Wednesday, June 1, 2011

I didn't exactly mean to write a poem....

Complacency is a most horrid distraction.

God help.

I feel like I'm stuck in a pit of sinking sand and I can't crawl my way back onto land.

I'm distracted by things I find more beautiful than You.
And I'm sadly mistaken, for You are You!

It's a fight to read my bible, to reach the voice in my head.
A fight I must not lose! But winning I dread...

It's easier to run, to revel in meaningless things.
To be a sluggard slumped in refuse, all while he cheerfully sings.

To care more about boys, movies, friends, and clothes.
To lose sight of the Majestic, in favor of those.

Poor, poor substitutes, entertainers of our hearts,
all the while You're calling, yearning for us to do our part.

To simply turn back to You. You can do the rest!
You seperate our sins, as far as the east is from the west.

We need just take the first step, you will carry us on from there,
we need only crack open that bible, or direct a word to Your ear.

We need only call, for You to be at our side.
You were there anyway, in silence, beside.

You'll hold our hand, lead us out of the dark.
Like a lover You'll whisper, Your comforting remarks.

You'll draw us nearer, into Your arms.
Our hearts will beat faster, giving into Your charms.

Our smiles will ignite, setting fire to Your heart.
You enjoy our presence, You love our every part.

We revel in You, Your majesty, beauty, and grace.
As You rejoice in our love! Your heart loves to see our face!

Now, as one, complete, in the fullness of our love.
We will walk off in the sunshine; the shulamite and beloved.

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