"AND SHE SHALL BE CALLED WOMAN"

Genesis 2:23

A poem by Mercy Susanna

From the book, Blessed Creation :A Christian Poetry Collection

One bone you chose

That shields his heart

Mist up with flesh

A pluperfect art!

You made me his crown

Strong yet so fragile,

Gentle and quiet

Worth in your sight.

Lord, I was barren,

You cast off my disgrace

While I picked my pieces

In the dust of the earth.

From Eden did I hear,

A hushed tone of voice;

Arise, Oh little girl

The womb has been opened.

You conquered those doubts

That pull me down from the sky,

Hence unlocked my thoughts

And gave me wings to fly.

So my soul sings with joy

for You took my heart;

Lord, You have turned me,

Into a pluperfect art!

Written in agreement with the Scriptural references:

Genesis 2:23, Genesis 2:21, Proverbs 12:4, 1 Peter 3:4, Luke 1:7, Luke 1:21,25, Luke 8:54, Isaiah 40:31, Luke 1:46

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O death, where is thy sting?

1 Corinthians 15:55

A Poem by Mercy Susanna

Photography by Mercy Susanna

I pulled into the graveyard,
Skulls and bones kissing my feet;

I ate the dust of the earth
As a serpent oozing out venom;

Like a swine in a squalor, 
Did I struggle with my sin;

I wandered in a quiet desert,
Looking for an oasis of hope;

There's drunken pride in my eyes,
Concealing my ignorance well;

For the breath of life, I fought,
O, LORD! 
But You, I haven't sought;

As my heart opened up to the One,
Whose face outshines the brightest star;
Mercy descended from above,
Mending this wounded scar!

A prayer of an afflicted man. When he is faint and pours out his lament before the LORD.

Photography by Mercy Susanna

Hear my prayer, O LORD; let my cry for help come to you. Do not hide your face from me when I am in distress. Turn your ear to me; when I call, answer me quickly. For my days vanish like smoke; my bones burn like glowing embers. My heart is blighted and withered like grass; I forgot to eat my food. Because of my loud groaning I am reduced to skin and bones. I am like a desert owl, like an owl among the ruins. I lie awake; I have become like a bird alone on a roof. All day long my enemies taunt me; those who rail against me use my name as a curse. For I eat ashes as my food and mingle my drink with tears because of your great wrath, for you have taken me up and thrown me aside. My days are like evening shadow; I wither away like grass. 

But you, O LORD, sit enthroned forever; your renown endures through all generations. You will arise and have compassion on Zion, for it is time to show favor to her; the appointed time has come. For her stones are dear to your servants; her very dust moves them to pity. The nations will fear the name of the LORD, all the kings of the earth will revere your glory. He will respond to the prayer of the destitute; he will not despise their plea. Let this be written for future generation, that a people not yet created may praise the LORD: "The LORD looked down from his sanctuary on high, from heaven he viewed the earth, to hear the groans of the prisoners and released those condemned to death."

So the name of the LORD will be declared in Zion and his praise in Jerusalem when the peoples and the kingdoms assemble to worship the LORD. In course of my life he broke my strength; he cut short my days. So I said: 

"Do not take me away, O my God, in the midst of my days; your years go on through all generations. In the beginning you laid the foundations of the earth, and the heavens are the work of your hands.

They will perish, but you remain; they will all wear out like a garment. Like clothing you will change them and they will be discarded. But you remain the same, and your years will never end. The children of your servants will live in your presence;  their descendants will be established before you."

Psalm 102

The Appointment!

Why are you downcast,O my soul? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God. Psalm 42-11

It's been one long month that I haven't thought anything to pen down. How does that feel for someone who is called to do so? A lazy workman? Or an unfaithful being? Or a reluctant sloth? Every day I wake up to an annoying alarm ringing in my ears. I plan the busy schedule and set out for the daily business. And then come back, stare at the ceiling, connecting dots when I shut my eyes and the day ends. Every day, the same, feeling nothing inside, except empty. One fine day I realized that I had stopped reacting to situations, even to the complex ones. May it be gloomy or happy,I just stopped. Writers feel numb sometimes. It makes me feel so inconvenient that I knew not what to write. There may be these two cases that I think I have observed. It might me that, I have many things on my mind that I can't put down anything or, this case that I have absolutely nothing, except the fading background. The way I get experienced is way too unusual. Being exposed to the smoke of the traffic, books, cultures, colors, literature, nature, food, and the gravity of the big planet, drives me to the desk I long to sit at. And pull out the big blue diary to pour out the anxiety, frustration, delight, humor, praise, huh, what not. At the end of the day, the flavors combine to form a tinge of essence which helps me find the purpose of life to know exactly what it really means. I have learned that I'd be stable when I write at least two lines of praise on my daily basis. Maybe, that's my appointment to pour it all out. It might be dramatic but it's true that writers need solace, rather I wish to say, writing is the solace. At least for me. :)

