Special Moments with Judith Bronte







"Unvanquished"
by Judith Bronte




"Who through faith... quenched the violence of fire, escaped the edge of the sword, out of weakness were made strong, waxed valiant in fight, turned to flight the armies of the aliens."
-Hebrews 11:33, 34

"Valiant for the Truth upon the Earth."
-Jeremiah 9:3

For Christina N.

There once was a princess who loved a white knight,
Whose sword shone as brilliant as the new morning light.

Only unsheathed to defend weak and old,
This knight was as valiant as a lion is bold.

The princess listened and followed his fame,
Stirring at every mention of his name.

Her love was a secret that could never be spoken,
Her face could not betray even the slightest token.

Her father would choose the man she would wed,
For women, though royal, were born to be led.

Though daily reminded of the king's will,
Her love grew strong and persisted still.

While this was the scene in the lovesick damsel's heart,
A different one played out on the Field of Ruebart.

A neighboring kingdom had attacked this peaceful land,
Bellowing threats and brandishing its merciless hand.

So to the Fields of Ruebart the king's armies did descend,
To decide by battle and bring oppression to an end.

Steel on steel! iron on iron! every element played its part,
As men spilled their lives on the sodden Fields of Ruebart.

The king's armies were dying, his men began to run,
They retreated and fled like a fast setting sun.

As the enemy chased them with a victorious battle cry,
A white banner suddenly unfurled against the pale blue sky.

Every man of the king's mighty army had run,
Every man had quit, every man-- except one.

His white brilliant sword caught the noon light,
Yes, it was the fair princess' white knight!

In the midst of the field, the valiant knight remained,
His brave soul was unvanquished, his spirit untamed.

"For God, for freedom, for truth, and for right!
For family and loved ones!" cried the white knight.

Though exhausted and drained, he fought harder still,
And when the king's army saw it, they regained their will.

As soldiers returned to the Fields of Ruebart,
Courage forsook the evil kingdom's heart.

In a short while, the hard-fought battle was won,
The king and his army rejoiced-- yes, every one.

Then back home they marched with voices raised high,
And praised their God, Who had not passed them by.

To honor the white knight, a sumptuous banquet was made,
Lamb and roast, pheasant and peahen-- such was the dish parade.

Then the grateful king rose up and praised his white knight,
He spoke of his valor in the heat of the fight.

He told how one man turned thousands to flight,
This faithful and brave-- this unvanquished knight!

The banquet echoed with cries of loud praise,
They all wished him health and great length of days.

The white knight only smiled and took it in stride,
Unwilling to surrender to the sin of pride.

When seeing that praise was not what the knight sought,
The king asked why he had so valiantly fought.

"I was sworn to defend the weak and the old,
No matter how timid, no matter how bold.

To perform my vow and uphold God's cause,
Always go forward and never to pause.

This is my foundation, I trust it is true--
You see, I've only done what I was sworn to do."

Unwilling to let the knight leave without a reward,
The king wondered what great price he could afford.

Such faithfulness could not be dismissed with a mere feast,
His gratitude did not mirror this-- no, not in the least!

If the war had been lost, the kingdom would totter,
What greater reward could he give, than his daughter?

As the king pronounced his reward upon the knight,
The princess tried hard to smother her cry of delight.

Her hand was given to the bravest of men,
To one who had loved her-- yes, even then!

"One man of you shall chase a thousand: for the LORD your God, He it is that fighteth for you, as He hath promised you."
-Joshua 23:10

"1+1=3"
by Judith Bronte




"For where two... are gathered together in My Name, there am I in the midst of them."
-Matthew 18:20

2 small kids, played in the park:

1 small girl sat in the swing.
1 small girl could not sing.
1 small girl wanted to cry.
1 small girl's Daddy just died.

1 small boy stacked paper cups.
1 small boy just glanced up.
1 small boy saw his own dread.
1 small boy's Mommy was dead.

1 small girl felt a strong push.
1 small girl now went "Whooosh!"
1 small girl touched the blue sky.
1 small girl no longer cried.

1 small boy felt God's kind love.
1 small boy saw a white dove.
1 small boy knew God was there.
Girl and boy their lives did share.

"Faithful and True"
by Judith Bronte




"And I saw heaven opened, and behold a white horse;
and He that sat upon him was called Faithful and True."
-Revelation 19:11

I heard a sad one say, that love is not forever,
"Love is just a cruel word, it's promises soon sever.

I thought a vow eternal, our hearts always one,
As sure as life itself, and perpetual as the sun.

But there he stood so gravely, evading my eyes,
Telling me this was best, our love had just been lies."

But I know that true love, and faithful love,
Flows from heaven, I've found it from above.

The LORD my God, is a True and Faithful God,
As true as His word, His love is never fraud.

True love is not selfish, as you have thought,
Did not Christ die? for your love He fought!

Oh broken one, though your heart is scarred,
Come to Christ Jesus, the way is not barred.

I know that His name,
Is Faithful and True.
Know this, broken one,
Jesus Christ loves you!

