To begin to look at His Greatness

While the Kingdom of Light waits

Kindness and complete understanding

The King of Light very patient

Even as the sea churns

And dark clouds boil up over the lands

Police and soldiers of the nations to drop like flies in piles all about,

The tragic waste of another generation;

Rotten fruit of the arrogant pride of the wealthy few

Egos and wills a mixture of self and Lucifer and control.

America plays her role zealously

Pawns moved here, pawns moved there

Diabolical plans from long ago

Unfolded now before the many numb and reckless and selfish.

Voices of justice in reason as thorns

Voices of Divine Truth as threats to be feared and silenced

Unbearable proof of the head of their snaked crushed,

Powers of darkness destroyed.

The Earth, America with many camps and guillotines poised and ready

All the most brutal trappings of fascist strength

Deception, gathering methods, lying propaganda

"Fake news", stock market fraud but a balloon of numbers;

Corrupt men, corrupt women,

Insatiable lust for blood in the minds, in these dark hearts

Found on the hands of many willing foot soldiers snared.

God's chosen ones are separated to life

His saints, "His majestic ones in whom He delights",

All others cast headlong into darkness and eventual fire

Worse than their satanic imaginations can grasp.



            https://garybertnick.wordpress .com 


LOVE- 1/5

In stillness a heart listens

A divine hush in the Holy Presence

Quiet prayers,reverent worship

A quiet beauty set apart from the world,

Just as within the secret place of the mother's womb

A tiny child waits for the hand of love

While the newest of many miracle children is formed

Delight from God

Delight given from God

Gift for a woman, calling for a man,

Birthed into our troubled world

The spirit of life indwells

Transparent joy embraces such a wonder

A parent's hand reaches down to touch

But a little hand reaches up first to take hold of a finger

As love touches love

The naked innocence of creation on majestic display

When truth shines brightly in clearest honesty

The God who is Love

Gives generously, impartially to all,

To all who are willing, to all who love Him

In the gracious Law of Abundance

To all who seek His gifts of the many facets of jeweled life

Who reach out to seek and find,

A bounty far beyond human dreams

And earthly imaginations

Kindness and great gentleness proclaimed

From the very hands that reached down first

In humility from the Third Heaven

Throne of all destiny past the boundaries of the Universe,

Portrayed with the Splendor of the Holy Son

Worshiped by countless angels,

Before the stars, before the world began.





A young man walks through the open door

Through the Gate of revelation holding His hand

The Shepherd's hand of trust

Hand of confident peace

Hand of my Lord of Life.

The unknown lies before me

Each detail of each step

Yet, no mystery

No hint of fear or anxiety.

The scorched landscape of the world seen

Its barren desert waste

Once noble cities and towns in human ruin,

Once soaring as a mighty eagle

Greatness of wealth and power,

Arrogant nation ruined and left naked

Defenseless from every predator and scavenger

Every wild animal of the earth,

Eaten from within by parasites of men

Self-consuming, lustful mobs

Who feed on the corpse of what could have been;

Lying politicians scheme for more

Corporate beasts feed only themselves

Their shadows darkened more by false shepherds

Pretend prophets

Religious deceivers, the worst of mankind

Who use holy names and holy words

To curse themselves and those who listen.

The Spirit Door of Truth stands always near

Hand of freedom meant for all, found by few

Messiah's arms of love reach out

But soon to close in the face of unbelieving man and woman alike,

Stubborn and prideful rebels, rotten as their nation,

To the very core of their existence.





Did you ever wake up from a satisfying slumber

To find yourself still delightfully gliding

Pleasantly along the mellow trails of a lingering rainbow,

The one that usually trickles like a brooklet throughout your dreams,

Blends of textures of fulfilling whims, longings

Or even unconscious rivulets of good pleasures;

It hovers like an imaginative tapestry of fanciful events

All revolving about the "new" and the "now"',

Poetically to raise the nocturnal curtain

To accept the newest glowing day

Simply to share this lighthearted wealth emerging into spectral bands of joy. 

It stretches across, looms above these horizons of reason

That envelop our honest searches,

As witness to how reality is in essence fruitfully shown to abound,

Many pictures of charismatic traits of people touched by heavenly grace!

A glorious favor given, designed to reflect the eternal Light

Earthly vessels radiant for all to see

So that they too might simply believe in Him,

Begin to walk the path towards actual perfection so practically grown,

In good seeds sown, shown by those shining love out into the darkened world,

A place and time filled to overflowing with those hungry for truth

Yet, so bent on consuming, destructive self-reliance,

Faith barely in themselves

Surface trust in comforts so earnestly gathered

While Divine Mercy patiently waits.






