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A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
When the storm breaks through In the middle of the night And Satan, through revenge Seeks to take away your life
Fear not, dear young one For nothing that’s alive Can take away this gift Paid for, by Jesus Christ
This gift was given nigh you to find But to all who will believe To him who opens up his eyes To him who willingly sees
The love of him who gave it all To set the captive free The pow’r of him who did not fall When death pulled at his feet
The gift he gave, was not of wealth Of power, of strength, of wisdom The gift he gave was one he felt Of pain, of death, to come
He walked the walk, hardest of all Which none could ever survive And in temptation did not fall But persisted, and stayed alive
He was crucified, laid on a cross The sins of the world, laid upon Innocent, no guilt found, he lost But he rose, on third day’s dawn
Lo! I say, to him who hears Death did not find a way To kill the man whence him alone Comes power to swallow the grave
The gift he gave is eternal life For us to rule and reign At his throne and by his side He’ll lead us by his name
So I say this, in truth and faith This power lives in me And can in you, too, today If you choose to believe
Believe! Choose to receive him into your heart! Receive his gift of eternal life by believing in his son, Jesus Christ and welcoming him into your heart. He will never let you down! Discover his love!
The Road Of Brokenness A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
Sober minded I come here With a broken shattered heart Surrounded by the fears That I’m going to break apart
Through the window of my tears And the broken scattered shards That’s scarred through the years Imprisoning my heart in scars
The scars I’ve felt so near Have calloused my heart hard By the hardness that’s endured It has brought me way too far
To a place I can't be heard To a place deep in the dark To a place of endless hurt A place where demons are
As I walk along the road I spot a lamb pure white Led to slaughtering stone Going along with no fight
At first, I watch the sheep Thinking he deserved it But then it strikes me deep As I looked, and heard it
Its voice, calm and tender Its eyes locking with mine He said, “I’m you’re savior It’s for your sins I shall die”
I look intently at the sheep His truth pains me inside I break apart, start to weep And I question, “Why?”
The knife is put to throat My heart begins to break He did nothing to invoke This death of horrible pain
Before last breath is drawn He says, “I did this for you” I watched the lamb in awe As his final breath he drew.
A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
I’ve fallen, in darkness All I’ve done, is reckless All in all, I am a mess I shun, what I relished
The death, I did feel Has affected my being Will I ever be healed? From what besets me?
I live, though in pain From all of my enemies Laughing and mocking In triumph and victory
Pointing and sneering Lashing and veering Toying ‘round my soul With hands of piercing
I wish to be free So fin’lly I shout I cry to Yahweh Here is my vow
I cannot go on In bondage and sin While calling you God Pretending to live
The Christian life Walking the walk Plainly living a lie But calling you God
If I live like this Any longer at all I cannot live I shall truly fall
So this vow I make To give you ev’rything I live for you, Yahweh I offer you my being
This sacred vow Shall never be broke Upon my life shall This vow be revoked.
The Squirrel A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans Once upon a time On a day within the spring In a lovely paradise Lived a squirrel, in a tree
This squirrel was like any other He gathered nuts as he went out He had a father and a mother Whom he cared very much about
Now it happened upon one day In this family of loving squirrels That the child ventured to say “Father, I wish to see the world”
So the father, though sadly Permitted his son to go And in tears, with the family Bid his son well on road
Days preceded days Months followed months He gained the praise Of those he was amongst
He lived in mock rejoicing With many friends indeed With pride and in boasting Over his sworn enemies
But a day did finally come When he in bliss freedom Found himself stuck among A trap he couldn’t free from
His friends did quickly scatter Leaving him with no word He cried aloud, but no matter How loud, he was not heard
He recalled his father’s words “Among all in life, find truth Truth will set you free, so learn Binding cords it will loose”
Now as he cried, close nearby Among the trees in the forest Was one who heard his cry One who truly cared for him His father had kept a close eye His every move he watched He had beheld him in his sight As he slept, and he walked
When he heard this loud shout He quickly ran to his son’s side From the trap he pulled him out And saved his son’s dear life
But in saving his son’s life Far into the trap he slipped He carried his son’s plight Just so his son might live
The squirrel stood in wonder Astounded at what he’d done His father laid there under The trap of his transgression
He cried there unendingly He wept the tears of repentance Realizing how horrendously His father paid for his sentence
He deeply mourned for his father Remaining there three long days He went, and brought his mother Finding none, where he once lay!
