“Christmas: Yes to Presence; No to Pretense”

12/25/13. 12/26/13.
Written by: Victor P.

“Christmas: Yes to Presence; No to Pretense”

Fleeting, passing, vanishing, lost soul’s breath;
No hands to keep away inevitable nighing death.
Much temporary for the temporal,
Prominent instead of the eternal.

When the noise of the season ceases and the songs depart,
What will be the thing that shall remain in a person’s heart?
Oh, if there were no more songs left for any souls to sing,
What would survive? What would be the remaining thing?

Walking lights and sitting shadows,
The dim embers and burning glows.
Days of new life under a cover
Leave to shatter, thus recover.

Temporary, so soon passing!
What’s the point of amassing
Things and things and even more things?
No, Heaven’s treasures are not nothings!

This gift come unwrap –
A map for life’s course.
Saved soul, come clap,
Won war without force.

Temporary, temporal, things without eternal value –
Don’t set your heart on them, don’t waste your life on that
Which cannot satisfy the longing God put in you.
Nothing but God shall satisfy! Repent before line goes flat!

Depart now thither, vile enemy’s every lie
To be forgotten, burn in the hot consuming flames.
All your pretenses, lies, fictional faces and names,
Leave them in the past to wither and die.

When all the presents of the past disappear,
What will you have then remaining?
After all the years that you have lived here,
Say, what were you really gaining?

No guarantee of tomorrow; no escape from possible future sorrow.
No lies can hold any soul up. Time is at most ours only to borrow.
Even your own life you’ve not created, creating hands were not yours
So let praise of God be what from your lips and heart forth daily pours.


The holiday spirit, or so it is called,
Getting in it if only for a month, yes;
Making an effort to leave unwalled
Your heart, but beneath ’tis a mess.

Breath is fast gone, from insincere lips sent,
Vainly exhaling to say the words not meant.

A feigned walk,
A pretend talk;
A shadow of the real,
That true holiday feel.

No, let it not pass in vain pretense!
No pressured steps for an offense,
And no guilt-manipulated heart speaking
Of things the soul is not even seeking.

If the reason for the season
Is forgotten then it’s treason
Against the Lord’s most holy blood.
Let the meaning your heart go flood.

How many songs are left in your heart hung?
Leave not your heart’s joyful song unsung,
Ready to pour out in melody to be heard,
Restrain not, leave it not to be left unheard.

Oh, what about the days of lies or all the sorries?
They are remnant shadows in blurred memories,
But light of truth dissipated the darkness,
Clarity has come, thus come and confess.

‘Tis the season of giving and receiving
But the enemy is intent on deceiving!
Cast off the masks and smile truly, all!
Come, unsaved souls, heed God’s call!

Take not away the meaning from this season
And take not the life out of the joy.
Life is to be lived with a purpose and a reason;
No life is worthless, no life is a toy!

It is a time of joy and celebration;
Come to repentance, every nation!
The ever-reigning Lord is to be glorified!
His holy name is to be forever magnified!

It is no fictional, traditional flow of hollow words!
It is no inhalation of deception nor exhalation of lies!
The Savior has set free so many from sin’s cords
And daily every sincere heart the one Savior glorifies!

Have presence of love,
Not pretense for above!

Neither freezing snow nor burning sun
Had ever saved a soul, no, not even one!
‘Twas only the blessed Savior – Christ Jesus –
God-man in flesh, He alone came to save us!

Rejoice, all of the earth,
Hear every blessed word!
Know your true worth
In the eyes of the Lord!

No lies for saving faces;
No hiding in dark places,
In hearts wherein new life is true,
Kept not hidden since it first grew.

Steps into the light, darkness fought,
Glimpses of a brighter future sought.
Hands reach out, many a soul for salvation longs!
The lungs pour out the blessed words in songs!

Who loves the pretense
Seeks not the presence.
In meaning’s absense
There’s bred nonsense.

Stay with those who from darkness freed have been
And seek hearts where that blessed light is soon seen
Like a bright star in the dark night’s sky
And see how love will then soon testify.

Is the meaning kept in the blood of heart’s intention?
Is truth to remain hidden, even without its mention
To thirsty souls in life’s desert, poor souls unsaved?
God forbid! Go, speak the truth for the way is paved.

As the angels then did sing:
Glory to the newborn King!
So too our words with truth ring:
To us salvation Christ did bring!

