Yahweh

 

  

Yahweh, someone said,

Sounds like a breath:

It is the first breath at one’s birth

And the last at death.

 

It gave me a thrill

To think I called His name

With the very first breath I drew

And then again and again.

 

Try taking a breath

And tell me of its sound,

It’s not farfetched what you hear,

It’s rather quite profound.

 

 

 

Yahweh, Yahweh

Comes with every breath,

Whispering at the time we come forth

Until our very death.

 

When God created Adam

He formed him from the mold,

Then He breathed his breath in him

Making him a living soul.

 

 

 

Yahweh, Yahweh

Comes with every breath,

A whisper at the time we come forth

Until our very death.

 

Now take a deep breath:

Inhale and exhale,

It seems like Yahweh is the sound

And this without fail.

 

Never take for granted

Even a single breath,

Notice it is Yahweh in and out

And then a little rest.

 

 

 

A pause to let it sink in:

Yahweh is in every breath

It’s like calling his name at birth

And saying it until death.

 

It is more obvious

If struggling to breathe,

Could it be a way of calling on Yahweh

To bring us ease?

 

 

 

Yahweh, Yahweh,

Comes with every breath,

From the moment we come forth

Until our very death.

 

Yahweh in and out,

It’s Yahweh every hour,

We cannot draw a single breath

Unless He gives us power.

 

Stewart Russell © September 22, 2025

 

What If

 

 

What if I end up in hell

Because I got it wrong,

Numbered among the “never saved”:

Though strong but wrong?

 

What if on my own merit

I listed all I would’ve done

Only to hear the words, “depart from me”

After life’s race I had run?

 

What if given my status

Especially in some church,

I was called a worker of iniquity

And left in the lurch?

 

What if lesser mortals

Made it into heaven

And hell became my reward though

I believed I was forgiven?

 

 

 

What if as a Christian

I did all that was required

But on that great judgment day

I ended up in hell’s fire?

 

What defense have I

In heaven’s court of law

Or on what human legal experience

Could I then draw?

 

Did you not realize

These are all questions?

Have you ever given thought to such

In any form or fashion?

 

Do we have a right

To God’s mercy and grace?

Is there merit in any one of us-

Even a tiny trace?

 

 

 

If your answer is yes

Then you do have a right

But how would such stand up

In light of the Light?

 

Not well, I would imagine,

Given our sin nature

For regarding who by nature we are,

There’s a bigger picture.

 

That picture, my friend,

Is Yahweh:

The one that sees all, knows all

And has the final say.

 

No merit of heaven

But justly deserving hell

And God would still be justified

Even if no warning bell.

 

All of this is to say

We’re all without merit,

Regardless of status or ethnicity

Hell is our exit.

 

A delight in the Law

Is not a delight in the Lord

So, ‘tis only by God’s grace and mercy

And faith in His word.

 

My just dessert, I repeat,

Is a burning hell

And my argument based on the Law

Is a sure death knell.

 

“I never knew you”

Wasn’t said to the saved

But to those who highlighted works

And not morally depraved.

 

Not to the born-again,

Were these dreaded words said

But to the self-righteous Pharisees,

Who were spiritually dead.

 

 

 

What if you keep the law

But do not know the Christ,

You will wake up in hell, I tell you!

Your good will not suffice.

 

The Law cannot save,

It was never meant to

But to point us to the one who can

And that one is Truth.

 

Stewart Russell © August 5, 2025

 

After the Ball

 

 

After the ball was over:

Perhaps you know the song

Or maybe you know of Cinderella

After the midnight gong.

 

We can put the party

In the place of the ball

And whether it is BLP, DLP or PIP,

One day it will fall.

 

Given the current trends

This may seem unlikely

But nuisance legislation will bring

Unpopularity.

 

One’s sense is made dull

With parties and revelry

But soon the party crazed realizes

It is all empty.

 

The little they receive

They spend it on the party

And who knows better than this party?

Barbados Labour Party.

 

Get them drunk on fun,

Dull their fertile mind

And they will return you to power

Each and every time.

 

Wine is a mocker,

Strong drink is raging:

And whosoever is deceived thereby

Is not wise.

 

Deception is all around

Thus, it pays to be wise,

Much that appears to be alluring

Are hooks in disguise.

 

 

Many have taken the bait

And are nibbling away

But the party will come to an end

On an appointed day.

 

Count back three verses

To Proverbs 14 verse 1,

At the very end of your party

Will everything be gone?

 

When your party is ended

Where will you turn?

Will you turn to one more secure

Or just crash and burn?

 

I recommend one

That time does not impact,

All history past, present and future

Are to Him known fact.

 

 

Seasons change Him not

Neither party allurement,

He declares the end from the beginning

And brings it to fulfilment.

 

This one is Yahweh,

Creator even of time

And every single birth and death

Is a dot on time’s line.

 

Neither BLP nor DLP

Can add one minute to you,

When your allotted breaths are used up

There’s nothing any can do.

 

Let your God-given mind

Rest upon this fact:

Absolute allegiance to any party

Is a sinister trap.

 

Party all you will

With whichever you choose

But if your win is a God-less win,

Then, you lose.

 

Stewart Russell © August 23, 2025

 

Music Speaks

 

 

Do the animals make music

Other than by instinct?

Do they create musical instruments

And think like humans think?

 

Do they play those instruments

To entertain you or me?

Or do they simply make sounds

Like it always used to be?

 

 

Do they write musical scores

Using staffs and notes

And add key and time signatures

To determine how that music floats?