"The Edge of Eternity"
by Judith Bronte





"The High and Lofty One that inhabiteth eternity,
Whose name is Holy; I dwell in the high and holy place,
with him also that is of a contrite and humble spirit,
to revive the spirit of the humble,
and to revive the heart of the contrite ones."
-Isaiah 57:15

"Sir, I beg your pardon, I can not help but see, How your feet slide, on the edge of eternity."		When once you pass this last point, You and your eternity are conjoint.
I grabbed him by the arm, and strengthened my grip, "Sir, hold on to me, lest over the edge you slip."		Sir, I pray with greatest care, Look to heaven and say a prayer,
His eyes betrayed fear of death, this he knew too well, So he let me find a place, to rest him for a spell.		Just ask the Lord, (there's only One), To lead you forward, in the name of His Son.
"Sir, can you see what lies ahead? How the living are divided from the dead?"		Repent from your sin, let Hell's grip requite, And darkness forever, will give place to light.
He shook his head, so I began, To show him God's eternal plan.		Sir, your last breath, will forever decide, On which land you dwell- the lands that divide."
"The great gulf you see ahead, Divides heaven's living from hell's dead.		He jumped to his feet, and voiced a prayer- Someday in heaven, I'll rejoice with him there.

"The Decision"
by Judith Bronte




Dedicated to those in the Tribulation who must make this decision.

"Multitudes, multitudes in the valley of decision:
for the day of the LORD is near in the valley of decision."
~Joel 3:14

"Speak sister - oh, speak to me, Turn not your face away from me." Tears betrayed that she had heard, But from her came not a word. "May I ask, oh sister dear, If your tears flow from fear?" A silent nod was all she gave, For her heart was in a grave. "Take the mark!" was all they said, "Or you both will soon be dead!" But her friend would not comply, And at her feet he soon did lie. "Just one day to get the mark, Or your day will end as dark!" Fear was written on her face, Now they knew she was in place. Tomorrow morning she must go, What should she say - yes or no? Without a word, her sister knew, Silence and tears were the clue. "Oh, many people around the globe, Into their hearts God has probed. To answer questions just as this. Ignorance, they thought was bliss. Multitudes, multitudes - now decide, Who will be your god and guide?" There and then she bowed her knee, "God! give me strength to die as he!"

"Womb of the Morning"
by Judith Bronte




"In the beauties of holiness
from the womb of the morning:
Thou hast the dew of Thy youth."
~ Psalm 110:3 ~

As the sparrow, sits alone on the housetop,
I wait for You, in the womb of the morning,
My salty tears, mingling with the dewdrops.

As the mist, softly rolls in from the sea,
Pervading each blade, of the tall grass,
So Your tender Spirit, encompasses me.

Joyfully, my wings take hold of the sky,
As a homesick angel, I fly.







"My Beloved"
by Judith Bronte




"My Beloved is mine, and I am His:
He feedeth among the lilies."
~Song of Solomon 2:16~

Oh, what blessed union,
The Groom with His Bride!
Such sweet communion,
Forever, side by side.

Hasten, My Beloved,
Tarry not another day!
Hold back the rushing flood,
And bring Your Bride away.

"Thou hast in love to my soul delivered it
from the pit of corruption"
(Isaiah 38:17).






"You Stood Without"
by Judith Bronte




"At that day ye shall know that I am in my Father,
and ye in Me, and I in you."
~John 14:20~

Ah! My heart melteth! Beloved, I never understood! You came into this world- Through my lattice You looked, Saying, "Rise up, My love." You declared before all- "Ye in Me, and I in you," As only true lovers speak. You placed my claim upon You first- Your claim on me, came last. This place of honor I cursed. "Turn away," I replied, "I am resting, turn aside," Not obeying Your call to abide. But, You stood without my door, Among the dew, Your voice implored, "Open to Me, My sister, My love."

Beloved! how could I- Give You such pain? I entreat him that readeth, If you see my Beloved- tell Him I am His. Search for Him, The Fairest Among Princes.

"Why Do the Children Die?"
by Judith Bronte




"Why do the children die?" I once heard someone ask,
"God says He is merciful - does He wear a kind mask?"

I looked to Heaven and saw God's eyes looking down
At the children dying upon earth's cursed ground.

"Why do the children die?" I cried to Him out loud.
He turned His eyes upon my heart - in awe, I bowed.

"If thou forget Me, then thee will I forget,
Not only thou, but the children you beget.

Nations that forget Me, shall be turned into hell,
And with their children, it shall not be well.

As I live, I have no pleasure in death and strife,
But that you repent, and take hold of pure life.

Why do the children die? Why will ye die, oh earth?
Return to Your Father, and find in Me, rebirth."

I felt my Creator's grief, at His just decree,
"Lord, revive Thy work, in wrath remember mercy."

"I will remember Abraham, I will remember the land.
For My name's sake, I will remember the children.

Yet, for this, will I be inquired of by My house,
To do it for them, as a bride should - of her Spouse."


"My people are destroyed for lack of knowledge: because thou hast rejected knowledge, I will also reject thee, that thou shalt be no priest to me: seeing thou hast forgotten the law of thy God, I will also forget thy children."
~ Hosea 4:6 ~

"The wicked shall be turned into hell, and all the nations that forget God."
~ Psalm 9:17 ~

"Say unto them, As I live, saith the Lord GOD, I have no pleasure in the death of the wicked; but that the wicked turn from his way and live: turn ye, turn ye from your evil ways; for why will ye die, O house of Israel?"
~ Ezekiel 33:11 ~

"O LORD, I have heard thy speech, and was afraid: O LORD, revive thy work in the midst of the years, in the midst of the years make known; in wrath remember mercy."
~ Habakkuk 3:2 ~

"Then will I remember my covenant with Jacob, and also my covenant with Isaac, and also my covenant with Abraham will I remember; and I will remember the land."
~ Leviticus 26:42 ~

"Thus saith the Lord GOD; I will yet for this be inquired of by the house of Israel, to do it for them; I will increase them with men like a flock."
~ Ezekiel 36:37 ~







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"Stand still, and consider the wondrous works of God"
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