The World

by James Riscinti

The world is a very strange place, it’s true,

just as strange as me and you.

Trying to understand where we’ve been,

is quite an endeavor to enter in.

As it is, our thoughts remain,

perhaps the world is just insane.

Until I look without the L,

then the world, it’s secrets tell.

Special

by James Riscinti

The way you’re created and all you’ve been through,

makes you special, makes you, you.

There’s peace content when we see,

that all in all was meant to be.

But peace content soon departs,

when woulda coulda shoulda enters a heart.

We’re God’s orchestration, and not our own,

and when complete, God takes us home.

Morning Poem for Violators

by James Riscinti

Our debt is more than we can bear,

as it should,God’s Law will tear.

As violators, one & all,

dead in sin from the fall,

leaves us helpless & depraved,

in the need of being saved.

This serious state, you can not see

unless God’s Spirit enters thee.

For if God opens up your eyes,

you will see why Jesus died.

For it’s only by God’s Sovereign Grace,

that the Remnant can… Continue reading →

Evening Poem of Learning

by James Riscinti

Even in the valleys deep,

one may cry, one may weep.

By God’s Mercy comes a Song,

of deliverance, from what’s wrong.

Thou I do not understand,

yet, All is purposed by God’s Hand.

What I know, I need to learn,

thou it’s painful, thou it burns.

The experience that teaches me,

of all of which I need to be.

So if in heartache, I suffer loss,

I know it’s not a wasted cost.