Prophetic poetry and poems about prophets

(This is the true account of a vision I had of heaven.)

A Vision of Heaven

by Belinda van Rensburg

It happened many years ago,
Yet what I saw I'll not forget.
I was feeling sad and low
Because of something someone said.

Then I prayed "Lord, hear my cry,
I am so lonely and depressed.
Won't You touch me as I lie,
Broken, hurting, on my bed?"

Slowly then the veil was lifted
Between the present and the next.
'Twas as if dimensions shifted,
As with a vision I was blessed.

What God showed me was astounding,
And it took my breath away -
For before my very eyes
A deep cloud-covered schism lay.

Beyond this schism rose a mountain,
Much too awesome to describe.
Mortal tongues can't do it justice;
That Mount beyond the Great Divide.

It seemed composed of a strange substance,
Akin to light and golden glass.
There was nothing growing on it;
No trees, no flowers, nor green grass.

As I gazed in awe and wonder,
I heard a gentle inner Voice,
"Look as long as you have need to",
And I marveled at this choice.

Peace then flooded my whole being
As I lay there touched by God,
And with peace came inner healing,
Strength and faith which waiver not.

Thank you, God, for giving me,
A tiny glimpse of what's to come.
I can hardly wait to see
The rest of heaven and Your Son.

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To Bliss or Woe a Soul Must Go

by Belinda van Rensburg

Have you ever sat and wondered;
Seriously thought on; pondered
What awaits our souls immortal
Beyond death's veiled, obscure portal?
We've one life only; then we die -
Reincarnation is a lie.

Heaven and hell really exist -
God's Word is crystal clear on this.
One is Above and one below;
To bliss or woe a soul must go.
Once the silver cord is cut
The way back is forever shut.

Those trav'ling on the broader way
Will find that they have debts to pay.
Satan will claim them as his own -
In utter darkness they'll be thrown;
A fiery pit most foul and deep
Where they will gnash their teeth and weep.

Those following the narrow Way
Will have no debt at all to pay;
Jesus Christ has done so in our stead
When He hung upon the Cross and bled.
We are the branches; He's the Vine
Who bought us with His Blood divine

If Christ our Saviour we hold dear
Death and beyond we need not fear;
He saved us from the flames infernal
Loves us - gives us life eternal.
He will claim us as His own
And give us heaven as our home.

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Shepherds in Wolves' Clothing

by Belinda van Rensburg

Why is it that there are those who will use
God's Word which they distort and abuse?
Charlatans with their gold chains and rings -
Selling bottled water and other 'blessed' things.

You prepare your traps with your unholy bait,
For unwary souls you lie in wait.
To relieve them from their hard-earned cash
To add to the rest of your ill-gotten stash.

You promise them healing and perfect health
And tenfold returns and untold wealth.
You prey on the weak and the souls in pain
And you do all this for power and gain.

Beware you false shepherds; you mislead the flock
But God is not One Whom you can mock.
Do not think for a moment that you can win;
For you'll be called to account for your terrible sin.

You will be removed; exposed and defrocked,
For you have cheated and lied and mocked.
Before you know it you will be gone,
And the flock will be led by God's own Son.

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(This is the true account of another vision I had some years back.)

In the Belly of the Beast

by Belinda van Rensburg

In nineteen ninety-three or two
I had a vision which I'd like to share with you -
It was so clear; as bright as day
Etched deep into my mind to stay.

I found myself in a cathedral
Old and certainly ancestral,
Very clean; in good repair
But without trappings anywhere.

All by myself in a large room
Surrounded by gray walls and gloom;
Ancient, eerie, cold and dark
Uninhabited and stark.

Facing a wall four stories high -
A tower reaching to the sky;
Set in relief a figure tall
For ages in the granite wall.

His face was twisted with pure hatred;
Motionless and still he waited
With eyes glowing red as coals
To feed 'pon lost and wayward souls.

