Zach Uram's Blog

Don’t mire
In the muck of sin
Sincerely repent
The Gospel must come in

The natural man
Is full of dread
He is in fact
Spiritually dead

Man cannot choose God
He is enslaved
By his wicked nature
He is totally depraved

He must be regenerated
Then he receives
Repentance and faith
Satan no longer deceives

The Elect were predestined
Before the foundation of the earth
They would be saved in time
And receive second birth

Salvation is solely
In Christ alone
It is monergistic
For our sins He did atone

Christ is our
Sinless propitiation
Our sacred sacrifice
He redeems from every nation

We receive Christ’s perfect righteousness
When we are redeemed
Our sin is imputed to Him
Christ is esteemed

by Zachary Uram
(C) 2024

I am on the prowl
Looking for tasty fowl

I roam the prairie
Looking carefully

I spot a lone turkey
I am filled with glee

I take aim with my bow
Hitting the bird with my arrow

We’ll have a tasty feast
Thanks to the beast

Vi cooked it up masterfully
The meat is succulent and juicy

Our Thanksgiving was great
I had turkey piled on my plate

by Zachary Uram
(C) 2024

When I lost
My mind
I found
Deep wounds
That bind
My soul was
Troubled
I didn’t know
Day from night
Such was my
Mental blight
I had no energy
To fight
But I had
Christ’s might
He soothed
A savage mind
I had real peace
Something before
I could
Never find
Now I am
Content
I struggle
Each day
But my
Spiritual debt
Was paid
On Calvary
By Christ’s
Sacrifice
Now my sins
Fade
Sanctification
Is God’s work
I no longer
Go berserk

by Zachary Uram
(C) 2024

A nice
Refreshing drink
Saves me
From going over
The brink
Green tea
For me
With honey
And ginseng
Makes my heart
Sing
Coke is nice
With lots of ice
When I was four
Mommy gave us
Coke galore
The delicious
Coke syrup in
A glass bottle
Cured my
Tummy ache
Coke I shall
Not forsake

by Zachary Uram
(C) 2024

I am insane
I have a malfunctioning brain

I am loco
I am psycho

I am a lunatic
I am not a heretic

I am mental
I fight the devil

I am non compos mentis
I am Christ’s apprentice

by Zachary Uram
(C) 2024

I have
A disjointed mind
Sanity for me
Is hard to find

I take
Psychoactive medication
When I have psychosis
I try meditation

I sometimes
Fly into a rage
So I read Scripture
And turn the page

I get
Very depressed
And full of lethargy
I feel sad and dejected

I eschew
Social interaction
I like being at home
And enjoying relaxation

I have PTSD
Violent imagery
Triggers me
I take my meds religiously

by Zachary Uram
(C) 2024

These godly folks
Set sail
Aboard wooden ships
Some people were frail

They ventured far
To a new land
By the captain’s
Steady hand

Many of them were escaping
Religious persecution
A fresh start
Was the solution

They traversed
Turbulent seas
Thanking God
On their knees

The landed
At Plymouth Rock
Here their ship
Would dock

They established
A Christian theocracy
This form of government
Is purely godly

During the first winter
Many they could not revive
Native Americans
Taught them to survive

The natives and pilgrims
Had a bountiful feast
They thanked God
From greatest to least

Millions of us
Are their kin
They all
Resisted sin

It was a
Utopian society
Homogeneous
They made history

Sadly our society
Is now pagan
And filled with the ungodly
May Christ hasten

by Zachary Uram
(C) 2024

I lay in bed
And rest my weary head

I try to slumber deep
But I cannot sleep

I wish to dream
Of a clear blue stream

I sleep for half a day
God keeps the demons at bay

Now it’s time I wake
Some tasty food Vi will make

by Zachary Uram
(C) 2024

Demons
Come out at night
They cause me
Quite a fright

The demons blaspheme
They fly overhead
Right over
My bed

They are black
With red eyes
If you aren’t alert
They could hypnotize

I rebuke them
In the name of the Lord
They shriek in pain
As I wield the Spirit Sword

In Christ I am
More than a conqueror
The demons
Must surrender

These demonic entities
Are not my imagination
They exist in reality
And cause me consternation

by Zachary Uram
(C) 2024

I entered
The carriage
I was new
To marriage

We went
At a slow pace
The cool autumn air
Caressed my face

We traveled along
The country road
Passing quaint farms
We even spotted a toad

We had afternoon tea
At the grand hotel
Biscuits were eaten
I shared the gospel

A husband and wife
Repented and turned
From their sins that day
Eternal life they received

We were soon
Back home
I began reading
A good tome

by Zachary Uram
(C) 2024