I wrote this when I was 17 years old. Take note of the capitalization in this...it is for a reason. :) I have changed it a bit from the original, but I think the changes were necessary.
"Spirit Battle"
sixteen to seventeen,
running from the real,
fatherless expressions somehow take hold,
so i am left for naught.
looking for joy, for the happiness,
i am deceived and deceived.
but i feel You pulling at my heart,
locked in a battle within me.
one side to throw me in the front lines,
Another to lift me up and set me aside,
to fight the battle for me,
to protect and to enliven me.
i feel You tugging,
i cannot resist,
You make me full,
and with,
forever joy.
_
Monday, December 21, 2009
Emotion
Before you read this poem, I must give the context. I wrote this while I was still in high school and before I became a Christian. I would say I was around 15 years old. I remember these feelings very well, and I think that it is good to show everyone what kind of emotions some teenagers go through...especially ones without Christ.
"Emotion"
As I sit here in solitude, it's crowded,
I'm being squeezed from all directions,
There's a voice in me screaming to get out,
But I push it right back down.
So much lying, deceit, and prejudice,
It's dark, with no hope,
"How bad has it gotten?" is conceded,
Nobody thinks of others.
And when everyone thinks I'm happy,
I'm being swallowed by pain.
_
These are the types of emotions I felt as a teenager without Christ. However, when Christ came into my life, these words really struck me:
"I remember my affliction and my wandering, the bitterness and the gall. I well remember them, and my soul is downcast within me. Yet this I call to mind and therefore I have hope:
Because of the LORD's great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. I say to myself, 'The LORD is my portion; therefore I will wait for him.'
The LORD is good to those whose hope is in him, to the one who seeks him; it is good to wait quietly for the salvation of the LORD. It is good for a man to bear the yoke while he is young. Let him sit alone in silence, for the LORD has laid it on him. Let him bury his face in the dust—there may yet be hope."
Lamentations 3:19-29 (NIV)
"Emotion"
As I sit here in solitude, it's crowded,
I'm being squeezed from all directions,
There's a voice in me screaming to get out,
But I push it right back down.
So much lying, deceit, and prejudice,
It's dark, with no hope,
"How bad has it gotten?" is conceded,
Nobody thinks of others.
And when everyone thinks I'm happy,
I'm being swallowed by pain.
_
These are the types of emotions I felt as a teenager without Christ. However, when Christ came into my life, these words really struck me:
"I remember my affliction and my wandering, the bitterness and the gall. I well remember them, and my soul is downcast within me. Yet this I call to mind and therefore I have hope:
Because of the LORD's great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. I say to myself, 'The LORD is my portion; therefore I will wait for him.'
The LORD is good to those whose hope is in him, to the one who seeks him; it is good to wait quietly for the salvation of the LORD. It is good for a man to bear the yoke while he is young. Let him sit alone in silence, for the LORD has laid it on him. Let him bury his face in the dust—there may yet be hope."
Lamentations 3:19-29 (NIV)
Friday, December 18, 2009
The Advent of the Cross
Did you not see?
Have you not heard?
It has been finished,
But it is still the beginning.
The blood, the pain!
The screams, the cries!
The Savior has died,
But has only just been born.
The witnesses run away.
The whips crack on hard hearts.
The nails have been driven,
But wait till the third.
Looking at sweet innocence,
Listening to soft whispers,
Angels have declared His glory,
Emmanuel has come!
_
Have you not heard?
It has been finished,
But it is still the beginning.
The blood, the pain!
The screams, the cries!
The Savior has died,
But has only just been born.
The witnesses run away.
The whips crack on hard hearts.
The nails have been driven,
But wait till the third.
Looking at sweet innocence,
Listening to soft whispers,
Angels have declared His glory,
Emmanuel has come!
_
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Emotions
Emotion runs upon the highways of our hearts,
never knowing if traffic will slow or stop.
Often it flies with little imagining or intimidation,
but never it seems, without evaluation.
It is the blanket of the soul that keeps us warm,
that affection that seems persistent and good.
But beware if it drowns you with debating evil insanities,
for if it does, you’ll sink under profanities.
Trust once built up can be destroyed beyond repair,
Maybe we shouldn’t listen ever again.
But if one day our intricate hearts become enraptured once again,
Lord, guide our feelings down the path without the pain.
_
never knowing if traffic will slow or stop.
Often it flies with little imagining or intimidation,
but never it seems, without evaluation.
It is the blanket of the soul that keeps us warm,
that affection that seems persistent and good.
But beware if it drowns you with debating evil insanities,
for if it does, you’ll sink under profanities.
Trust once built up can be destroyed beyond repair,
Maybe we shouldn’t listen ever again.
But if one day our intricate hearts become enraptured once again,
Lord, guide our feelings down the path without the pain.
_
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Failings of a Wounded Heart
I am not quite sure when I wrote this, but it was a while ago. Really, I just found it on my computer and figured I would post it.
"Failings of a Wounded Heart"
Through the misty rains I fail to grasp,
That light of day just away from me,
What becomes of me,
What becomes of you,
I cannot seem to unite,
Though I fear the night that falls,
Though I cannot see,
I will trudge on.
With no hope it seems I will.
Sorrows, sorrows, all around
In the air, all consuming,
Trapped, without remorse,
With much repentance,
With much remorse,
Forgive that which I am,
That evil that stirs my heart,
For I am just a man,
With no hope,
No, none.
Feeling, need to feel,
Need to trust,
Can’t bear,
Embrace me, mold me,
Make me whole,
In another world,
Hold my spirit,
Complete.
_
"Failings of a Wounded Heart"
Through the misty rains I fail to grasp,
That light of day just away from me,
What becomes of me,
What becomes of you,
I cannot seem to unite,
Though I fear the night that falls,
Though I cannot see,
I will trudge on.
With no hope it seems I will.
Sorrows, sorrows, all around
In the air, all consuming,
Trapped, without remorse,
With much repentance,
With much remorse,
Forgive that which I am,
That evil that stirs my heart,
For I am just a man,
With no hope,
No, none.
Feeling, need to feel,
Need to trust,
Can’t bear,
Embrace me, mold me,
Make me whole,
In another world,
Hold my spirit,
Complete.
_
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