They searched, but found no one In the forest, far, deep, and wide They grieved, the mother and son For both husband and father died
They began to leave for home In spirits of sadness and dismay They returned to their tree alone Wishing vainly he’d not gone away
They entered their lonely tree Expecting not to find any there But what their eyes beheld to see Was something they could not bear
What beheld they in their sight Was not father, husband, or friend But a redeemer clothed in white Who loved them both unto the end
Tish’a B’Av A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
As my people question why With terror in their hearts They are cruelly terrorized Continually broken apart
Crying out for a redeemer Who has already come Seeking he who’ll free their Souls from their prison
But the prison lies within The heart within the soul Their prison is their sins Of unbelief, and of idols
And through all the mighty deeds Hashem did before their eyes They were blind, and did not see The glory of his marv’lous light
They blatantly turned away From the Torah and Hashem They refused to simply obey All that he commanded them
And through their defiance Pride, and ignorance Yah annulled his alliance And has ever since
His covenant is as ruins What's left of an empire A homeland influenced Then set ablaze to fire
They left their one true love For the ways of the nations They abandoned Yeshua And united with the pagans
Now their day of sorrow has come Of weeping and gnashing of teeth For them to turn to Yahweh’s son Lest his anger continues to be
So in this let us remember To never become as they But in this, let us surrender
We Said We Said A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
We said, “God won't care If we sin this one time” We said, “He is not here Why should God mind?”
We said, “We’ve no need for His ways in our lives” We said, “He’s no more For to us he has died”
We said, “He’s forsaken us! He’s brought us here to die At least being the slaves of Egypt, we ate and survived”
We said, “Moses has gone So make us idols of stone” We said, “For there is none To lead us, we’re all alone”
We said, “Give us a king To justly rule our land Like the nations we’ll be For then, we will stand”
We said, “These prophets These prophets shall die! They’re liars and scoffers Of a king, prophesying”
A king who will reign Over all of creation A kingdom he’ll bring To rule all the nations
We said, “This Yeshua Claiming to be Adonai This ‘King of the Jews’ He shall be crucified!”
We rebelled we turned away From Hashem the Lord God Still for us, God died to save Man, from his wrathful rod
We said, yes, we said But now I stand to say Never, ever, ever again Will we reject Yahweh
What Hath a Man A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
What hath a man knowledge? Hath he knowledge alone Without the wisdom To truly know
And what hath a man riches? Be it riches, no more If he hath not the richness Of eternal store
What hath a man power? To rule all the lands When cometh final hour He shall not stand
And what hath a man life? Spent in vain, null and empty If not through Jesus Christ We are wholly redeemed
What hath a man all these? Knowledge, riches, power, life For death comes as a thief To steal all that we hold tight
As fragile as a butterfly Here one day, gone the next Like a passing wind, is life That’s come but now has left
A fleeting instant in infinity A glance at a passing train Makes us question, “What have we? How long will we remain?”
So what really do have we? But futile dreams and visions Why do we so vainly seek? In manners of self ambitions
Oh, how wretched a man That seeks only his will Rejecting the command Of him, his breath he fills
Oh, how blessed a man Hath he salvation within Then he will fin’lly stand With the King in heaven.
A Sin, a Thread A poem, by Matthew E. Kegans
No one will know, I said to myself I’m all alone, With nobody else
Just once again, I see it alright For me to sin, In no one’s sight
I laugh, I mock, I scorn, I talk, Of everyone else, “Walking the Walk”
Meaningless! I say, To do what is good For nothing, no pay! No one to look
But now my sins, Turned crimson red Have come again, A sin, a thread
And like a slave, I fall again Under the weight, Of my sin
A sin, a thread, Turned crimson red Here now I beg, For life’s last end
And those I mocked, Now mock at me They gather a flock, Of mockery
My sins, once kind, Now form a rope My feet, they bind, No mercy shown
Bound by threads, So harmless, seem A sin, a thread, A rope, they weave When thread upon thread, And sin upon sin They twist and they bend, They form my prison
A noose around, The ring of my neck I fall to the ground, With no feeling left
My cry goes vague, Among the seas I cry, I pray, To be set free
When no hope to beg, My vision goes black I see something, My prison pulled back?