I followed this doomed creature's stare
And noticed people floating there
High against the ancient ceiling;
Struggling; writhing; crying; squealing.

Their struggles were of no avail
As terrified they thrashed and flailed;
Still helplessly they kept on drifting
Whilst the creature's eyes kept shifting.

The beast was ready; more than eager
Though at first the meal was meager;
His lips were parted; they slipped through
Receiving that which was their due.

The solid rock became transparent
And it was quite clear; apparent
That the ones who had been swallowed
Inside the creature's belly wallowed.

Faster, ever faster still
More souls came floating down until
The beast started to come alive
Since it was on their sins he thrived.

Fear-filled eyes stared back at me
And it was very sad to see
Souls which had been trapped this way -
But there they were and had to stay.

The beast came loose eventually -
Out of the wall he was set free;
Free to maim, kill and destroy
Something in which he found much joy.

For many years I prayed and wondered -
About this strange vision I pondered;
What exactly did it mean?
Can from it some truth I glean?

It seems to me and others too
The key phrases may well be two;
Ancient 'Church' in good repair
Feeding the beast which hides in there.

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Voices

by Belinda van Rensburg

From the ashes of time I can hear hollow laughter,
Calling me, calling me, to the hereafter.
Forgotten voices and vile lying tongues,
Who penned morals tainted by God's fallen sons.

Empty it rings in the stillness of night,
Whilst soft blackened velvet helps shadow the Light.
Curling, unfurling, gray fingers of vice,
Destroying my life with their evil advice.

Temptation in wrappers with bright shiny strings,
And wooed by the words of the songs Satan sings.
Believing lies tasting like sweet candy floss;
No time for regrets and eternally lost.

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Breaking News

by Belinda van Rensburg

Read all about it! Breaking news!
The whole world is in chaos and confused!
Read all about it! Hot off the press!
It is the truth; no more nor less!

Scientists wonder and governments probe
Why some went missing all around the globe;
Last night folk went on their merry way
But consternation reigns supreme today.

Many children are no longer in their cots;
What could have happened to those tiny tots?
Older folk and young ones too
Left without so much as an adieu.

Many members of the human race
Simply vanished without the slightest trace;
What could have happened; where could they be?
Did they evaporate, hide or flee?

Read all about it! Breaking news!
Here is an update on yesterday's views!
Read all about it! Hot off the press!
Find out the reason for our great distress!

That which few believed could ever be
Has now happened for all the world to see;
The Son of Man descended on the clouds
And was met in the air by crowds.

Graves gave up their dead in Him -
All those souls redeemed from sin;
Billions watched in stunned dismay
As their friends were snatched away.

How could this happen; how can it be?
We were just too obstinate to see
That Jesus Christ is the only Way -
Now we have missed Him by a day!

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What Have They Done?

by Belinda van Rensburg

Where have all their morals gone; what have they done?
They threw out the Word of God and His only Son.

Why will they not follow God; care for His rod -
To protect and comfort them; why the facade?

Don't they care about their souls; want to be whole?
Don't they fear the wrath of God and hell's fiery hole?

Few are left who still believe - the rest remain deceived;
Swallowing lies with blinded eyes as to their sins they cleave.

A remnant God has put aside - with Him they will abide;
Pure, forgiven and accepted; His children, friends and Bride.

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Something's A-Coming

by Belinda van Rensburg

Do you know something's a-coming;
Are you aware it's almost here?
Can you hear the distant drumming
Moving closer year by year?

The great end-times tribulation
Has been foretold in ancient times;
It will affect each Christian; nation
And we'll witness awful crimes.

No-one knows the hour or day
Though signs make it quite clear;
There is no doubt it's on the way -
In fact, it seems it's near.

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Neon Lights

by Belinda van Rensburg

Neon lights beckoning, inviting
Souls to come over to play.
Promising something exciting,
If one should stray their way.

