This was written to be a spoken word poem, but, due to laryngitis, I am not presently able to record it. When I do recover my voice, I will post it on Youtube and put a link here.
Until then, I hope you will enjoy it and take the message to heart.
Most loving, purest, Son of God, Destined to glory. Wretched, vile, children of hell, Doomed to burn. Humble, lowly,
The storm is raging. My faith is shaken. “Lord, won’t You help me?” “Am I forsaken?” These faithless questions
“Don’t grow up Stay a child. Kids have fun. Kids are wild.” So they said
I see myself in a mirror, My face is marked by hate and fear… Scarred by the many wasted days Spent pursuing sinful ways. I see the lines left by my pride,
Body. Silent. Cold. Dead? No.
Children of men, do not delay This is the time, this is the day We are the lost, He is the way For this is the day of His Salvat… But we have sinned and sin has cos…
God is in heaven, but, alas, not a… Tortured souls cry out for aid Selfish hearts crush broken reeds Blood runs the streets across the… And our land takes good for evil
“Hey, girl, listen, it’s me, your… I know that I just saw you bend. So I thought I’d come to call I’d come to see you fail and fall.… “You are my friend no more—I’m fr…
I am alone I tread the empty street; Dark windows watch me Like a hundred lifeless eyes. Has it been three years, or a thou…
She turned her back Went out the door Gone to search For something more. Crumbling idols
The years passed slowly. I am young no more. I see the way you look at me. You laugh at my thin grey hair. You shudder at my shriveled limbs.
Woke up choked up, looked in the m… All I see is me—my hate and my fe… I know I shouldn’t be here The old me should disappear I’ve been saved for six year!
Could I write the passion down, The Spirit’s blazing flame, The page should fall to ashes, In terror of the word. Could I speak the love of Christ,