With pure fire in their eyes

New songs of praise thunder

Jubilation within, a joy that cannot be contained

Hearts more alive than can be imagined

For they all have seen a glimpse

More than a fading countenance

Or a trailing glory;

His consuming Majesty

His Spirit of revelation wonder

And even more

Have brought us together with one voice

One heart of love and peace.

Zeal for modern Israel

And Abraham our "father of faith"

Fervor for remnant Jacob

Heart cries for final justice

For righteous judgment as written

Even those from "beneath the Throne".

Separated from this world

We are hated just like Him,

The true Church, living Body of Messiah

Now safely beneath one tent, a single golden temple of worship,

Brilliance folded within brilliance

"Enclosed behind and in front"

Protected eternally, surrounded by pillars of the Spirit's fire

Gates of praise with angelic power displayed,

Walls of salvation

The consuming Presence of our Lord!





Drawn into the arms of true love,

As one who wandered, who often stumbled

Who drifted at times with earthly winds

Blown about here and there

Year after year after year;

Insignificant, lost, superficial and alone.

The will to live, inner sense of eternity nearly gone

Yet, the hand of tenderness reached out

A touch of mercy came from beyond the Universe

Beyond the natural, a great gentleness revealed

Kindness from a place far outside this world

Intimate caring from the Throne of all power

Real authority given creative expression in another human life;

Another object of mercy stands free

Suddenly caught up in comforting revelation

Our God who cares, who makes Himself known

Peace and always, always more.

Yeshua who shows us the Father of Glory

Gives life and hope and purpose;

Meaning covers in eternal Spirit rest;

Eyes that can see in and through

Timeless eyes that wept in compassion

Over a friend Lazarus and those who mourned in unbelief

Eyes of purest love that compels

The Light of those eyes of beauty

Draw us near,

His flock, drawn together as one!


        Peace, Gary Bertnick


Center of the World

Land of all destiny

Chosen from before creation

Home of spiritual revelation

Throne of the King

Place of covenant peace.

One day the Lord will walk down the hill

Mount of Olives covered with strides of Glory

Multitudes line the path with purest worship

A celebration without end

Triumph of our God of Truth

Majestic fruit of our God of Love.

A thousand years of wonder upon this Earth

As continual jubilation

In anticipation of the New Jerusalem to descend;

His chosen place of triumph

Good over evil

Truth over Satan's lies

Light over darkness

Human rebirth over hopeless slavery

Splendor over emptiness

Hope fulfilled over any hint of despair

Eternal life over nothingness!

I will be there to bow before the Ancient of Days,

King of all Jews;

How about you?


A child wanders along a school playground

He seeks friends

Wants to laugh and play

He wants to have fun like others

Yet, he wanders alone

As if lost

Yearning from deep within

Longing for something,

For someone

Then, he stumbles once more,

And gets up again

Continues to search

Though he's not sure for what;

Tears have long ago dried up

Given up, then tried again and again.

Suddenly one day a little bird hops along the ground nearby

With a hurt wing

He picks up the sparrow and puts it carefully away

Safely in a small tree on a hidden branch.

Then a tear returns, runs down his face

And he remembers some words he once heard,

A stranger talked loudly by a store downtown

About "rising up again"

And someone who died a long time ago

Someone special and something about a "Cross" somewhere,

A good man who came back to life

Who is alive even today

To help us, to love us

A friend forever

Who cares when no one else does;

Some grownups laughed as they walked by,

But he listened and remembered.

So, he sat down in a corner of the school playground

As some other kids ran around in groups,

He began to talk out loud up to the sky

And even cry for this Lord

To somehow be alive to him, too

A real friend forever;

Then, it happened

Like an angel, but more

Who took him in His arms

Held him close as He spoke

"Forever my son

Yes, forever and ever."

Even more tender words followed that have never left him

As he grew up and later became an old man.


          Peace, Gary Bertnick


*The new book- "Aaron and Nathaniel, Two Stories for God's Children"

          available on

He stands on the brink of eternity

Another long night passing

Intellect swirled about and only brought fatigue,

Older and still alone, numbness of will a veil;

Truly untouched by life

Artistry often flared with a strength

Creative energy bursts loosened the grip at times,

But then faded.

