The Nation Types

Here is the interpretation of the nations in scripture.

 

Prince of Tyre is a rich man

Who gains riches, and believes

Himself to be God.

He is deluded to think

That he has gained his own treasures

And hasn’t accrued them from the blessing of God.

 

Nebo and Chemosh Moab’s

Type is those who are wicked,

Exceedingly wicked

And hide it from the rest.

They hide it, and are prosperous.

They are inflamed with their material possessions

And cannot separate from them;

They turn their creature comforts into their gods

To comfort themselves for their sins.

 

Ziddon’s nation type

Is the worst,

Higher over the Philistines

Amonnites,

Amorites,

Amelekites.

They are at war,

Constant

With the LORD’s people

As a thorn in their side.

Every person the Godly offends

This is these nations.

 

Zoan is Egypt,

The type of those who

Shield the wicked

When they have sinned.

They go to war

For them,

They fight beside them

But ultimately,

They enslave them.

 

King of Tyre

Is a man who has done nothing wrong

His whole life.

He gains riches.

And, when he sees he is rich

He believes he is responsible for it.

So his heart begins to sin

And because of his sinless nature

He believes himself incapable of it.

So, he becomes the worst of all demons.

 

Daughter of Moab

Is a person who

Follows the wicked

Wherever they go.

They cling to them

Are loyal to them

Because in their heart they make justification

For the wicked.

They will battle, war,

And are loyal to a wicked person

No matter what.

 

Whore of Babylon

Or Daughter of Babylon

Is a person inflamed with

Idols. Their position is simply

Idolatry. Naked.

Unabashed. And they

Spread idolatry to everywhere else.

 

Tyrus is a person

Whose beauty

Makes them vain.

 

Jareb, or the King of Assyria

Is someone who sees what is

To be conquered, and will

Even conquer the righteous

To obtain what is not his.

He will destroy what is right

In order to gain possession

Over lands and riches

That do not belong to him.

 

Ephraim is a drunkard.

Up to mischief for mischief’s sake.

Drunk on naked power,

Drunk on wine.

It is just mischief for mischief’s sake.

No rhyme, no reason.

Just because it is fun.

 

Nebuchadnezzar

Is a person who sees the plight of the righteous

And shows no mercy because of it.

They come and destroy

Because of the plight of the righteous

And use it to overthrow the wicked

To a point where it no longer is justice

But is revenge.

 

Abaddon is just naked foolishness.

He is cruel. He is unwise.

He is never satisfied with good.

He is strong, and able to accomplish his lusts.

He has no knowledge, and he despises knowledge.

 

When I’m writing my poetry, the thirteen kings

Represent these nation types.

This is the highest of the sin.

 

There is one more I know about

And I tremble at the thought of not knowing all of the nations.

 

That is Ethiopia.

She is false Christianity

And false morality.

She is religions built from the true faith

But obscure it.

 

The reason why I bring this up

Is because when  you interpret prophecy

This is how  you interpret it.

You do not use it to predict tomorrow.

You use it to hide yourself from evil

And be like Israel, Judah and yes, even Ephraim.

You also use it to hide yourself from these thirteen nations.

Because there are wicked Israel, Ephraim and Judah.

There is also righteous Israel, Ephraim and Judah.

Each prophesy correlates with a curse and blessing

On each nation, that reflects the heart.

This is the sum of the wisdom I’ve learned

And it has guided my pen in creating my poetry.

Why I am not Jareb, Why I am not Ephraim, Why I am not Abaddon, Why I am not Nebuchadnezzar

I am not Jareb because my goal is not

To encamp around Israel.

I do not intend to destroy it

Or sack it.

I intend it to repent.

 

I am not Ephraim because I am not

In league with Jareb.

I do not have a deal with him

And I am not a king over Israel.

 

I am not Abaddon

Because I have wisdom

I have knowledge

I am not cruel,

I can be satisfied,

And I am not strong.

 

I am not Nebuchadnezzar

Because I am not taking vengeance

On the nations for their treatment of Israel

And their treatment of good men.

I am not intent on destroying every criminal.

Why I Am Not Zidon, Zoan, or King of Tyre

I am not Zidon, because I do not

Actively trouble the saints.

I do not work against them

In any of my deeds.

 

I am not Zoan

Because I do not hide

The wicked.

I do not try to shield them from their punishment.

 

I am not the King of Tyre

Because I was never perfect.

I never had been a good person,

Therefore, I could never

Think it of myself that I was perfect

And without sin.

I was a sinner from the day I was born.

Why I Am Not the Prince of Tyre

Here is the first of a series of poems.

Why I am not the Prince of Tyre?

Because, simply put,

I know I am not God.

I know I am not perfect in wisdom.

I don’t want to be God.

I don’t want to be perfect in wisdom.

 

I have said in my heart that I am a judge.

And that was a sin.

 

I have not earned riches.

I am poor.

I don’t really want anything to do with commerce.

What I Want In Life

What I want in life

Is to write books.

I want to give billions of dollars to charity.

I want a small house.

I want children.

I want a good wife.

I want to play jazz.

I want to cook five star meals.

I want to go to heaven.

I want to sweat every day.

I want to wake up at four thirty in the morning every day.

I want my work to be read by kings.

I want to pass down my knowledge to someone.

I want to see five thousand sunrises.

I want to be a prison minister.

I want to be a peer support specialist.

I want an honorary doctorate.

I want to never set foot in a college class again.

I want to eat from my work.