My hands are numb, I start to feel The warmth of the sun, Becoming real
The bonds, tightly bound, Are cut, and fall away “My son, you’re safe and sound!” A voice begins to say
“I cut you from the strings of sin, To set you free, indeed So hold on to my rope and live, In hope of eternity
My rope, bears freely, Giving hope, giving life My burden is easy, My yoke is light”
So freedom at last! Freedom within Freedom from past Ropes of bondage and sin
“So remember, my son, Stay close in my tread And remember, my son, A sin, a thread.”
Desire For Desire A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
There is nothing in this world That I desire but knowing You You’re the treasure and pearl That I seek for in Your truth
Temptations come to follow As in wonder, I am amazed But false desire, it is hollow ‘Cause I keep You in my gaze
My desire stirs much deeper Than counterfeit sensations Yahweh is my true redeemer His sacrament, my salvation
I desire to follow You, Lord Every one of my given days Your word is my own sword And a lamp unto my ways
I know that Your streams Aren’t dry, but flourishing For by them You will lead Me by your pastures green
Your words satisfy me Like honey to my lips I seek it with striving To feel Your gentleness
With this striving desire To know You, father God Please come set me a-fire With Your spirit and awe
My plea and my prayer To be intimate with you To keep the flame a-flare Giving thanks in all I do
So let not my heart’s fire In vain, be blown away Instead, let it grow brighter So Your word I may obey
And in all I say and do With this passionate desire May the glory be to You Your name be lifted higher.
Follower’s Dream A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
A man walks freely On the road of life Seeking, oh seeking So that he may find
To find purest gold Pearl of great price To grasp and to hold To find what is right
So deep is the passion Buried in a man’s soul What none can fathom What only man knows
The affection for a father Love towards a mother Like the thirst for water Is man’s want for a lover
Someone to follow In trails, through plight To cry with in sorrow To hold in the night
A father who wasn’t there Passion yearns for deeply A mother who never cared A child seeks to please
Every follower’s dream Is to find a one true love Someone who will bring True fulfillment thereof
So many times one tries To find the one who is The truth, way and light So they may truly live
Countless times too many They seek for the falsities Finding themselves empty With unfulfilled dreams
But as persistence does show That he who’ll carefully seek To find truth that he may know Will find the Follower’s Dream.
Freedom A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
Falling asunder From the path I have chosen Coming to wonder Did I choose right Descending too quickly Into realms of the broken Past the land of the living Where there is no life
Crying aloud For the strength to continue Pitiful shouts That no one hears Passing the days As I’m forced to live through The crashing waves Of my endless tears
I hear the songs Of death’s woeful voice Chanting along I begin to embrace What’s laid before me A heart-rending choice It was meant to be This choice I will make
The endless valley Of death’s shadow I walk through Darkness’ all I see From the deepest depths All of a sudden A light from out of the dark blue Starts a-floodin’ This darkness and death
Jesus Christ Came into my broken being Shined a light So bright, so I could see All my sin and death He carried all my everything And upon last breath He set me free.
Master Over All A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
Valiant trees, River rush, Gentle breeze, Flower’s blush
Cliff a-high, Golden sun, Moonlit sky, Autumn’s run
Waters of life, Canyons steep, Forests alive, Life-giving trees
Space of wonder, Galaxies of splendor, None hath gone asunder, From the Father’s care
Spring of laughter, Summer of joy, Fall comes after, Then winter’s ploy
Life amuck, Fish in swim, River and duck, Together live
Turtle in progress, Deer in run, Beaver’s logging, Eagle’s lunge
Starless evening, Fathomless skies, Daylight heating, Blazing light
Has man prevailed, O’er beast and field? Or lastly failed, Due Father’s shield?