Look at their bright colors flashing;
Pretty they are to behold.
Twisting and turning in patterns quite dashing,
But now only half the story's been told.

When the sun comes up and lightens the sky
And shines brightly in the day,
They look quite tacky as they flicker and die;
As their neon lives fade away.

The snares that they set for souls during the night
Have trapped the unwary in sin,
But everything is now exposed by the Light
And many regret the big mess they are in.

The pleasures they tasted now empty and gone,
And so too their morals and money,
But others still crave all that jaded old 'fun',
Returning at night when it's no longer sunny.

Oh! Pretty lights, you flash and you flicker
During the nights to make lost souls sicker.
Lead them to drink, to gamble and more -
Is that what you look so beautiful for?

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'Religion'

by Belinda van Rensburg

It is madness; this will astound -
How love and sin side by side can abound.
In the same heart there lurks darkness and light;
In the same mind there is courage and fright.

'Tis so strange, you will have to agree;
That there are those who think they are free,
But instead they're still living under the curse -
Holding on tight to their folly and purse.

Once every week they might sit in the pew,
Thinking of home and their afternoon stew.
Their minds on the things of this earth are set,
And about the things of this world they fret.

They listen and listen but do not hear -
They say they believe but they do not fear.
They close their ears to God's gentle Voice,
And go their own way out of their own choice.

You can't get to Heaven through any religion,
No matter how great your works and your vision.
There is only one Key to unlock Heaven's door:
Jesus Christ crucified – nothing less; nothing more.

If your heart is set on doing God's Will,
Even though sometimes you must remain still.
Not looking within for strength to do deeds -
Not looking to man to fulfill all your needs.

But accepting the gift of God's only Son,
And everything that out of love He has done
For you and for me on that cursed cross;
To cleanse us of all our sins and dross.

Then will we soar on eagle's wings,
Leaving behind the earthly things;
In the secret place worship God alone
With hearts of flesh and not of stone.

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Slipping Sliding

by Belinda van Rensburg

Slipping sliding; there's no hiding
From the Lord's correction; chiding -
Though He loves us He can't stand
To look upon sins small or grand.

Souls who rebel are bound for hell
Where they will sadly not fare well;
Don't despair and do not doubt:
Faith in Christ will keep you out.

Our souls' lover's (not another's)
Blood needs to redeem and cover
All our actions sinful: wrong
'fore God will regard them gone.

Christ paid the price which does suffice
To remove all sin and vice;
Though born of woman in a stable
He's risen and much more than able.
© 2008

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Stand Up and Fight!
by Belinda van Rensburg

In dark, obscure and shrouded cultures
Demons prey on believers like vultures;
A world going crazier by the day
Yet still some warriors have feet of clay.

Ensconced in our comfort zones
While Christian brothers are fighting alone;
Why care about what we can't see
As long as we are blessed and free?

We should be constantly praying for those
Who suffer because of the Savior they chose;
Who are not allowed to walk in the Light
But have to worship Him veiled by the night.

Stand up against evil and oppression;
Speak out against unfair aggression
Get up! Be bold and do what is right -
You are a soldier: now go forth and fight!

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Dearly Beloved

by Belinda van Rensburg

“Dearly Beloved; family and friends,
Welcome to all who's come to attend;
To witness the joining of man to man -
An act no longer under a ban...”

Being gay in the world of today
Is not considered wrong but OK;
If something makes one 'feel good' it's fine
So long as you're happy most of the time.

The Word of God's no longer heeded
God Himself is no longer needed
By the present 'me' generation
Fixated 'pon self-veneration.

These things are wrong; do not be deceived
The devil's lies must not be believed;
God condemns such unnatural acts -
(In First Corinthians to be exact).

