The Hand Of God
Touches Us
The Eye Of God
Sees Us
Never Alone
Angels At Call
We Are Loved
Guardians Tall
His Forever
Eternally Free
Just For A Moment
We Think Misery
We Are Not Lost
We Are Not Alone
We Are His Soldiers
Coming On Home
A Victory March
More Than Conquerors
Preachers Skip
The Verses Encourage
They Aim And Target
The Church Itself
Instead of Equipping
For Something Else
We Become Oblivous
It Is So Common
Condemning The Bride
The Pastoral Omen
Pastors Are Vital
They Are Dearly Needed
But If Bought Off
Dangerously Heeding
For Four Generations
We Are Flatfooted
Milquetoast And Taciturn
Caught Pussyfooting
Never Encouraged
To Take A Stand
But Rather Timidly
Go Through The Land
Show And Shut
Just Appear
Fit In Nicely
Hell Disappears
Yet We Are Called
To Be Salt And Light
Get Involved Preserve
In God’s Holy Sight
He Will Avenge
He Will Come
He Will Destroy
All Against Him
The Whole World
Is Fooled Into A Mode
Thinking Selfishly
The Only Road
Jesus Is The Way
The Entry To Heaven
He Is The Door
The Narrow Way In
Once Entered
A Moment Of Faith
Eternally Given
The Holy Spirit Mates
“I Am With You Always“
“When You Are Weak – Strong“
At Moment of Death
The Resurrection Sprung!
rKw Jr 10.12.21
Robert Kelly
b 1965
A Christian Poet
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