I want to be an expert gardener.

I want to raise horses.

 

LORD! I Cannot Bear My Shame!

LORD! I know my own sins!

They are with me!

Why, why LORD do the heathen try to destroy me?

Why, why LORD do they this thing?

Why do they continually try to throw Your beloved in prison?

Why do they continually try to assault me with their tongue?

 

LORD! Have I done this thing to them?

No! I listened to the Prophet’s words

And I submitted my yoke to Babylon.

I did not fight it.

I did not make haste.

I did not say, “Yes! I was innocent.”

Because, LORD, surely You know I was not.

When my sins came to remembrance

I put off my outer garment

And I repented in ashes

And fasting.

When I had fasted,

My own kin had made it my shame.

 

I had mourned, and I had wept

I had known I had done this abomination in Your sight.

Why then, when I am at peace

And in the land

Do these come upon me

And try to break me with their tongues?

Why LORD! When I have honored You.

I had not resisted.

I had not said, “I was surely innocent.”

For I knew I had done this abomination in Your sight.

Why then do my enemies try to pounce?

Why then do they try to put my soul in bonds

And my dove into prison?

I had not done anything!

 

Yes, what I had done, LORD,

Surely You know

What I had done, LORD,

You had corrected me.

You had stricken me.

You had cleansed my soul.

 

LORD, when I was among the heathen

I was just like one of them.

Then they rejoiced at my sin.

They said, “Eat, drink, be merry!

“For You are one of us!”

So it is not for my sin

But my repentance

That I have found myself an enemy.

LORD, for their shame

They try to take me to the grave.

They even seek to kill my soul.

LORD, I am fragile

And I cannot bear my own sins.

Surely, if every sin had been numbered

And every sin laid to my account

LORD, I would be encumbered and destroyed.

But, LORD, I know You are with me

For when I cry, You listen.

When I pray, Your ear is ready to hear.

In the time of great waters

I had not raised my prayer

But before it.

LORD, the waters threaten to lay me up to the neck

But LORD, why do these heathen try to take my life?

 

Had I not laid silently?

Had I not succumbed to justice?

Had I fought it, or done any thing otherwise unwholesome?

When I saw I had sinned, I had laid it to Thy account

To render unto me what was my just due.

And I had received double for all my sins

According to the Heathen’s justice.

I had not laid a cry.

I had not tried to fight my bondage

Which was right, and You had put me unto chains.

No, I had laid my yoke, and let it stay.

 

Now my bonds are broken,

And they try to take from me

And to put me back under bonds.

No… they shall not.

For their trap shall spring on them like a wild animal

Bereaved of its cub.

It shall come upon them as a bear

Furious for meat

And it shall tear them.

For my sin, I had been recompensed double.

For the injury they had done to Your servant Israel

To not allow him to come out of his bonds

You, You LORD shall recompense the Heathen.

 

Why should a man suffer an entire lifetime

For the sins he has committed?

Is not grace sufficient?

Is not justice paid its due to the heathen

Who do not cry about an injury

But because of vanity?

They cry because of their own vanity

And not that this evil had been done.

For the evil I could suffer, yet but a little longer.

For even for evil, they ought not recompense a man

For his whole life.

For the LORD has spoken to me:

“I will touch you.”

And LORD, I ask that I never see chains again.

LORD, I ask this because I am innocent

And washed in Your blood.

I had this stain upon my conscience

And needed it lifted.

 

In my pride I had gone and tried to recompense my salvation to myself.

When I had sinned, in conceiving vanity to save me

I learned that my own mouth or hand could not save me.

Therefore, LORD, I had laid unto the yoke

And let Your waves pass over me.

Night after night, and day after day

I mourned, I fasted, I had loosed the bonds of my sin.

Yet, the Heathen grew even more wrathful

At my chastity, for no longer was I the one who had committed offense

But they. They for trying to lengthen my bonds.

 

LORD, even soldiers and warriors and spies

Had encamped against me, and LORD, surely You know

They sought my life while I was in my captivity.

Why, then, do they continually try to lay this evil upon me

When I have suffered and have paid my due

Double for my sin?

LORD, do not let their plans prosper.

For even brethren are lifted up against Your servant.

And LORD, I cannot bear my own shame

Lest I be destroyed.

Certainly You know my sins

And have hidden them in Your mercy.

For they are against You, and no one else.

It is You who I have sinned against.

Let not Your servant Israel taste of the captivity a second time.

His soul could not bear it.

Amen.

What Was Forgiven

O! Moses, Moses, you killed a man!

So did Paul!

So did King David!

 

Joseph’s kin

You sold your baby brother into slavery

To the Egyptians.

 

David, did you not commit adultery?

Did you not even approach her

In her time of uncleanliness?

 

Yet… I do remember

It was the Philistines,

The Amonites,

The Amelekites

The Moabites

The Assyrians

The Babylonians

And the Amorites

Who were given unto the wrath of God.

 

When Israel had put off sinning

He was made clean.

He no longer was under the curse

For his sins were purged.

 

My sins are purged.

Therefore, why do I still suffer

Like I were a sinner?

Why do I get continually attacked by my enemies?

Have I murdered?

Have I?

No…

Have I stolen?

No…

Have I destroyed?

Have I?

No…

Why do I continually get attacked?

 

A prophet told me God would touch me.

Please, Father, come soon!

Touch me and heal me, and cleanse me soon!

I can bear no more shame.

 

I can only be right with God.