AT THE CROSS

(poem by Mercy Susanna)

Into the heart of the city

Ran with fastened shoe lace

Back pack almost hefty

out of the world at fast pace

Laid my eyes on two road-steads

one the narrow and the other wide

with traffic lights greens and reds

Former can I flee to hide

Trotting into shrinking street

bugs and grass itch my limb

Step by step as I sneak

leaving behind the somber grim

Sinking sounds of crowded barney

Sniffing scent of floral bloom

Sudden stop like a troop of an army

that halted at the summer noon

A structure seemed like painted cross

Dripping sinless blood across

Inclined to ground in a distance mile

Efface the shame of foxy guile

“Enter by the narrow gate. For the gate is wide and the way is easy that leads to destruction, and those who enter by it are many." Matthew 7:14 ESV

B R O K E N

B R O K E N

Photography by Mercy Susanna

Met her in my college days

Young and light and apple face

Oh so beautiful she

Promised her life with me

You hop from clouds to stars

Setting me behind the bars

Now that I am weak and lean

Impatient, restless to glean

Take me too, my darl!

I'm waiting for the call

He is

B r o k e n

Running, chasing dreams

Raring to rise the realms

Hey! I've got the key

There's none ever like me

One by one

the hope's grounding

Day by day

My faith starts fading
Isn't that ruining me?

Oh, how could this be?

He is

B r o k e n

Dark and lone night

She sits under the sky

Setting out the fight

As folks passing by

Weary and withdrawn

Wrestling deep inside

The scars had never gone

In her do they abide

Watching and waiting..

She is

B r o k e n

One that taught you walk

The one that pat your back

His vocals part of the radical

How could you turn a prodigal

Oh my! Oh my lad

with open arms your dad!

He is

B r o k e n

He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.

Psalm 147:3


*The world is full of brokenness around. Every person goes through testing and trials. Waiting patiently, understanding the situations and visualizing God's plan for your life will lead you to Him. This poem is an emotion of few such people in the realistic world.

A  U  R  E  O  L  E

A poem by D.Mercy Susanna

Skinny legs

Torn jeans

Curved hips

Scarlet lips

Polished nails

Well shaped brows

Hair so straight

Heels so high

Mincing steps

Looks so sharp

Rolling eyes of

Long length lashes

Deep inside

You are something different 

Wake it up! Girl..

Cherish from within

You are a vessel

You are worth

You are precious

Than these jewels

And cars

And money!

Charm is deceitful and beauty fades; but a woman who fears the LORD will be praised.               Proverbs 31:30

U  N  L  E  A  S  H  I  N  G

Photography by Mercy Susanna

Smoke puffing out from my nicotine lungs, I dropped a piece of ice in a glass of whiskey. The table beneath my chin, I stared at the ripples that formed due to the transparent dancing cube in the glass. I tossed off a few glasses and closed my eyes aimlessly. I saw a girl. A beautiful girl that I fell in love with. Her face unblemished, hair as soft as a baby's. A year ago, we both walked in the same pub, grooved to the same music, shared the same glass of drink. My thoughts be in a chaotic search for a beauty that had somehow gone adrift. She agonized my subtle notions. Her behavior evoked a quarrel between. With a disheartened soul, I opened my eyes frustratingly. I did not want to think of her anymore. She had cheated on me. Gulping down the cheap drink swiftly, I felt an inborn reflex beneath a nerve. It said, "She is no more mine". I plumped down the glass against the gravity but it did not break. In some way, I scuffled to disremember her memories. I yearned for the deceptive delicacies of life. I engaged myself in gambling. Rushing out of wealth and arrogance, I gave myself to drugs and hookah. My eyes filled with lust and longed to fill  myself with delusive sexual desires. I tried to comfort myself with lascivious orgies. To serve up my fleshly hunger, I had enough to splurge on prostitutes and lashed out all on them. Something stuck in my throat. I languished for another glass of drink. And I'm still thirsty. I hoped at least two more drops would quench. But no! That didn't assuage my thirst. I tipped the glass on the table with a slight torque. Suddenly, I remembered dad. An ingenuous reminiscence.

