My Lyrical Journey of Soulful Rhymes

  For more than seven days my rest has fled, The Epstein Files like fire within my bones; They haunt my waking hours, crowd my head, A witness crying out from guarded thrones. They speak of nights where power fed on shame, Of doors unsealed yet willfully ignored; Woe to the hands that knew, yet never named, Woe to the courts that bargained truth for order. We trusted crowns that promised to defend, Believed the strong would shield the frail and small; But silence proved a traitor, not a friend, And fear became the loudest voice of all. This is the hour: let hidden things be shown; For truth will rise, though long it wept alone. © 2026 Pastor Emmanuel Serto

  To be like Jesus, pure in heart and mind, A gentle light that shines through darkest night, With boundless love for all mankind combined, And hands that heal, restoring hope and sight. In every thought, His grace my constant guide, His Spirit whispers softly in my soul, To walk His path with humble steps beside, And seek in Him my refuge and my goal. No greater aim could ever fill my heart, Than to reflect His mercy and His peace, From worldly pride and selfishness depart, So in His likeness, all my fears may cease. This hope possesses me, forever true, To live, to love, to be like Christ anew. © 2026 Pastor Emmanuel Serto

(Inspired by Robert Frost's Original Poem) Two paths split in a golden wood one morn, Regretful I could not tread both ways as one Traveler; I lingered long, forlorn, Peering down each till vision was undone By tangled boughs. One broad, with merry throngs, The other slim and wild, scarce worn by feet; Though both seemed equal in their songs, The narrow called with heaven’s mercy sweet. Pondering how one choice begets the next, I wondered if return might e’er be won. Ages from now, in tales I’ll circumflex That lesser path, by grace alone begun The Savior’s trail through trials deep and vast. What light it brought! My soul’s course recast I took the road less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. © 2025 Pastor Emmanuel Serto

To be or not to be, that is the quest: Whether 'tis nobler in the heart to bear The slings and arrows of outrageous tests, Or to take arms against a sea of care, And by resisting end them? To endure To sleep, no more; and say we end the ache Of time's unyielding heart, the spirit's lure Of burdens borne for heaven's fleeting sake. To die, to dream, no more. Ay, there's the rift, The undiscovered country from whose bourn No pilgrim e'er returns, our shadowed drift Into eternity's unyielding morn. Thus conscience makes cowards of us all, Yet faith redeems the fall. © 2026 Pastor Emmanuel Serto