FIREPLACE POETRY

Long before Bethlehem had a name,
Before Rome raised a throne,
Before a cross ever touched the sky—
The story was already written.

Born of a virgin — Isaiah said it.
Born in Bethlehem — Micah called it.
Betrayed for silver — Zechariah knew the price.
Pierced hands.
Broken body.
Silent lamb before His killers —
David saw it a thousand years before it happened.

This wasn’t coincidence.
This was precision.

Over 300 prophecies,
written centuries apart,
fulfilled in one man.

Jesus of Nazareth.

Historians confirm His life.
Rome confirms His death.
The empty tomb confirms everything else.

He didn’t conquer with armies.
He conquered death itself.

They sealed the stone.
They posted guards.
They thought it was over.

But resurrection doesn’t ask permission.

The grave couldn’t hold Him.
The cross couldn’t stop Him.
And time hasn’t erased Him.

And now —
the same Scriptures that predicted His first coming
are unfolding the second.

Wars.
Rumors of wars.
Earthquakes.
Hearts growing cold.
Truth blurred.
Love fading.

He said these days would come.
And here they are.

Not to scare us —
but to wake us.

Because the same Jesus who came as a Lamb
is coming back as a King.

Not to suffer —
but to reign.
Not to be rejected —
but recognized.

This isn’t religion.
It’s revelation.

The question isn’t if He’s real.
History already answered that.

The question is —
are you ready when He returns?

Because prophecy isn’t prediction.
It’s invitation.

And the door…
is still open.

Written By: Alex Garvin (Fireplace-Poetry)