Chapter 8
“He has shown you, O mortal, what is good. And what does the Lord require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God.”
– Micah 6:8 (NIV)
I’m weary of the hollow crowns, the masks they wear,
The weight of greed that chokes the air.
They claim the earth, yet leave it bare,
A fractured world beyond repair.
They preach of peace, yet sow the flame,
Divide the many, rule the game.
Their words are sweet, their hearts are stone,
They build their thrones on blood and bone.
But the Kingdom of God is not a destination—
It’s a disruption, a holy invasion.
Not a far-off dream or a distant shore,
But a reality breaking through the here and now’s core.
It’s a mustard seed, small yet uncontained,
A hidden treasure, a pearl unchained.
It’s yeast in dough, a quiet, rising force,
A net full of fish, gathering all, of course.
It’s a king forgiving a debt too vast to pay,
A vineyard owner who levels the way.
It’s a father running, arms open wide,
To welcome the lost, the broken, the denied.
The Kingdom isn’t a place we escape to someday—
It’s a revolution unfolding today.
It’s justice rising, mercy’s embrace,
A humble walk with God, full of grace.
They hoard the wealth, they twist the laws,
They smile for cameras, but sharpen their claws.
Yet the Kingdom whispers, “This is not the end,”
For the tyrants’ reign will break and bend.
The tides will turn, the walls will fall,
The Kingdom’s call will reach us all.
For every lie, a truth will rise,
And every shadow meets the skies.
The dawn will break, the world will wake,
The roots of change no hand can shake.
For power fades, but hope remains—
A world reborn from ash and chains.
The Kingdom is here, not in some distant sphere,
It’s in the acts of justice, the love we hold dear.
It’s in the mustard seed, the yeast, the pearl,
In the hands of the faithful, reshaping the world.
Wishing you a good start in all your disruption!
Philemon