 

Do they assemble orchestras

And pull together bands

And make sweet melodies

That are heard throughout the land?

 

Do they sing four-part melodies

Both high and low

So that when they are finished

People still want more?

 

Do they choreograph that music

In ways you can’t imagine?

Tell me my evolutionistic friends,

Does any nightingale or pigeon?

 

 

Do animals conduct orchestras

Or direct a band?

Do they sing in choirs and chorales

And stick to the plan?

 

Do they sing soprano and alto

Or tenor and bass?

If you could train them forever

Would there be a hint or a trace?  

 

Do animals do any of these?

Enlighten me please,

Speak up my evolutionistic friends

Now’s not the time to freeze.

Tell me the origin of music

Did it start with that big bang,

Where out of nowhere with nothing

There was a horrendous clang?

 

Music before its Creator

O what a laugh!

That’s like math without numbers

That would be quite daft.

 

Would it not be prudent

Given the order there is in music

To come down on the side

That someone at least originated it?

 

And who would be that someone

If he were not supreme

And around forever

Always “Has Been”?

 

Music points to a creator

Just like everything that is

And that Creator knows the answers

To every conceivable quiz.

 

 

Music points its finger

Back to its creator,

Before Chopin and Beethoven

God is its originator.

 

If music could speak like you or me

It would tell you this is a fact,

Only that you would be so taken in

You wouldn’t be able to answer back.

 

But music does speak

In both bold and plaintive tones,

It speaks to them that rejoice

And to them that mourn.

 

Its genres are varied

With its rhythms and beats

And when you come to appreciate it

It’s of the Creator it speaks.

 

It makes a profound statement

That Yahweh exists,

That He is the supreme intelligence;

It’s another on the list.

 

A list that extends

To the very beginning

When the Supreme Intelligence

Created everything.

 

Stewart Russell © May 2020

 

 

One with Eternity

 

 

God is one with eternity

Neither came before the other

Neither had a beginning

So no need to bother.

 

God is the eternal being

So are the Spirit and the Word,

None of the three was created

And that is not absurd.

 

In the beginning was the Word

And the Word was God,

So was the Holy Spirit:

The Trinity they are called.

 

Co-essential and co-eternal

Are attributes of all three,

Father, Son and Holy Spirit

The Blessed Trinity.

 

It is not easy to grasp

But the concept is strongly implied,

The Trinity is Bible based

And cannot be denied.

 

The Father, Son and Holy Spirit

Constitute the Eternal One,

These three coexist in eternity

Unlike the gods all gone.

Who made God

Is the question that many pose

Thinking God must have had a beginning

As their argument goes.

 

Then He would be less than God

That we see in the Holy Word

And just like idol worshippers

We too would be absurd.

 

To create an idol and worship it

Is nonsense to the height,

It’s like the blind leading someone

Who still possesses his sight.

 

However, God is the Eternal One

Thus, one with eternity,

He is one but yet three

As expressed in the Trinity.

 

I confess my limitations

And so, I cannot explain,

But if I could, I would be God

And only One can make that claim.

 

That’s God and God alone

Elohim, Jehovah, Yahweh,

The I AM THAT I AM

As Moses was told to say.

The Eternal One

And one with eternity,

Creating time and space and matter

The universal Sovereignty.

 

Not constrained by time

Or contained by the depth of space,

Not defined by earthly matter

Or by the human race.

 

In His image created He them

But He Himself was not created,

The Eternal One is He

Just as the Bible stated.

 

Three-in-One I must repeat

It needs to be emphasized,

The Lord God Jehovah is one God

And there is none besides.

 

One with Eternity

 

Stewart Russell © November 27, 2021

 

The Beginning of Time

 

 

If everything had a beginning

As most of us will agree,

Then time also had a beginning-

That we should also see.

 

But how did time begin?

It must have been suddenly,

Emerging out of somewhere

Perhaps, eternity.

 

Eternity is a phenomenon

We do not readily understand,

We have no reference point

For the concept it demands.

 

Learning begins at the intuitive:

What we know we know,

And from that body of schema

Other concepts grow.

 

Time, however, is different

We do have a concept of time,

It is calibrated in days and weeks

And measures of this kind.

 

There must have been a time

When time had not begun,

Oops! Right here lies my human slip

But better cannot be done.

 

A conundrum some would say:

A brain-teaser or a riddle,

A difficult problem at the very least

That’s currently unsolvable.

Except of course, there’s one

That knows the answer to all,

A time when time had not begun

Therefore, must lead to God.

 

“In the beginning, God…”

It must inevitably begin with Him,

The only credible account

Of history from its origin.

 

History is a synonym for time:

Time already unfolded

But in the eyes of Almighty God,

Time is differently coded.

 

No past and present and future

As far as God is concerned,

For Him who resides in eternity

There is nothing else to learn.

 

Time is our best reference

For an understanding of eternity

But even this falls erringly short

Given out finite capacity.

 

Evolutionists enunciate an origin

For everything under the sun

But concerning the beginning of time,

They have absolutely none.

 

A projection of billions of years

Is the best that evolutionists can do

But concerning the origin of time

I am yet to hear a view.

Here is one for their consideration:

“In the beginning, God…”

There is no before or after Him,

God is the all in all.

 

It is God that created time

And just enough for His divine plan:

To have a people for Himself

Along with the angelic clan.

 

This time that had a beginning

Will also have an end,

But that, my appreciated reader,

Is for another poem.

 

Stewart Russell © September 8, 2020