THE GREAT WHITE THRONE

In blazing light an awesome sight!

A throne appears in dazzling white.

It is no dream that goes away

As one awakes the light of day.

No demon there now locked in Hell

Can take the blame for Adam’s shame.

Yet in that throng where myriads stand

God's justice must His law demand.

So from that Throne a voice speaks clear

Re-echoing forth for all to hear!

In bright array the Lamb is seen

With nail-scared hands so pure and clean.

Then He Himself like thunder speaks!

As man in fear excuses seeks.

The question asked for all who come:

“What have you done with Christ, God's Son?”

The wrenching cries can then be heard

Man's stubborn will rejects His Word.

Consuming flames, sulfuric Lake

All who refuse will there partake.

--B. Pent

A REBEL HEART

A drifter through life

A rebel at heart

A beggar through time

Alone from the start.

All thoughts are on self

Roulette is the game

The dice is the gamble

No thought and no shame.

The goal? instant pleasure

The moment is here

Postponing of payment

A heart without fear.

The will is the master

Unyielding and proud

Refusing to listen

Unbroken and loud

Enslaving the soul

The darkness: its cell!

Demanding a toll

Hard heart-ed as hell.

The spirit unbending

Refusing to hear

The call to surrender

No conscience or fear.

The morning is coming

When judgment demands

The payment for waiting

Eternally damned!

--B. Pent

THE OLD OAK TREE

I look out my window

And see the oak tree

So strong and unbending

Deep rooted and free.

The winds of Northeaster

That blew in the Fall

Have stolen the beauty

Few leaves left at all!

The snow now has covered

The ground where it stands

Yet branches reach outward

With uplifted hands.

I see a leaf clinging

So cold and alone

Still wanting a reason

For staying so long.

The sun seems to whisper

That soon Spring will come

The warmth will awaken

A new day begun.

The sap is all ready

To flow through the trees

The summer is calling

“Come shade us with leaves!”

--B. Pent