Now, one last time in the stretch of a dark night sky

The stars draw him again

Such depth in distance

Breadth of imagination in awe

The mysterious wonder of their presence

Simply beyond all human understanding,

Science but a feeble shroud of pride.

For a moment the heart quietly yearns

Longing to know wraps about

Even words as a whisper from within come from the mouth-

"Lord of Creation, reveal yourself to me!"

Eyes close

All is still

And then powerful new morning light begins to surge

Creative beauty begins to color the distant horizon

A new day is dawning

And hope is grasped for

With an artist on his knees;

He reaches out for a heavenly touch one last time

And is drawn to believe,

Almost as a small child once more,

He is drawn to believe.


            "No one can come to me unless the Father who sent me draws him."

                       -Messiah Yeshua


       Peace, Gary Bertnick



We will learn to sing again

"In the land of our pilgrimage",

To always carry a noble song in our hearts

With many others, all beautiful melodies

Words that are the fragrance of Truth

In the aroma of our Lord,

The sublime beauty of the work we see

In all our lives

And in the unseen many of the nations,

Even Israel, the land of our destiny!

We sing in the Spirit

Flaming tongues of ancient languages

Worship pours forth in Spirit and Truth

Before our Glorious Father

Our Lord of Heaven and Earth

Sovereign Lord of the Third Heaven;

All music flows before our Lord who shows us His Father,

Messiah Yeshua, Savior and King

The Son, our salvation sent by God.

So much more to know

An eternity to begin to understand

To awaken fully to the greatness revealed,

So much higher, above the heavens

When Jerusalem rises higher than all mountains,

More than all cities of all the nations,

As Mount Zion of purest radiant glory!

The Earth will shake

The people bow and tremble

As jubilation in songs thunders

Angelic clouds of brightest stars about the New Earth,

Endless praise for  our King of the Jews

Israel's King of Eternity

Our Lord and our King!


            Peace, Gary Bertnick


Holiness radiates about

With the intimacy of Living Light,

Always in reverence before God

Quiet humility bows

The heart in stillness

The fear of the Lord like a hush within

As the Holy Spirit's fire burns

And zeal boils over

Zeal for the Truth,

Zeal for the honor of our Lord

Thoughts and Words of the most wise Shepherd,

In the greatest cost of redemption

Reflecting the ultimate value of a soul

The precious life of a single child

Even a man who is lost in despair

And a woman adrift on a sea

Tossed about by every wave,

In the confused midst of an endless ocean.

Holiness radiates Living Light from the Throne,

While in tearful prayer

Revelation streams down upon us

Flows from Heaven high above

Yet, the nearness of our High Priest

The loving closeness of our Sovereign King,

As near as His love is deep

Deeper than the oceans

Deeper than the mysteries of creation;

And as close as His love is high

Higher than the heavens above the Earth

And the Universe beyond imaginations,

The Third Heaven beyond even the Universe!

The purest Throne of God before whom we bow in worship and prayer

Pool of creation as crystal glass set off to the side of His Greatness

Pure pool of clear waters of His knowledge

Display infinity to those eyes

Those fire eyes of love and joy

Those fire eyes of justice in Truth,

The only eyes that shower love

Upon you, upon me.


            Peace, Gary Bertnick 


* Aaron and Nathaniel, Two Stories For God's Children, available on 


Closer to You, Lord

Today more and more

Closer to You;

Father, draw me with your love

Nearer, closer to Your Son

Messiah, my Holy Shepherd

My "First Love" forever,

Oh, King of my life

Peace of my being from my youth

Creator of all essence of human purpose

Who sustains my will.

Give encouragement for the children

The orphan and the widow who wander alone,

All who know they are lost in this world;

Pluck them all from the fire

Ones even snare by spirits of lust

Every self-destructive perversion.

Cause me to shine brightly

In fearless, faithful acts

In word of mouth

Even things written in love

Gentle things, tender things

To touch a heart and mind in need;

Lord of my prayers

Keep me in step

Led by your Spirit

Equip and enable your servant

Lord Yeshua, as your humble disciple,

Keep me at your side

Steadfast in love

Faithful as You, to the end.  