When I was 5, dad and I, took summer walks at night. He showed me the night sky and said God has made all these stars.  Making unfledged eyes, I pointed my index finger to one of the brightest stars and asked him, "Dad! Who made this?  And the moon? Who made this?" He smiled serenely, "God". I laughed as if it were a very funny joke. The innocencies of childhood made me ask, "Where is He?" Then he showed me an unilluminated area within clear boundaries under my feet flattened due to a streetlight. He said, "God is always with you, like your shadow. He walks beside you and protects you". Though I did not understand what he said, I smiled like a creepy kid. Walks with dad were always the best.

Suddenly, the glass in my hand slipped and fell on the floor of the bar. I realized I was no more  5, but a 22-year-old wounded soul.  Thick drops of water decided to come out of my eyes. They fell on the broken pieces of glass. Immediately I rushed out of the bar and drove my car in haste. It was 2 am in the morning.  I went back to the same road, where dad and I spoke about the magic in the constellation. I saw the same streetlight with a broken shard, spiders making its home, though it shot out the same luminescence. I blew off the dry leaves and sat down crashing all the pride. I looked at my shadow and touched the surface of the road gently. It reminded me of dad. But he is no more with me. I wept in silence. In a span of an eye to blink or a heart to beat, it heard a loud wail.  I cried till I lost sense in my veins. I had ruined my life giving myself to the enemy. Every single sin that had left me to be a prodigal started to prick me like thorns in my flesh. I realized how short my hand was, to reach the One above. I called out upon the name of the LORD. He saw me weeping like a child. I repented of every sin that I remembered since childhood. An intrinsic combustion spread out the  warmth liberating fire in my dead bones. I felt the arms grabbing my shoulders with Love and the voices from Heaven, calling me "son".  The twisted stranded cords and the fastened knots of mental anguish, distress and pain, in which I have been bounded for years started unleashing.

-Mercy Susanna

"COME TO ME, ALL YOU WHO ARE WEARY AND BURDENED, AND I WILL GIVE YOU REST. TAKE MY YOKE UPON YOU AND LEARN FROM ME, FOR I AM GENTLE AND HUMBLE IN HEART, AND YOU WILL FIND REST FOR YOUR SOULS. FOR MY YOKE IS EASY AND BURDEN IS LIGHT." - MATTHEW 11:28

PRAYER FOR SYRIA

by Mercy Susanna

Beseeching Grace - An International prayer Collection

Oh LORD!

I pray for the people in Syria.

You let Your light shine on the Palmyra Mountain,

And spread the waters on the Aleppo plateau.

God who quench our thirst,

I thank you for the Lake Assad.

Breathe life into the city of Damascus,

hold the province of Homs in Your right hand.

Bless the land of Syria O LORD!

Establish the territory into Your everlasting Realm.

As it abuts Israel, Turkey, Iraq, Lebanon, and Jordan

make these nations the instruments of Your peace.

Shed Your heartstrings on them,

as Your compassion is greater than the Great Sea-Mediterranean,

higher than the Mount Hermon.

Since whole nation is horrified at violence,

I cry for all adust and desolate barren souls.

Transfuse Your Love into devoured families that lost homes,

Bestow Your warmth, aid and relief on them.

Look onto those, whose education has been disrupted,

and the ones who has the threat in the future prospects of career.

Heal the sick and provide the better health care systems.

Father! Awaken us to the needs of Your children

We are touched by your solicitude and

We find fervour in Your eyes

Let the needy not be forgotten

I, as a mortal, humble myself before an everlasting God,

for the eternity of the believers in Syria who respond to Your call.

You Oh! sovereign LORD, the ruler of nations, will hear from the Heaven and

will forgive our brothers and sisters and heal them.

LORD! I believe, amid of poverty and brokenness around,

Your grace is at work, for You are the life and the hope;

Forever and ever.

