Have I always been an angel?
Fallen, been twisted every which way,
Made promises by silky soft voices for fleeting everlasting joy,
Smoke and mirrors, nothing real or firm,
Thought to have found peace and tranquility in solitude…
No More
Restless now
Not content with the status quo
The emptiness of material gain for what
Building frustration like howling at the wind
Shouting to the deaf "the kingdom is at hand!"
No More
Courage and conviction courses through my veins
Unleash your servant to make ready the way
Now become the herald, the harbinger, the hibernation is over
Time to take up thy armor, thy shield and thy grace
What about thy sword to wield in furious righteousness?
No More
No warning alarms will be sounded
No overt threats made
No coercion to the faith
No cause or consequence relayed
By subtle sound and movement…like a herd of antelope reacting to a snapped twig, the excitable and frightened shall run in full force toward the abyss, yet those who hold their ground, standing firm in faith, swayed not by the hysteria of masses, will see that it is you Lord coming with gentle footsteps and outstretched hands, with grains of grace to feed us as we journey home.
This was my most emotional spiritual poem...many emotions ran through it...asking God if I were ready to preach...the answer "No More" not the way I expected in the way I expected...however at the end a great sense of joy and peace knowing that we are in His hands...
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