Christen kuikoua Poems
A Song of Faith and Resolve
by Christen Kuikoua
A Song of Faith and Resolve
Some say yes to Satan to reach their goals,
To sell their priceless soul for fleeting glow.
But I, Christen Kuikoua, declare, "No!"
For I have the Lord God Almighty's hold.
It takes hard work and reading of His Word,
It takes a bond with Him to truly see,
How best to praise His name in purity—
The Lord of hosts, by whom all life is stirred.
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America The Great Has Fallen
by Christen Kuikoua
Oh America The Great, What Happened?
You were the land of the free, the home of the brave,
But now you are the kingdom of the lost, the empire of the depraved.
A nation built on righteousness, now swallowed by darkness.
Your streets bleed with the cries of the innocent,
Your towers rise on the graves of morality,
And your people bow—not to God, but to greed, to perversion, to chaos.
Oh America The Great, What Happened?
You butcher the unborn in clinics called sanctuaries,
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Cherished by Mom
by Christen Kuikoua
In you, dear Mother, my pride resides,
No hate could ever in my heart abide.
Nine months within your loving embrace,
You nurtured me with boundless grace.
You taught me to speak, to write, to stand,
Guided me with a gentle hand.
A part of you, you gave to me,
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So Who Is Christen Kuikoua
by Christen Kuikoua
In the quiet quest of self, a name unfolds,
Christen Kuikoua, a story yet to be told.
Not just a random soul or a fleeting dream,
But a being with purpose, a soul in the stream.
Through days and nights, in life's winding thread,
In the valley's shadow, where mysteries are bred.
Asking, "Who am I, and how did I come to be?"
A pondering heart, longing for clarity.
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Am I Truly Best At Being The Best?
by Christen Kuikoua
I admit I'm not the best,
Was never the best, put to the test.
In my head, I strive to be the best,
Lack confidence, yet dress so blessed.
Insecurity's grip, a constant wrestle,
Fight those doubts, a relentless tussle.
A friend once preach, a truth so profound,
To be the best, your best self must be found.
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Eighteen Years
by Christen Kuikoua
Eighteen years ago, I was cradled in my mother’s womb.
Eighteen years ago, God whispered me into existence.
He saw me before the world did.
He knew me before I knew myself.
Seventeen years came and went
Some good, some hard, some unbearable.
Yet, here I stand, one more year added,
Not because I willed it, but because He did.
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God is Great
by Christen Kuikoua
God is Great
When I breathe, I see God is great.
When I laugh, I see God is great.
When my heart is broken, still, God remains great.
In my depression, in my despair, God is still great.
When I am a slave to my own anxiety, God is still great.
In my failures, when the world calls me lost, God remains great.
Even every tear that falls from my eyes is proof
God is great.
So, yes, I am here, and I testify God is great.
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A Heart Set Ablaze
by Christen Kuikoua
I love You, Lord.
Let my heart burn for You, let my soul cling to You.
May I love You with all that I am, with nothing held back.
Let no logic, no argument, no worldly wisdom steal me away.
God, may I never be too smart for my own salvation,
never too wise to be blind,
never too proud to forget that without You, I am nothing.
Make me a man after Your own heart.
Let those who see me, see Christ.
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A CRY AGAINST INDECENCY
by Christen Kuikoua
Oh, indecency what ruin you have sown!
Once, this world trembled before the Almighty,
once, men and women clothed themselves in honor,
but now, nakedness is the new beauty,
Extravagant is their new god
and shame parades without restraint.
A battle rages man against woman, woman against man,
not for righteousness, not for truth,
but for dominance in a game already lost to sin.
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America The Great Has Fallen
by Christen Kuikoua
Oh America The Great, What Happened?
You were the land of the free, the home of the brave,
But now you are the kingdom of the lost, the empire of the depraved.
A nation built on righteousness, now swallowed by darkness.
Your streets bleed with the cries of the innocent,
Your towers rise on the graves of morality,
And your people bow—not to God, but to greed, to perversion, to chaos.
Oh America The Great, What Happened?
You butcher the unborn in clinics called sanctuaries,
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