What be the case, God will always be, Master over these, Over all eternity
Nature Pure Nature A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
Storms, crashing Stirs with blasting Blurring, flashing Soars with lashing
Enduring, ravaging Striking, lightning Turning, damaging Adjuring, fright’ning
Savage, relentlessly Callously merciless Ravaging, hurling Clouds O turbulence
Vindictive, rash Rivets and shafts Malicious blasts Of livid, light stabs
Thunders of trembling Rivers of rain filling The lightning, reveling With bolts of ‘lectricity
Oh, how I do pray For this rain to go ‘way But what shall I say Come back another day?
Though I wish, I wish My wishing is in vain Have I power to give Light to another day?
Or moonlight to sight Shall I say to the moon “Stay put another night” Granting right, it to loom?
My power, is no power O’er creation have I none Still, come midday hour Moon tradeth with sun
Seasons in times change Shining year to new year But the Father still reigns Over nature, pure nature.
Nature’s Gold A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
Light, so perfect in nature Bright, in every which way Night, scatters like vapor As light, sheds pure rays
Piercing the shadows Shattering the dawn Thrusting like arrows Bleeding light all upon
Precious gift from above Blessing all who are below Flying like a gentle dove Granting life to all bestow
Revealing as truth in store Aiding blinded eyes to see Yah’s creation all the more Giving life to those in need
Into dark thus it shines Through shadows aplenty Vast radiance that blinds Robbing darkness empty
Corners once clouded With blanketing shade Now become crowded With brightness’ raid
A sword blazing clear In the openness of day Striking endless fear To all in darkness lay
But a safeguard to those Living amongst the light In what they are clothed Encircled by bountiful life
Immense luminosity A power beyond compare Endowment for all to see A greatness that is fair
But higher than any portrayal Of what this stands to behold Is he who has never so failed To grant to us Nature’s Gold.
Rebuke A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
You bless Hashem Yet you turn from his ways I ask, “How then? Are you favored by Yahweh?”
If you seek God’s will Follow his commands Only then will he fulfill And exact his plans
But if you blatantly refuse The truth he has in store Then how can Yahweh use You to do anything more?
A blessing and a curse He sets before us now The blessing, if we learn The curse, if we turn down
Such simplicity is within What he commanded for us The curse comes with sin The blessing with his Torah
He wills for us to prosper When we follow in his path Yahweh alone is the Father And we’re his children that
He loves to bless and water As we grow strong in his ways For he is the almighty potter And we are as formless clay
A chosen nation set apart Are what we are in Christ From Egypt he took us far To live holy set apart lives
So why do we go on living Apart from Yahweh’s laws? If we carry on pretending From his branch we’ll be cut off
You look but you do not see You follow with blinded eyes I rebuke, turn back to Yahweh Or in end, you shall justly die.
The Ancient Ways A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
Man was predestined to labor six days Resting, come seventh day’s dawn To toil the land with groans and aches Living, in such hardness prolonged
By the strength of his hand shall he Grasp the fullness of what is to come Living by every word that precedes From the mouth of God it is done
But where there is good, evil resides In a land full of promises and dreams And within every man his soul inside Harbors a spirit which either can be
The spirit of God, or of this world To do what is right or fall away Living for one, or his personal Desires and dreams gone astray
As evil has goaded the hearts of men Such has become their heart’s desire Falling astray from the ways of Hashem Defying the will of him who is higher
Walking away from the road less trod Which few have dared to endeavor To travel the path so wide and broad Leading to sadness and pain forever
A choice that many have chosen Regretting the choice once made The choice in time, forever frozen Leading to heartbreak and pain
As ancient as the beginning of time So lasting as carving on stone These ancient ways intended to guide Mankind on this lifelong road
But turned away has man so done From path of blessing and promise The honest ways has man so shun For the richness of living lawless
If only would we swiftly return To he who gives and takes away Maybe would we finally learn The truth of his Ancient Ways.
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