On today’s special episode, Matthew delivers his first-ever sermon at his local church. The sermon focuses on Malachi 3:1-1, highlighting Jesus Christ as the divine Refiner who patiently purifies His people through trials, much like a goldsmith refines metal through fire, skimming impurities, and repeating the process until perfection is achieved.

“A Love That Unveiled My Eyes”
Written: November 28th, Monday, 2022
By: Matthew Krogstad

A love that unveiled my eyes,
I have only heard, but now I see;
The work that told my soul to arise,
Jesus Christ taking on Calvary’s Tree.

Upon a people a Light has dawned,
Dwelling among us, in a land so dim;
Come to restore the most joyful bond,
That hast been severed due to all my sin.

Unnoticed as He walked in purity,
Unknown by all the eyes of man;
Yet, tis the One who is our Surety,
He accomplished the Father’s plan.

The plan to clear a boundless offense,
Sinless He lived for the sake of the vile;
Oh, this depth of love is so immense,
The Holy God and sinners reconciled!

See Him walk the road to wrath,
The Father’s fury stowed for the guilty;
In the crowd I mock and laugh,
While Christ the Son is treated as filthy.

Christ entered into the holy veil,
as the Sacrifice and great High Priest;
Wearing my sin, yes, taking its scale!
That I may join the eternal feast.

A love that unveiled my eyes,
From the grave He rose and stands strong;
In my place Thou hast lived and died,
This shall forever be my song.

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"Pages Divine"
Written: October 31st, Monday, 2022
By: Matthew Krogstad

Inscribed within the Pages Divine,
speaks of One who was before all time.
O, the perfect word of grace,
is the place where Christ, I'll chase.

See this book take its mighty stand,
whilst every line has greatly fanned.
A flame that burned the hearts of man,
a deep so vast no mind can scan.

Follow its path to the endless fount,
the glory Moses sought on the mount.
Uncovered inside all its pages,
revealed is Him who paid sins wages,

Led by the Holy Spirit I'll see,
all about Jesus who is the Key.
Unlocking the most valuable treasure,
a height of beauty no one can measure.

A poem inspired by Psalm 10 in light of the assassination of Charlie Kirk.
Written: September 11th, Thursday, 2025
Song: Psalm 10 by Poor Bishop Hooper (used with permission)

Why stand, O Lord, afar off?
Troubles rise and help is hidden.
Scheming, they laugh and scoff,
in arrogance the poor are stricken.

Boasting in their hearts desire,
for gain they wallow in greed.
Snare them by what they conspire,
for cursing and hate is all they breed.

Daring in their sinful courses,
renouncing Your name in pride.
Deceit and abuse unite forces,
Your decree gone from their eyes.

Lurking, their eyes set to pounce,
in hiding they murder the pure.
'There is no God,' they announce,
thus, the dark oppressions endure.

Hiding deep in shadowed ways,
mocking the cries of the weak.
No secret stays beyond His gaze,
the Lord observes all they seek.

Arise, O Lord; lift up Your arm,
for they say You do not see.
Praising over death and harm,
hear the afflicted's plea.

O God our refuge, send forth care,
we long for justice to soon release.
Strengthen hearts in deep despair,
by Your cross, bring the vile to peace.

"Why Did The Land Fall Dark?"
Written: August 8th, Friday, 2025
By: Matthew Krogstad

Why did the land fall dark,
when the beaten man was hung?
No light; nay, not one spark,
while praises of hell were sung.

Why did the land grow dire?
This man hanging midst the two.
Reviled, yes, cast into the mire.
Has this man received his due?

Why did the land fill with dread?
This man derided and mocked.
Marred his body; frail it bled.
Wagging their heads as they walked.

Why did the darkness shadow the land,
while 'forsaken' he cried loud?
Will Elijah help by command?
Then, in final breath, he bowed.

Why in death did this darkness lift?
'Truly, this man is the son of God.'
The veil was rent; the earth did shift.
Looking from afar, in silence awed.

Why was the darkness so grim?
No terror has ever been greater.
Crushed, this man, with all my sin.
It was I who killed my Creator.

Welcome to season 2 of Gospel Poetry!

Today`s spoken word brings you into a journal entry written a year after I became a believer. I pray it would cause you to worship the Holy One whom the wind and seas obey.

Share this with your friends, leave a review, and join us next time! In the next episode we will dive into a meditation based on the deep reality of Mark 15:33.

Welcome to Season 2 of Gospel Poetry!