He doesn't hate people who are gay
But desires them to turn away;
To stop; repent from this deadly sin
To know; enjoy communion with Him.
© 2009

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The Prophet

by Belinda van Rensburg

I saw an old man walking,
His head was bowed and gray.
His staff held by a gnarled old hand,
And then I heard him pray:

"Oh Lord, please do forgive our sins
Though they're as black as coal;
You are a God of mercy,
Who cares about each soul.

We are full of deceit and wayward;
Unfaithful and untrue.
When all the time You are desiring
That we return to You.

Please God, do not bring upon us
That which is our due,
But turn our hearts to You, dear God
And make us clean and true.

I know, Oh God, oh Mighty One
That I have too much nerve,
To ask for that which I do know
None of us on earth deserve.

But Lord, You are our only Hope -
You are our God and King,
And to Your holy Name alone
Honor and glory we will bring."

The old man stopped then for awhile
And tried to take a rest.
He had no home to call his own,
So he continued West.

When he arrived at the next town
He told them to repent.
"Leave now your sins!" said he to them,
And then his clothes he rent.

They scoffed at him and would not hear
To what he had to say.
The message that he brought to them
Disturbed them at their play.

They laughed and sang and danced and drank,
They closed their ears and said
"Get that old man out of our sight",
Because his words they dread.

Then they grabbed him by his robe
And threw him in a cell,
So cold and damp and dark and rank
And on his knees he fell.

He cried to God and pleaded more
For those whom he held dear:
"Please God, do forgive them,
Although they do not fear."

Then he committed them to God...
More than that he could not do -
For God alone knows what is best,
For them, for us, for me and you.

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Guardians of Truth

by Belinda van Rensburg

Dreamers of dreams; wise men and sages
Guardians of Truth throughout bygone ages;
Mighty men after the Father's heart -
Mortals who walked and talked with God.

Prophets of old; poets and sages
Penned many words and filled many pages,
Inspiring mankind to seek the Lord's Face;
Guiding us towards His holiest place.

God chose, anointed and used those men
To reach and teach His children through them;
Spreading His message; revealing His Will;
Recorded in stone or on scrolls with a quill.

Revelators and visionaries;
Kings and priests and missionaries;
Martyrs who died deaths painful and gory
Did what they did to bring us His Story.

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Prophet-Poet

by Belinda van Rensburg

Prophet-poet, God's anointed,
Set apart, chosen, appointed
To speak His oracles in prose,
And pass His message on to those
Who need a word from God today,
To guide them in His will and way.

Thus when the Spirit is upon you,
Desiring, willing, stirring you to
Note down all He has to say,
Just follow Him; He'll lead the way.
Through your pen His words will flow;
A message to help others grow.

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Arrows in His Hand

by Belinda van Rensburg

Closing my eyes I wait upon His Voice
Softly whispered words to share with all
When He speaks I know I'll have no choice
But to be obedient to His call.

Recorder of God's wishes and commands
Anointed by His Spirit for this task
To guide and teach and sometimes reprimand
Answering the questions people ask.

Poets of the Lord we need to share
Spreading words of Light throughout the night
Reaching those who need it everywhere
Teaching what is wrong and what is right.

Fiery darts used in the Holy War
To expose and bring to naught the devil's lies
Warriors of the present and of yore
Written words our weapons and our cries.

Poems are like arrows in God's Hand
He shoots them straight and true towards their mark
Where the arrows land evil forces soon disband
Bringing God's healing Light into the dark.

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Heed His Watchmen
by Belinda van Rensburg

God set watchmen on our walls
To warn against oncoming dangers;
If we do not heed their calls
We'll fall into the hands of strangers.

Those enemies of God who want
To maim, kill and destroy us all;
God sent His watchmen to the front
To warn us so we will not fall.

If they should not sound the alarm
Our blood will stain our prophets' hands;
They are to warn God's whole realm
When it's attacked by evil bands.

Please listen for their bugle sound -
Take heed when they admonish; call;
Make sure you are not sleeping found
When they cry warnings from the wall.
© 2008

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