Heaven's gateway

The gateway into heaven is not forged from gold or pearls; 

It’s a trans-dimensional portal into another world. 

Transition from this finite time into that eternal realm 

is a sudden, one-way journey from which there’s no return. 

Transition is instantaneous; there’s no time to acclimatise 

as you watch your world transforming before your open eyes 

to colours unimaginable, beyond earthly comprehension, 

and time will cease to flow, inside that eternal dimension.

The laws of science and the laws of man will fade into oblivion, 

as souls fly to their destination in the beautiful Elysium. 

There, standing at the centre, above a sea of glass, 

is the throne room of the Ancient One, the future and the past

The Ancient of all Days, the Almighty God of old 

who reigns in glorious power in that City made of gold. 

Though anyone may enter, if they love the Risen One 

the gateway into heaven cannot welcome everyone.

Outside the walls are those who gamble with a loaded dice. 

The Redeemed are those whose trust lays in His final sacrifice. 

The Lamb of God will separate His sheep from the goats of sin 

on that final reckoning day, when the souls are gathered in.

Steve Wheeler © 9 July, 2021

Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it. (Matt 7:13-14) 

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When salvation comes to town

Society will be revised 

the revolution will be televised 

the changes shown before our eyes 

not sanitised, no compromise 

The violent struggles of the past 

will be no more, they will not last 

The people will repent en masse 

when our salvation comes to pass 

Hypocrisy will be unwound 

and tyranny will not be found 

for truth and justice will be crowned 

when peace our citadel surrounds

We’ll take our weapons, melt them down 

bury our failures in the ground 

uphold the good, raise up the sound 

when our salvation comes to town

Steve Wheeler © 18 May, 2021

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Paid on the nail

You can try to silence me but I’m still gonna praise Him / you can try to shut me down but I’m still gonna raise Him / you can put me in the corner, you won’t stop me saying His name / you can side-line me, but you can’t take me out of the game / you can take away my freedom, but I get to keep my faith / you can throw away the key, I’m a still gonna walk free / ‘cos He ain’t gonna let nobody lay their hands on me / you can keep me in the darkness, I’m a still see His light / I can see Him in His glory though you take away my sight / ain’t nowhere you can put me I can’t see Him on His throne / ain’t nowhere you can isolate me ‘cos I’ll never be alone / You can beat me try to break me I ain’t never giving in / you can leave me and forsake me but He took away my sin / whatever I’m in, He’ll see me through He’ll never let me down / He will even raise me up when I’m a six feet underground / in sickness or in health in riches or in despair / He’s the only one my mind’s fixed on ‘cos He’s the only one who cares / You can hate me you can doubt me but you’ll never grind me down / you can call me names, drop me the blame, I ain’t never turning round / try anything you like to ridicule who you think I am / but the truth is you can’t separate me from the Great I Am / There ain’t a thing in this world that can deviate my path / see, one plus one is four, but you can never do the math / He is the three in one, and I’m the Apple of His eye / He’s the Ancient of Days, and He will never ever die / I am bought with a price, I am paid for on the nail / and I’m standing on His promises, ‘cos they will never, ever fail.

Steve Wheeler © 3 April, 2021

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The world, reset

The world hung in a blue screen

suspended functionality 

Keyboard dead, flashing red 

no hope, no possibility

A planet silent running

its connection not detected

The world a broken terminal

its program mass infected

Then came a vital reset 

The manufacturer appeared

The world was placed in quarantine

its hardware re-engineered

He died and He was buried

and the planet was shut down

But he rose up from the grave

and Earth rebooted back again

'cos he dealt with every virus

that had invaded our system

He deleted the infection

that was holding us to ransom

He emptied out this planet

of the things beyond our control

and offered us a vaccine

to the virus in our souls

There's now a simpler algorithm

to improve our spiritual health:

Love God with all your strength and soul

and your brother as yourself

Steve Wheeler © 3 April, 2021

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You and whose army?

Napoleon riding on his horse 

The British Expeditionary Force 

The Vikings and the Visigoths 

An Airforce flight of Tiger Moths 

Attila’s sweeping horde of Huns 

The French artillery at Verdun 

Erwin Rommel’s Afrika Korps 

The Russian Navy’s ships of war 

The Argentine Pucara planes 

Arabs attacking Turkish trains 

Hitler’s armoured Panzer groups 

Ten regiments of paratroops 

The Armada of the Spanish king 

The soldiers of the Emperor Ming 

A squadron of the boys in blue 

Every elephant that ever lived in a zoo 

America’s nuclear submarines 

All of England’s kings and queens 

and every army at their command 

none could pluck me from Your hand 

None of these is tough enough 

to trouble you at any hour 

None of these is strong enough 

to overcome Your resurrection power

Steve Wheeler © 10 February, 2021

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Nailed

You can nail a shingle to your office wall 

Screw a photo frame secure so it won’t fall 

You can nail a horseshoe up above your door 

Nail a hundred objects high, or even more 

You can pin your pictures to an album page 

or secure a backdrop to a drama stage 

You can fasten any object as you will 

but Christ climbed willingly up that hill 

The nails did not secure Him to that tree 

The spikes did not prevent Him being free 

but love became His sole constraint 

and Christ died for the sinner, not the saint 

Steve Wheeler © 14 January, 2021

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Sacred

I thought it was about time I published some of my poems, so last month I took the plunge and set up my own publishing company. Wheelsong Books has already published two books - firstly Ellipsis, my first collection of verse that was written during the first three months of the lockdown, and a book of poetry and short stories by my father Kenneth Wheeler which is titled Inspirations.

Next up is my second book in a trilogy - it's called Sacred and is an experiment of sorts. I won't reveal the title or the theme of the third book I'm planning, but I promise it gets better. Sacred is a collection of writings that documents my journey of faith, and also captures some of my wry observations on life, the universe and ... everything really.

It's available in Kindle and Paperback formats just like Ellipsis, and it's on sale now on the Amazon platforms, across the UK, USA, Canada, Mexico, Brazil, Australia, and throughout the standard Amazon outlets across Italy, France, Germany, Spain and the Netherlands. Help yourself and ... good reading!