Seek Christ’s presence upon this great holiday
And let not go to waste even one single day!
Never forget why Christ was born, why He died, why He did again rise!
Never regret believing, serving, loving Him; let your heart’s praise arise!

Glory to the Lord our God and to Jesus Christ our King!
Forever we shall praise Him! His praise forever we’ll sing!
Glory to God Alone.


“Warriors All”

Written by: Victor P.

“Warriors All”

Oh! We were all born to fight

But have we lost our strength?
If we lower our hands
We shall suffer defeat!

Yes, we were born for the light
But has the dark more length
Covering all our lands?
Our King we shall meet.

We are warriors all
But as beggars we call.
In our sins we fall;
Thought we were so tall.

What are we fighting for
And say how much more
Can we take and what do we make
Of tragedy we endure for His sake?

Are we loyal warriors
In the army of the Lord?
Be no more worriers;
Stand by the living Word!

Remember: from the kingdom of darkness
Our Lord has taken us; we were a mess
But He has saved, redeemed, cleansed us
And transferred us to His own Kingdom!

So many “contagious displays of latent iniquity
Are as evident now as they were in antiquity!
Behold those pitiful, wicked warriors of Satan:
The doomed, damned, finally impenitent men!
Note: Source of inspiration for the poem:

All men are warriors, every one, and by the eternal necessity of things they are in this world to suffer a final defeat, or gain an eternal conquest. There is no armistice; there is no retreat; there is no discharge from this war; it is victory, or it is death.
– Luther T. Townsend (from “Lost Forever” p.207)

“Present Views”

Written by: Victor P.

“Present Views”

Your words show your ignorance plainly.
How can you say it’s inconsequential?
You cannot escape the consequences.
Don’t try to fool those who see you for you!

Oh, retrogression!
Dead progression.
We dine on folly,
Deludedly jolly.

Time is on the side of those who see its value.
Wipe your pretence off your face and find a clue
To the present situations you’ve gotten yourself in
Because it is no trivial thing, this battle with sin.

“Contemplations After the Day’s Perusal”

Written by: Victor P.

“Contemplations After the Day’s Perusal”

Some prevalent notions
Have led many astray,
Manipulating emotions,
Turning lives to gray.

The concept of our struggle being futile
Stems from misconceptions and guile
Of the archenemy intent on deceiving
The redeemed, the truths perceiving.

None can delay the coming
Of Christ the King of kings
Unto Whom the world sings,
Joyful Him it is welcoming.

Be your own god now,
Make up your own law
And in this folly
You shall perish.

“Wasted Time and Remedies”

Written by: Victor P.

“Wasted Time and Remedies”

Thieves of time,
This is our crime:
We waste and waste
A life lived in haste.

As we waste time we’re given
To use wisely for holy purposes,
Know we can still be forgiven
But we’ll face the consequences!

Oh, what can our excuses give us
When we see death is staring
At our terrified faces with focus?
Wasting we become uncaring!

See the tears on the faces of them
From whose lives sorrow is a stem
To reach your cold, petrified heart
Before you completely fall apart!

See those eyes, burn your lies,
They look at you with love.
Oh, I pity the one who denies
New life comes from above!

Tell me, tell me, what reason
Have you to commit treason?
What’ll it cost you, do you know?
Just wait now for time will show!

“Weep Now”

Written by: Victor P.

“Weep Now”

Weep for the lost,
Their peril is great
And count the cost
Of this to create.

Like words left unsaid
And innocents misled
This becomes our song,
A failure to stay strong.

Weep now for they are blind,
Speak now for they must hear,
Truth reaching heart and mind,
So far before but now so near.

Oh, let us close our mouths and listen
To what all the lost ones have to say.
Did we see how their eyes’d glisten
As they in unbelief on deathbeds lay?

“Sickly Halo”

Written by: Victor P.

“Sickly Halo”

“I see you are bleeding slow,
Your halo has a sickly glow,
You fail to see the point,
You came to disappoint.

I will watch as they will rip
You apart for your profession,
I will watch your eyes drip
With the blood of confession.”

There is nothing in sin you can win.
There’s no victory where there’s sin.
No freedom in the darkness of deceit,
No true life in selfishness and conceit.

Watch as your eyes turn away,
Pray that it won’t come today.

Your halo will burn,
Your eyes will turn,
Your hope now gone,
Nothing you’ve won!