As we start a new season I wanted to share a spoken word poem that I recently wrote in the month of June, 2025. I may share more spoken words every so often. The title of this one is, 'Before the Alarm Clock,' which captures the reality of facing spiritual attacks even before the day begins. I pray it can serve as a reminder of the real battle that goes beyond the physical, and the response that can silence the treacherous voices.

I am grateful to be back and I pray these episodes can enrich your devotion and love for the Lord Jesus. Please share this with your friends and join us next time.

A prayer written in a season of despair
Written: January 5th, Thursday, 2023
By: Matthew Krogstad

Whether I am in a dry land may I say, it is well for Christ is my river. If I be in great need for money may I say, it is well for Christ is my portion.

If it be pain or sickness that overcomes my body may I say, it is well for Christ is my strength and my salvation. If I were to have the world against me all at once may I say, it is well for Christ the King is my rear guard.

If it be the last moments when death will have its victory over my flesh may I look up and say, it is well for Christ awaits to welcome me home. If I am to remain on this earth and doubts pursue me on every side may I say, it is well for Christ is my surety.

If the winds of trials try to take me off course may I say, it is well for Christ my wisdom keeps me level. If my heart grows dim and burns like a faint ember may I say, it is well for Christ my light can set it ablaze once more.

As I wake up each day not knowing what my steps entail may I say, it is well for Christ is my wisdom, righteousness, sanctification and redemption.

Oh blessed loss you are most welcome at anytime for each visit of yours is a gain of mine. I have lost nothing of what I have in Christ.

A poem inspired by Psalm 103
Written: April 12th, Tuesday, 2022
By: Matthew Krogstad

As high as the heavens reach,
so great is Your steadfast love.
With Your word, O Spirit, teach,
that I may fear the Lord above.

My soul shall bless Your name!
All that is within, my life`s aim.
The chords of my soul flow in motion,
to You, whose mercy outweighs the ocean.

As far as the east is from the west,
my sin and guilt are no more.
With my lips I will continually bless,
He who took the veil and tore.

All my iniquities forgiven in Him,
satisfied with good all my days.
Dealt not according to my sin,
its memory no longer shall stay.

Your compassion is on those who are dust,
our days are like the fleeting grass.
Fearing You in all our ways, we must.
As You lead us to glory at last!

Clothed with strength as we keep Your word,
Your righteousness we now attain.
Our vision is clear, no longer blurred,
the world behind; heaven our gain!

O bless the Lord, bless His name!
Shout, O soul; your Redeemer came!
His anger on you withheld so free,
such infinite love, how can it be?

"A Simple Way to Pray"
Written: October 27th. Thursday, 2022
By: Matthew Krogstad

Above the earth exalted high,
tis the blessed place You reside.
Hallowed be thy name, O Lord,
deep within my heart adored.

Let thy Kingdom hasten this day,
drawing those who have gone astray.
Your will be done on earth below,
making us clean, yes, white as snow.

Resting in You each day that is given.
Nourish my soul; refine my vision.
Our daily bread comes forth from You.
You are true Life, yes, and true Food!

As You have forgiven so shall we too,
Your mercies each morning, ready and new.
You the Judge have stayed Your hand,
since Christ fulfilled the laws demand.

Away from temptation lead us, O God,
keeping our eyes off the way which is broad.
Save us from affliction, preserve our souls,
and with our lips Your name we extol!

Your kingdom on high; O City to come,
the light of our eyes; the Eternal Son.
All power, all glory, forever ascribed.
To You, Our Refuge, who shall soon arrive.

"The Robe of Him Who Filled The Temple"
Written: November 28th, Monday, 2022
By: Matthew Krogstad
Music: "There is a Fountain" recorded by Capitol Hill Baptist

The robe of Him who filled the temple,
the heavenly host of myriads around.
Standing in fear Isaiah trembled,
Thou art the One who to us, came down.

Into this corrupt habitation,
thy Son of the Most High.
Off His throne to dwell in creation,
thy Infinite drawn nigh.

Unrighteousness clouded this world,
`twas the state from days of old.
In Him the promises unfurled,
this the prophets hath foretold.

The Eternal God whose name is Holy,
given to us in human likeness.
Behold, a King, yet gentle and lowly,
the fulfillment of all righteousness.

Amongst the darkness shines a star,
guiding our eyes to behold this child.
Coming down from a land so far,
The Shepherd of a people exiled.

Brought low in the manager Immanuel lay,
swaddled in cloth; cobwebs His curtain.
Brought lower in death; the cross His array.
His mission to make salvation certain.