My Lyrical Journey of Soulful Rhymes

  In Rhyme and Faith:  Verses Upon the Creed of EFCI (An Ode to the EFCI Confession) 1. The Scriptures shine, God-breathed and pure,   2. One triune God, eternal and sure.   3. The Father reigns, Creator above,   4. The Son, our Savior, full of grace and love.   5. The Spirit proceeds, giving life and light,   6. Humankind fallen, lost from God’s sight.   7. Salvation is grace, through faith alone,   8. Faith, Spirit-given, makes Christ our own.   9. Children of God, by blood justified,   10. Baptism and Supper, Christ’s love supplied.   11. The Church, His body, with Christ as the head,   12. Awaiting His coming, just as He said.   13. Resurrection awaits—joy or judgment ahead. © 2025 Pastor Emmanuel Serto

From heaven’s heart, a gift was freely given , A love so vast, it opens wide the gate of heaven . He sent His Son to walk this earthly sod , To bear our pain, to show the way to God . Whoever trusts, no darkness need they fear , For hope and life eternal now draw near . No soul is lost who looks upon the cross , For grace redeems what once was bound in loss . So let us cling to mercy’s gentle light , And live in love that makes the whole world right . © 2025 Pastor Emmanuel Serto

  Separation Day: From Ashes to Unity Upon this day, the third day of May, hills recall their pain ,   When flames and fury swept across the land ,   Yet through the smoke, our prayers did remain -   A hope for peace that violence could not brand .   The morning’s grief, the silence of the fields ,   The shattered homes, the sanctuaries burned ,   Yet from the ashes, unity now yields    A strength the foe had never truly learned .   O Zohnathlâk, tribals of the hills ,   Stand firm, though chaos seeks to break your will ;   Let not the taunts nor flags bring forth chills ,   For unity is armor, calm and still .   May God, who saw our sorrow and our scars ,   Guide us to freedom, healing from these wars . © 2025 Pastor Emmanuel Serto

  Whispers of May Rain: Nature’s Embrace in the Hmar Hills May rain arrives with a scented sweep, Over the Hmar Hills , where old memories sleep. Each droplet recalls a childhood song, As misty veils drift the green hills along. The trees bow low, their leaves agleam, While animals shelter in rain’s cool stream. Paths turn to rivers, the world is drenched new,   Yet laughter and longing in the downpour grew.   Nostalgia stirs as thunder calls my name- Exotic pleasure in rain, never twice the same. © 2025 Pastor Emmanuel Serto