His promises He’s come to keep.
Deception’s seen through flashy art
as idols fall and drift apart.
Where demons dug delusions deep
the truth’s now clear. The liars weep.
Here comes the morning freshly made
as night departs and star lights fade.
It’s now we fully understand.
We are the bride. We take His hand.
Our ransom long ago was paid.
Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “art” to be used in a B-line of a décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC for this week’s challenge.
Eugenia offers the word “promises” for this week’s Thursday Prompt.
I am thinking of the last chapters of Revelation.



Very nice. Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you!
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Praise God our ransom was paid long ago by Christ’s work on the cross for the whomsoever. Great poem, Frank!
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Yes, our ransom has been paid. Praise God! Thank you, Mandy!
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Excellent poem brother. I love this:
It’s now we fully understand.
We are the bride. We take His hand.
Our ransom long ago was paid.
Blessings! So thankful for His ransom.
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I am glad those last lines stood out. Thank you, Michael!
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This is a wonderful piece, Frank!
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Thank you, Eugenia!
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Most welcome, Frank!
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I am so glad He paid our ransom. Where would we be otherwise?
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We would be lost. Thank you, Mark!
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