In the name of precious blood of the lamb,

Christ Jesus,

Amen

By Mercy Susanna

Beseeching Grace-An International Prayer collection. Just released— This free ebook includes over twenty-five beautiful prayers for a variety of countries around the world. It was written by talented authors with a desire to enrich your devotional time with God can be read or downloaded here https://drawneartochrist.files.wordpress.com/2015/02/beseeching-grace-draw-near.pdf

Under an oak tree

Though it is her favorite sport, Annie refused to play basketball. She kept low watching the cheerleaders. Her fierce eyes grew cold.  She put the joy of her trey aside but plunged herself to fight the haunting dark shadows. "Ann! Annn!" her mom shouted. She unwillingly hit an angle, but her mom couldn’t catch a glimpse of her. She could still smell that scent left behind her scarf. As soon as she got home, she washed it with a fine detergent. Her mom, "Honey! What are you doing?" She rolled her cold shimmered eyes, " Nothing". She tried to rub off that stingy incense from her mind. She scurried upstairs and fell on the bed like a corpse. She didn’t move but couldn't help staring at that crimson scarf placed on the table. She shut her eyes tightly hoping something would change.  In the morning, she woke up to the sounds of chaos in her head, more annoying than an alarm clock. She sat up gazing at the bells that hung down from the ceiling of her room, where depravity took its place. But nothing changed. It was just another day. She went down to the backyard, retrieving her loathful bygone. She sat helplessly under that old oak tree, clutching her knees close to her chest as if she cuddled a baby. She got drowned within nowhere in the midst of the silence. She has never heard this silence, so loud.  She fought the nausea as she was unable to hear of it anymore. She decided to burn that crimson scarf and right there she did it with all passion hoping she could get rid of it. But the stench is still on her mind chasing her, not leaving her even for a second. She fastened her shoe lace, took a bicycle and headed towards the beach. Poor Annie did not realize that, this incense never died instead crept into her very nerves.

Staring endlessly into the horizon, while the waves from a distant rushed to sink her feet, she dig her fingers deep into the sand. She took a handful of it and threw out aimlessly in the sea. Nothing changed, things remained the same. She could still smell that stench he had left on her scarf though it was burned. The cauterized notions kept pricking her. She felt the blood taking waves swiftly in her body from the head to the sole, her heart beating faster than ever. A rupturing trauma churned her stomach to grave. Smoke poured out of the nostrils of the air. The infernal stench now has odorized into every cell in her body. All she wanted is to disappear. She wished she could go along with the waves rushing back to the cradle. She closed her lids causelessly for a moment. She heard someone whispering into her ears with a sweet voice, "I will deliver you because I love you!"  All of a sudden the voice has made everything calm. The waves rising up and down with all estrangement deep inside her heart came to a sudden halt. The quarantined isolation unexhausted her nerves without leaving her in bewilderment. She deemed to believe the voice, with a reckoning faith. It was the first time she heard of Jesus from her Sunday school teacher preaching at the temple last Sunday.  She heard it again and got up from that place. She realized it was Him. She scampered towards her home like a scuttling worm.

She then took a Book covered in black, placed in a dusty rack. She rode her bicycle in haste. She entered the gates of the temple behind her school lane. To her amusement, she wept in silence. Coming back to her room, she looked in the mirror and smiled a little. The shadows under her eyes have disappeared. She saw herself as a brand new creation. A slow voice behind, she felt someone calling her, “Annie, dearie!"  It was her mom. In a flash, she hastened towards her, hugged and kissed all over her face. "Ann, Honey! Where have you been?" Her brown eyes turning blue, she said, “Mom!” her eyes shining vigorously.

"Yes, Hon!” she bit her lip, waiting keenly for an answer.

"Mom! Jesus loves me!" A huge creep on her face, hugging even more tightly, as it lasted for eternity. She couldn't smell that stench again. Never the stench! Never again!!

Description: Annie, an 11 year old fictitious girl encountered a strange situation in her life, close to molestation, by a 35 year old man. He left the stench of his indecent acts for her. Her inclusion in it, kept badgering her thoughts. An 11 year old girl would probably not know the exact meaning of this absurd mistreatment. Yet she undergoes a mixed tinge of feelings. She created a space in her heart which was clergy and stingy. She has reminded that there is someone who could take away her burden when she has heard from her Sunday school teacher.  When she had let some time and space for Jesus to come in and take over her mental anguish, her faith expanded in Him. She was never that timid little Annie, but turned to be a wise and a bold teenager. Her faith in Christ has been justified.

