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.

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