to children I give birth,
and thus because of sin, we are all under the curse.
But God's redemption we will see, for it is part of His perfect plan,
to set our souls free, by His perfect Lamb.
And God's perfect Lamb will thus crush the serpent's head,
to make an end of the curse of sin,
his blood without blemish, He thus will shed.
And it all happened in the garden, I know, because we were ALL there.
Eve
IT ALL HAPPENED IN THE GARDEN,
Part 2 (Prose)
It all happened in the garden, I know because I was there.
It was dark, very late at night, and we had received the orders, to go after the leader,
the leader that presumed himself better than Moses, better than our father Abraham,
he had to be stopped. He would be stopped, there, in the garden.
And it all happened in the garden, I know because I was there.
I was with the Roman soldiers, we entered the garden, torches in hand, rope, and
chain, ready to pounce on our prey, there, in the garden.
He had a group of 12 which followed him around, one was with us, he would point
him out, he received his wages, 30 pieces of silver, we counted out into his hand.
The man went forward, went straight to his master, their leader, he embraced him
kissed him on the cheek, and I heard him say “raboni”.
And it all happened in the garden, I know because I was there.
The soldiers went forth, with outstretched hands, to take hold of this leader whose
followers called “Yeshua”.
His followers ran, scattered, and out of the garden they all fled, except for one,
And the one that remained, a wild one he was. With sword in hand, he sprang to life.
Before I knew it, he was upon me. With all fury, with all wrath, eyes blazing with fire.
I tried to avoid him to get out of his way, but too late, with his sword he swung at me.
And it all happened in the garden, I know, because I was there.
I felt a sharp pain, a burning sensation. The side of my head was wet, wet
with blood, my blood.
I put my hand to the side of my face, and my ear was no longer there, only a small
hole, and pieces of bone, blood, and pain.
But then he came, their leader, their master, their “raboni,” he came near to me,
He knelt down beside me and looked me in the eyes, with a look of love, of compassion,
of peace.
And it all happened in the garden, I know, because I was there.
He then lifted his hand, and put it to the side of my face, then spoke softly to me,
these words which I will forever remember;
“Peace, be healed”
His touch was light, ever so light, and then the pain was gone, the blood stopped
flowing, he took his hand away, and my ear was made whole again.
And it all happened in the garden, I know because I was there.
I just sat there on the ground, there in the garden, I watched as the soldiers bound
him and took him away, with his followers gone, the wild one too, only I remained.
Alone I remained in the garden, on that memorable Passover night.
I thought, and I thought
who, but the Messiah, could heal such a wound, to make flesh whole again?
I finally got up and left the garden, returned to my master the High Priest.
Should I tell him what happened this night? there in the garden? how I was attacked,
wounded, then healed? Would he believe me? But I know it to be true, because
It all happened in the garden, and in the garden, I was healed.
Malchus
Servant to the High Priest, Caiaphas