   *availble at" Aaron and Nathaniel, Two Stories for God's Children"


He became like us

So that we could become like Him,

Messiah from Heaven

Holiness of the Father purely shown

That we might see the Father in Him

As His love is poured out

In this world, through us

Just like Him;

We walk in faith

Holy Spirit within

In that boundless love of the Father,

Each step of elegant peace

Words of Truth a living stream from our mouths

Meant to be anointed the same,

His fearless love that compels us

Compassion continually flows out

Gift of His Spirit most radiant

Held out with a human touch,

Nothing to hold back

Everything to freely give;

To walk humbly, sensitive and pure

Always obedient to His Spirit Voice

Holy Words written deep within

As we live for His Father

To bear much fruit to honor Him

Constant prayers offered to our Father and our High Priest

Heaven's work our only true food and drink;

We walk just like He did in this world

Often alone, but never alone

As an outsider, not belonging to this world;

Zeal for His house

Israel, all true Jews,

Hope burns brightly

The Sword of the Spirit Truth flashes

As His blazing eyes follow us

Each step of our way, His way.


A delicate, vulnerable moment

An exciting, wonderful moment

As a new dimension to life is revealed,

The arms stretch wider

The legs reach farther

Footsteps become a little stronger

Rough ways a little smoother

Crooked ways a little straighter;

The countenance becomes brighter

Easier to smile

Easier to freely laugh.

One heart honestly answers another

Like reflections in a clear pond,

Sincerity opens within as flower petals 

Slowly, steadily in the new day's light.

The kiss of Truth comes upon a human life

A long kiss of lasting friendship

With a fresh blush of beauty;

In completely naked transparency before God

Bold and fearless, shameless openness to our Creator,

The first kiss always for our First Love.





Warriors of the Lord

Stand together in triumph

Life over death,

Love over hatred,

Good over evil;

All done as the sun slowly sets on Earth,

A victorious glow remains bright on their faces

Much as the radiant blaze of the sharp blades of their swords,

Sword of the Spirit comfortably in hand

Harder than diamond, sharp as Light

The Word of God peacefully rests within

As courage faces the bitter soup of war that thickens daily

A most awful brew

A crude and vulgar brew

Mix of darkened lies and lustful violence

Terrible blend of deceit and raw wickedness

Championed by the "Lawless One" 

Carried forth by numberless lawless ones,

Enemies of all the good

Enemies destined for eternal fire

A bed of torment made ready for each one of them

In their endless agony of defeat.

Soldiers of Messiah daily put on the "armor of Light"

Vast, invincible army

Men and women, soldiers clothed with power and authority

Who wield weapons of warfare before unseen, unknown

Unheard of deadly precision and force

Massive blows given to the enemy's head,

Death blows that sweep the battlefield clean.

A Captain of Captains leads them

Astride a muscular white horse snorting smoke and fire

Sounds of the hooves as Heaven's thunder

Greater than earthquakes, the entire world shakes

Every mountain brought low, islands moved

Every valley brought high;

Fearless armies of warriors trample the battlefields

More than locusts as Prophet Joel wrote

They charge ahead

Tear through all enemy defenses

Crush the evil

Push aside the wicked as mere waste

Gather the fragrant spoils of victory

With tears perfumed in continual prayer,

Return in joyful harvest

Clothed with the aroma of Christ

Carrying many arm fulls of "sheaves"

To set before their King of Truth and Justice,

Their Eternal King of Honor,

In the greatest acts of sacrificial love

And purest worship.




From Your hands, oh Lord

From Yours alone,

As Your children, we come to You

Hearts speak prayers

Mouths speak praise

True worship the fruit of our lives;

None can stand alone

But we return to You

Before Your Presence we bow

In joy of salvation

In honor of Your greatness

Our King and our Lord. 

Though we stumble, we return

Though we fall at times, in ways

We return

Our paths before You, Lord

Strewn with things of the world,

Tangled with people of the world,

Yet, we press on

Through the Gate, down the Narrow Road

Along the path You have set for each one;

We walk in love, we go in peace

Steadfast one step at a time

Like the ancient prophets

We always return to You

Daily our hope and joy,

Like Aaron and Moses and Samuel

We return to You

Our Lord and our Father.

As the foundation Apostles

And the many early disciples,

True Jews as well within our hearts

Who listen for Your Voice

Who know Your Word

Who know You,

Yes, we return to You.


            http://garybertnick.wordpress. com 


Pleasant sounds remind

Carried on a soothing breeze

As a simple beauty stirs a simple inner pleasure,

What can satisfy a moment adrift

Floating along in a timelessness

An empty place where you just scratch your head

And wonder out loud-

"What was I going to do?"

