B.A.Y.O.R

Wednesday, January 8, 2025

A Turn Around | Repost

I had messed up—badly too—

Did things I swore I’d never do.

I left behind what once was mine,

Chased empty dreams, ignored the signs.

I wasted time, I lost my place,

And shame became my daily face.

But one day, truth began to speak—

It broke my pride, made me feel weak.

I knew I had to make things right,

Though all ahead was fear and night.

With trembling steps and heavy heart,

I turned around, a brand new start.

I didn’t think I’d be received,

For all the hurt, the lies believed.

But as I neared my broken past,

Grace met me at the gate—so fast!

No harsh rebuke, no angry word,

Just arms wide open—peace occurred.

I asked to serve, to just belong,

But love had planned a welcome song.

A robe, a feast, a joyful sound—

Redemption’s love had wrapped me round.

Though I had wandered far and wide,

He’d walked with me the whole long ride.

Wednesday, January 1, 2025

TIME | A Rhymed Reflection | Repost

I strolled into a clock shop's space,

Where ticking hands set quite the pace.

Each clock displayed a different time,

Their chimes and ticks a varied rhyme.

One proclaimed, "It's nearly eight!"

Another said, "You're running late!"

A third chimed in, "It's ten o'clock,

Why are folks still in their socks?"

"Midnight now," a fourth one said,

"Yet no one stirs, all still in bed."

Confused, I watched their hands debate,

Each confident, none seemed to wait.

Amidst the noise, a silent face,

An old clock stood with humble grace.

Dust-covered, aged, and set apart,

Yet something stirred within my heart.

It whispered, "I am Truth, the Way,

Consistent through both night and day.

These others tick with fleeting might,

But I remain, the constant light.

They claim to know, yet miss the mark,

Their hands just spinning in the dark.

Twice a day, they might be true,

But I am steadfast, through and through.

My time is near, the end is nigh,

When truth will shine, and falsehoods die.

For those who walk the path I tread,

Eternal light lies just ahead."

Awakened from this vivid dream,

I pondered what these visions mean.

A call to share, to spread the word,

To live the truths that I had heard.

A chosen soul, a voice to raise,

To guide the lost through life's maze.

From shadows into radiant light,

To stand for truth, to do what's right.

So if you hear this humble rhyme,

Reflect upon the sands of time.

Embrace the path, let go of strife,

And find in Him eternal life.

Initial Post: Time | © 12th February 2001 by 'Bayor Martins

BIBLE READING 2025

Welcome to a Grace-filled 2025!

Please join a vibrant community of believers as we read through the Old and New Testament simultaneously. We will be honored to have you join!

Please click here for the BibleProject | Old Testament In One Year Reading Plan

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Thank you and do enjoy a Grace-filled 2025!

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Wednesday, December 25, 2024

JINGLING BELLS | REPOST

The bells are ringing, the sound is tingling,
Through ancient times, the hope was mingling.
A tale began—so bold, so bright—
Of a baby born one holy night.

Not in gold or royal flair,
But in a manger, cold and bare.
A virgin bore, yet none could see,
The weight of heaven’s mystery.

He came so meek, He came so small,
Yet destined to redeem us all.
To those with hearts prepared and wide,
He stepped in low—but changed the tide.

He feeds His flock with strength divine,
By God’s own name, His power shines.
The bells are ringing—do you hear?
The angels sang, the sky drew near.

Out in the fields, shepherds stayed,
Watching flocks through night’s parade.
Then light exploded, truth unfurled:
The Savior King had hit the world.

Not new, but true—this child, this Son,
Born to rule, the Holy One.
The government upon His frame,
He crushed the dark, exposed its shame.

But oh, the serpent schemed and struck,
Thought he'd win with cross and muck.
He cheered as blood ran down the tree,
Blind to heaven’s strategy.

At Calv’ry's hill, he called it done,
But God had planned a greater run.
Death got quiet, hell grew still,
When Jesus rose—it broke their will.

Back in the days of priest and veil,
The High Priest entered, frail and pale.
If bells still rang, the man yet breathed,
But if they stopped—he was beneath.

Our High Priest walked into that place,
And hell looked up—beheld His face.
And still the bells—they rang, they rang,
As heaven’s host in triumph sang.

Now hear it loud, the sound is clear,
He's coming soon—His time is near.
Creation groans, the earth stands by,
To see the King return on high.

Let those who’re holy, holy be,
Let righteous walk in purity.
For He brings reward in hand,
And judges works in every land.

So now, my friend, where do you stand?
To the right—or left-hand band?
The final bell is yet to toll,
The trumpet blast will shake your soul.

Now is the time to make things right.
The day is bright—but comes the night.
The bells are ringing… ringing… RINGING—
While heaven waits, and saints keep singing.

Initial Post: Jingle Bells © 23rd December 2001 by 'Bayor Martins