Crowns

Valued and cosseted by the hand of the Thin White Queen

Not for herself the rampant gold an offering

To the majesty of the Black King who rules over all

And she to Him will keep all her live in thrall

Gained in the close fight of a life filled with pain

She, because of His love, is rescued again and again

To His merciful feet she casts her cash of reward

In the eternal kingdom He passes her gift with accord

Six crowns her perfect sacrifice

For a life swapped in righteousness for strife

All glory to The Black King who reigns above and below

And all crowns are His as the Thin White Queen will show. 

The Black Heart

The spirit of the Black Jack King is in the air

His sights are set on the White Queen so fair

His heart is filled with selfish deadly hate

That he will visit on the life so newly great

The Black Heart is standing by the stream

Of living water that has only now been seen

By the perfect pair so recent life imbibed

From the Black King which in the book is scribed

Ah, that deep heart has meted out its woe

As the angel confronts the pair and sword to show

That all is destitute in Eden’s fair land

Out of sorts and out of love he stands 

They never knew the kingdom’s way

Until they lost it that fateful day

Black Heart will forever be fatefully lost

Since he did not render all and count the cost.

Subjugation

The Thin White Queen bows with everlasting renown

Before the Black King who wears the eternal crown

She bows with all her will to Him relent

Of all ills and everlasting contempt

She sees His faithfulness that never can decay

Through all the kingdom that He will rule alway

Her Will is bent to His holy will supply

For unto death He her strength will alway apply

She lingers lonely as her loving hand does wait

She sees Him close and each weary day relate

How He will meet the needs of the Thin White Queen

As He her lover for all times and times has been

Do not quit the field while fight is still in play 

For she her love will never long delay

She waits… her heartfelt pain to relate and see

He her love waits and lingers long the Holy See…

I keep it all a secret, Lord, she murmurs here

Until the Black King will one day reappear…

The Pale Rider

The Pale Rider comes to take away your breath

He stalks your days with his eternal weapon – death

O who will release us from this body of woe

As into a Christ filled eternity we must go.

We shelter in the arms of one who only loves

Seeking all our comfort in the arms of the heavenly dove.

He the eternal sword of righteousness will slake

In the blood of the covenant that sin and death will take

To the depths of hell and bury there

All iniquity that the queens and kings do share 

Evade that Pale foe who stalks your days and nights

Trust in the Black King to forgive all the dark and light

Where you have failed and blotted your record

Come to His loving arms with one single-minded accord

That the stalker will be thwarted and his schemes destroyed 

In the only Saviour trust so that you are never annoyed

But gain entrance into the kingdom forever true

And all the death and darkness further eshew…

Grasp the sword it is the truth of all life

The only way to escape the certain death of strife.

The return of the White King

The Black King can redeem our sorry state

When hearts are cold and heaped high with hate

He only can renew the mind and heart

That the White King has felt with sorry smart

He falls down and is lifted up and given peace

That he might enter the kingdom and given the lease 

Of the mansions prepared for all who bend the knee

To the Ace of spades who rules all eternity.

The Thin White Queen has ruled that he be there

So that all will be renewed in the hearts so fair

For the Black king will have all who come to Him

Released from fear and the reaper grim.

White King do not long delay

For the door lies open for you today.

Find you way back to the land of the living love

And you will be filled with the joy of heaven above. 

Crown Him

They cast their crowns before His feet in holy awe

All their victories are in His holy way they can view

The Black King has redeemed them all for His royal abode

And He leads them gently for His burden is a light load

The Thin White Queen is first in the line of the adored

She has won the right to worship at His glorious board

In the festal throne they all adore His name and magnify

As the Black King welcomes them into his path to deify

All who come to Him in humility and the strength of subtlety

That all my reign with Him in the light of the glorious Day.

Throw them down at His feet like leaves in the forest grown

So that all His righteousness will infiltrate all that is known

And He Himself will be adored by all the kingdoms hosts

Forgetting yourself and ministering to the last posts 

Of those who are doomed to be lost forever

To taste of the kingdoms treasures never

Turn dear hearts of the lost and fall before your God

Let His glory infiltrate every part of your life story abroad

The Black King in all His glory in now seen by all

His justice rules eternal and all judgment is His to call…

The Adored Word

The Thin White Queen delights in the Holy Word

Forever be the Word by her adored

To learn it is her ever dear delight.

And recite it in the darkness of the night.

It’s pages gleam with the light sublime

The truth of the Black King to mine

The hidden jewels of His true heart

As she the Words and phrases mark.

The colours in the mighty Word shine out

As she picks out the truths that sparkle and shout

The love of the Black King so tender and true

For those so unlovely who the right eschew

And so desperately need the ransom paid

By the death of deaths and hell mislaid.

Come gather round all ye who feel the hurt

Of this worlds ways and the words spoken so curt

Find the way to life and peace of heart and mind

As the truth eternal bind you to all that is kind…

The Red Horse

The nostrils of the Red Horse spread wide with rage

As the urge overcomes the desire for peace to stage

A bloody bath of war and destitution

And the building up of an arsenal for restitution.

The stench of hate fills the open countryside

As for the destruction of the human his psyche will deride

To visit the gloom on every careless soul

And into a Christ-less eternity will surely roll.

Resist the delusion that he alone is king

For over the deluge of war another voice will sing

The song of the redeemed that will rule and reign

And every outcome of that false power will distain.

Come White Queen bring all your strength to bare

On the risen Black King who is waiting patiently there

For you to acquiesce all your right to rule

As He eternity will bring your to love so full

The Red Horse will never rule nor death procure

For destiny is certain and his destruction is sure.

The Black Horse

He moves me again to look at the frightening scene

As another horse emerges from the shadows serene

Seemingly quiet but full on conquering woe

As into its shadows the world longingly goes

The scales of mammon move back and forth

Along the pathway of certain remorse

For He will vanquish every happy breath

And leave our soul in peaceful death

Until the day of the great asise

When every penny is judged by the wise

And fully recognised Black King

Who rules over filthy lucre and everything.

He will scatter the curse of the Black Horse

As His kingdom comes with hearts without remorse

The people of God give certain sway

Over the scales of doubt that dog each way.

The White Horse

The beast has said to me to come and see

A sight never seen before and will one day be

A White Horse with a rider dressed in white 

A golden crown and a bow bent on conquering might

I could not take my eyes of His powerful vision

For it was more to me than delusive superstition…

A horse bent on conquering all its foes

Like the lamb of God He rides and through the whole world goes

Who can interpret the glorious scene

As over my psyche the vision does gleam

Will He conquer us all or of some with hope bereft

Left cold and doomed in the shadows of the cleft

Of the rock where they call on it to fall

Making the day of judgment their eternal pall

A day of fear and the heights of anxiety

Wishing they were dead and buried in the deepest sea.

Come White Horse and rider – deliver the gospel call

As the beast moves and destiny vanquishes all.