Here are two Poems I have written, the first was for my dads graduation, and the other just sort of came from my heart:
Graduation
Poem
Since before the dawn
of man and the twilight of the sun
A plan has been
formed by the almighty one
To choose His own for
His glory
Now to describe one's
life; ‘tis only a sentence of the story
The life of my father
had truly begun
When he started the
race many have run
To sprint down the
straight and narrow
With all his heart,
his soul, his marrow
How to describe this
man of God?
To trace his
footsteps in which he has trod?
To write it in words,
with ink and hand
The life of a servant
at his Lord's command
And so I attempt in
my feeble writings
To describe his
heart, and why he is fighting.
A man of God is among
the rarest of things
But this is my
father, what joy it brings
To follow this
leader, and be led by his hand
Ponder with me, so
you might understand
The heart of my
father is like the dew under the sun
Reflecting the
brilliance of the all seeing One
But even the grandeur
of the diamond crystal clear
Can only be seen by
the light which it hears
The soul of this man,
brilliant and bright
Reflects His Savior;
the majesty of His light
And have I ever been
weary, down trodden soul?
If this I have felt
then I should know
That soon I shall be
in my fathers loving arms
Keeping me from
danger, protecting me from harm
For even in the firmness
of my fathers rebuke
I see my Saviors
love, which he has never forsook
Have I mentioned,
dear reader, of when he prays?
Of how it stirs the
heart to follow his ways?
How his voice rages
when he reads The Book
As though the winds
had died, and the thunder he took
But all this I write,
that all you may see
The passion of my
father, and what he would plea
That even in the
celebration of his graduation day
We would look to the
Savior, and His glorious way.
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Soul of the Convicted
A poem inspired by Ezekiel 33
Forgive me, for I have slain the innocent
The blood of thousands are on my hands.
Thousands tormented from the silence of my tongue
Forgive me, for though I am no longer dead
I don’t feel truly
alive
Forgive me, for I have mocked death
As a hand in the wind, so is a man and death
Grasping but cannot
hold
While thousands are burned at my hand.
Forgive me, for I have become god
Thinking my vain ambitions as something beyond the heavens.
I have change the incorruptible image of Almighty, into
myself
Corrupted man
Forgive me, for I have pierced the heart
And crushed the fragile
Those who have needed help, I have trodden upon
With my tongue, I have stabbed in the dark
Forgive me, for I have destroyed a legacy
Which I have been commanded to live
Trading the legacy for something forgotten tomorrow
Forgetting those who
gave their tomorrow, so I could have today
Forgive me, for I have lied
A life commitment thrown as ashes into the wind
Forgetting Him who saved me
Forgive me, for I have laughed
For while others are in torment, I have been joyous
While others cry for help
I have continued to live
Forgive me, for though I live,
I have forgotten life
Forgive me, for I have killed
I have the hammer in my hand
Crucifying yet again my Master
Forgive me, for I am
the convicted soul
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