Photography by Mercy Susanna

Y E S H U A

Under the argent beam of moonlight, she called out names at the corner of the street. She tried to capture young men with her eyelids. “Come in, let me fill you with the deepest desire you have. Let's drink deep of love. Come let’s enjoy ourselves and spend the night together.” Men walked clinging to their bottles filled half with wine. Watching and waiting, as the dry leaves rustled in the breeze, she saw a man dressed in white, pass by. Jingling earrings hanging down her shoulder, she came towards him with her neck outstretched. She put her hand on her hip, a creep so cunning on the face and rolled her painted eyes, “What’s your name?” He turned and watched her in silence. His eyes filled with compassion, perplexed her. She couldn’t look into his, for longer. A lump formed in her throat, she couldn’t breathe for a while. Her mouth went dry. The lines on her forehead disappeared. Her face calm and still, eyes filled with tears washed her inside out. Quiescent ripples on her lips; with a hushed voice she called him, “Yeshua!” In a flash, she picked up her scarlet robe behind and draped it around, in disguise. Falling on her knees she cried out, “Lord! Lord!! How hast thou looketh into these eyes of a harlot?” He touched her famished soul with His. Conciliation steadied her fickle heart. He saw her profound regret. He said with an intense tenderness, “Woman! Your sins are forgiven. I’m making you a pure bride. Never look back.”




Storytelling
Based on Scripture-Proverbs 7-17,18; John 8:11

E V E R L A S T I N G

"Your kingdom is everlasting kingdom,

 and your dominion endures through all generations.

 The LORD is faithful to all his promises and loving toward all he has made.

The LORD upholds all those who fall and lifts up who are bowed down.

The eyes of all look to you, and give them their food at the proper time.

You open your hand and satisfy the desires of every living thing."

Psalms 145:13-16

Our God Almighty is powerful, compassionate, merciful and gives everything in abundant. He is faithful and not partial. He loves everyone equally. But we think that He does not, as every person is different , for the things we possess. Some rich some poor. Some fair some dark. Some weak some strong. Some good some bad. Some blessed some cursed. We do fight these questions in our head. But God loves everyone of us equally. That is how and why He gave His one and only Son to the whole world. Not some, but everyone as mentioned in John 3:16. Yet, we desire to sow the bad seeds and buy destruction to our lives. We live in bliss, ignoring the common grace which was shed as the blood on the cross for every human. We reap what we sow despite being good or bad. Let me quote from Galatians 6:7-8 "Do not be deceived: God cannot be mocked. A man reaps  what he sows. The one who sows to please his sinful nature, from that nature will reap destruction; one who sows to please the Spirit, from the Spirit will reap eternal life." Believe that God is ever faithful, ever loving, and everlasting. 

Blessed be! :)

Photography by Mercy Susanna

“Yes I am coming soon”

Revelation 22:20

Many of the people around the world do not believe that there is a place called Hades (Hell) for the sinners who do not repent when Jesus himself evidently spoke of it in His first and the second coming as well. Scriptures are obvious to open the eyes of our hearts to understand the kingdom of God and know the about the perilous voyage too. This domain is being effaced in the present coevals.

“I say to you that many will come from east and the west, and will take their places at the feast with Abraham, Isaac and Jacob in the kingdom of heaven. But the subjects of the kingdom will be thrown outside, into the darkness, where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.” Matthew 8:11-12. A vivid verse line from the Bible tells us that Jesus here spoke about the Heaven and the Hell. An apparent description is shed light on.

"Woe to the world because of the things that cause people to sin! Such things must come, but woe to the man through whom they come!  If your hand or your foot causes you to sin, cut it off and throw it away. It is better for you to enter life maimed or crippled than to have two hands or two feet and be thrown into eternal fire. And if your eye causes you to sin, gouge it out and throw it away. It is better for you to enter life with one eye than to have two eyes and be thrown into the fire of hell.” Matthew 18:7-9.