Then an innocent call sounds from a branch above in a nearby tree

As a bird calls out suddenly with melodic chirps,

It catches the ears

Holds still, keeps quiet another thought

And, like a needed deep breath

Calm settles within

Eyes brighten wider 

Maybe even a slight smile opens

And you are touched

Reminded that you are not alone in this big, confusing world

Like a small child that wanders

Or a mature adult stumbling along;

But there is goodness all about us

This surprising song of a small bird

The smile of an elderly lady clerk at the common store,

A fellow human waiting in line at the Post Office

Holding still with a personal beauty, though possibly unaware,

Just like you with hidden strength

To wait for another a taste of goodness

To watch always for little things that can happen

Sparkles in the grass

Sparkles in the air, in the clear night sky

Sparkles of life that confirm the heart's tug that renews-

It is good to be here,

It is good to be alive

Now and in this very place;

All to appreciate our own uniqueness in God's sight,

Our gracious Maker!


Each day is an adventure

Child-like enthusiasm refreshed

Daily excitement confirmed

In the journey home,

The spiritual walk of a new child

A boy or girl who grows into each sunrise

Confidence throughout

Satisfied smiles meet each and every sunset.

Whether freshly baked bread in hand

Or crumbs scattered on the ground,

Steadfast loving footsteps move forward

As ready encouragement always holds the hand,

While we press on to the majestic goal

Living Hope fills the heart,

Hope that only grows stronger along her own unique path

Colored by many scented flowers

Many trees as well for fruit

And others for comforting shade as a pause,

A rest needed to gather strength,

At times eyes close

And clear visions dance as dreams through the heart and mind

Dreams of beauty in richest fulfillment

Even as the Lord's Road grows more narrow,

Then, the Shepherd's staff can be seen

Healing oil anoints the spirit and soul

Holy oil upon the hands and feet,

All that you do and everywhere you go

Every person met, circumstances artfully woven into good tapestry;

The small Kingdom Gate from long ago

Has become a great pearl that glows in the distance

Gemstones in brilliance seen as foundations ahead.

She is never alone

Many out in front

Many more trail behind

All those called to follow

All those who chose the Shepherd's walk

A walk of true adventure

A walk of timeless love and peace

A walk of wisdom and knowledge

A walk of faith in the Spirit of Hope-

Another precious child led by the only One who is able

With power and authority

To bring this special daughter to her Eternal Home.


            Peace, Gary Bertnick


*"Aaron And Nathaniel, Two Stories For God's Children" available at



This day given

Placed in your hands

A gift by the hand of the Lord,

Today as the sun rises

Goodness showers down

Freely, abundantly upon your head;

All shadows flee

Darkness shrinks away,

Depression that lingers

Discouragement that weighs down

Disappointments mixed with distractions,

And every anxious thought

Melts and slinks away.

Another day to draw breath

To celebrate life fully

Watchful, alert and wide awake

All the wonders of being alive

Surrounded by things unseen

Angelic goodness

All in the Light of Heaven

And the watchful eyes of he Holy One

Eyes of blazing fire upon your every breath

Your every heart beat

Your every step in your body

Each desire of your soul

Every thought of the mind,

The spirit's secret knowledge at rest within;

All thoughts of the mind sorted out

Intuition weighed in the balance of Truth

Emotions filtered clean and clear;

Another precious one gets up from prayer

From feeding diligently on the Book of God's Honesty,

This man or this woman rises again to live,

To hold closely another day!


One day while at work I stood and watched in amazement

As slowly, high up in the sky

Slowly drifting to the North

The white brightness of the day trumpeting radiance,

In a surprise display of majesty

A large cloud in the classic shape of a Christmas angel

As seen on countless holiday cards-

The long robe, the wings, and even a halo effect,

The image was simply drifting along the peaceful Sedona heights,

Nearly above the tourist Chapel;

I stared, then wondered who else was seeing

Who might take a moment to notice and truly look to Heaven

To lift their eyes away from the tourist things

The many dramatic towering red rocks and rugged Arizona desert land.

Surely the presence of God can always be sensed

If revealed, if awakened in one person watchful, alert

The power of the Lord works in and through a human life

Mostly invisible

Mostly ignored by others;

So many seem caught up in empty gestures

Social media in an anxious gasp at reality

A stretch towards purpose

And meaning in self;

Yet fickle, so illusive

To feed an ego

Even at another's expense;

As the world turns 

The clouds always drift by

While the Lord of Hosts, King of all angels

Reaches out in compassion

To all who would take His hand.

I looked with wonder and thankfulness

After trying to get others to notice,

Then, watched the cloud break apart and fade away.