In verse 8 and 9, Jesus said, subjects which are impure or unrighteous will not enter the Kingdom. Instead it will be thrown into Hell. Sin has to do with the eternal fire and sinless, the eternal life. Jesus is the One who holds the keys of Heaven and Hell as well. “I am the Living One; I was dead, and behold I am alive forever and ever! And I hold the keys of death and Hades.”  Rev 1:18. Unless there is repentance, nor we accept Christ as the Son of God and believe in Him and follow Him, we cannot enter the Kingdom. Jesus often discoursed of repentance before our death and of forgiveness in every way possible, may it be through parables yet sermons.

Repent before you die!

Few of us puff up in our hearts that we’ve never sinned. Now and again swell our minds that we never had committed a murder, nor adultery, nor a sin which is enormously huge, so why should we repent, and of what? As it is written: “There is no one righteous, not even one; there is no one who understands, no one who seeks God. All have turned away; they have together become worthless; there is no one who does good, not even one.” Romans 3:10-12 “Even from the birth the wicked go astray; from the womb they are wayward and speak lies. Their venom is like the venom of a snake.” Psalms 58:3, 4 “We all, like sheep, have gone astray, each of us has turned to his own way.” Isaiah 53:6. “For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God” Romans 3:23. We are sinners since our first cry, since we set our foot on this planet. Until and unless you have Jesus, you cannot enter the Kingdom. Whoever has set this pride in their hearts that he is sinless and is in a touch-and-go misconception yet in a mordacious delusion that he is going to Heaven without Jesus is a fool. No man is sinless, except the One who came from Heaven, Christ Jesus. And no one could creep in the realm of Heaven without Him. “No one has ever gone into Heaven except the one who came from Heaven-the son of Man.” John 3:13.

Luke 3:7-9 says, “You brood of vipers! Who warned you to flee from the coming wrath” Produce fruit in keeping with repentance. And do not begin to say to yourselves, 'We have Abraham as our father.' For I tell you that out of these stones God can raise up children for Abraham. The ax is already at the root of the trees, and every tree that does not produce good fruit will be cut down and thrown  into the fire.” “Remember the height from which you have fallen! Repent and do the things you did at first. If you do not repent, I will come to you and remove your lamp stand from its place.” Rev 2:5. “He who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says to the churches. To him who overcomes, I will give the right to eat from the tree of life, which is in the paradise of God.” Rev 2:7.

John 3:3 says “I tell you the truth, no one can see the kingdom of God unless he is born again.” Being born again is an initial start and an essential maneuver to make a Way! Unless you repent you cannot taste this experience. But we refuse to acknowledge His voice as much as if we are profoundly deaf. When we do not lend our ears to Him but do things without His will, on the Day of Judgment, you got to answer Him. Even if you had done good things in galore with a rueful heart but disinclined to do the will of the Father, your are making a self-destructive swath!! "Not everyone who says to me, 'Lord, Lord,' will enter the kingdom of heaven, but only he who does the will of my Father who is in heaven.” Matthew 7:21.  God is giving us time to repent of our trespasses to help you get out of the way to the Inferno. But we are unwilling to repent and be in a false trance that everyone despite of his faith is going to Heaven. “I have given her time to repent of her immorality, but she is unwilling. So I will cast her on a bed of suffering, and I will make those who commit adultery with her suffer intensely, unless they repent of her ways.” Rev 2:21. Search your thoughts and acquire denouement, without whom are you going to heaven? Without Jesus? Who will allow you to enter the kingdom of God? “Repent therefore! Otherwise, I will soon come to you and will fight against with them with the sword of my mouth.” Rev 2:16. The time is near. Let all the pride filled in your heart crash. We were never righteous. We never become righteous through our deeds, for it says all our good deeds are like filthy rags without Jesus. They never straighten our paths to Heaven. It is only through Jesus Christ we are worthy to walk in those Golden Streets. He came into this world not to call the righteous, but sinners to repentance (Luke 5:32). This might revolt against our consciences but do not get offended by what it means, because Jesus wants us to be His children. He loves us and wants us to be with Him with the Father. “Those whom I love I rebuke and discipline. So be earnest, and repent. Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with him, and he with me. To him who overcomes, I will give the right to sit with me on my throne, just as I overcame and sat down with my Father on his throne.” Rev 3:19-21.

“Remember, therefore, what you have received and heard; obey it, and repent.” Rev 3:3,

 for, “I am coming soon” Revelation 22:20.