10 Minute Poem Week
10 Minute Poem Week
The first thing we learn about God in Genesis is that He is creative (Gen 1:1). As His creation, humans were made in God’s image, this means we are creative too.
But creativity takes time and we take ourselves way too seriously, so in the end we don’t often do much to explore this part of our humanity.
This week I’m sponsoring 10 minute Poem Week. Before you stop reading, note the rules. You have to write a poem in 10 minutes or less. This is not designed to be a lengthy soul searching experience. Simply write a poem in 10 minutes and post it here or send it to me. At the end of the week, I'll pick a few of my favorites and send you some valuable prizes and gifts (probably books signed by me and some PlanetWisdom gear.)
Here's my first one (try and do one a day), based on my race to the gas station before I hit empty last night while returning from San Diego.
See .. it doesn't have to be good .. just something you do quick ... Enjoy.
Mark
The first thing we learn about God in Genesis is that He is creative (Gen 1:1). As His creation, humans were made in God’s image, this means we are creative too.
But creativity takes time and we take ourselves way too seriously, so in the end we don’t often do much to explore this part of our humanity.
This week I’m sponsoring 10 minute Poem Week. Before you stop reading, note the rules. You have to write a poem in 10 minutes or less. This is not designed to be a lengthy soul searching experience. Simply write a poem in 10 minutes and post it here or send it to me. At the end of the week, I'll pick a few of my favorites and send you some valuable prizes and gifts (probably books signed by me and some PlanetWisdom gear.)
Here's my first one (try and do one a day), based on my race to the gas station before I hit empty last night while returning from San Diego.
Heart pounding, hands clenched
My teeth bite on nothing
Three miles yet, to the watering hole
The light burns like an ember, growing hotter
will I arrive before it burns into flames?
The needle caffeinates my anxious heart
Two miles yet, to the watering hole
Heart racing, fingers tapping
Teeth declaring I can make it
One mile yet, to watering hole
The horse is sputtering, legs are failing
C'mon nelly, we're almost there.
Heart beats silent, hands aren't shaking
No miles left to the watering hole.
See .. it doesn't have to be good .. just something you do quick ... Enjoy.
Mark
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Stuck.
Stuck?
Are we STUCK?!?
Top of the hill, almost there
One more second and we're
Over the edge, but no
We're stuck
Here
Top of the coaster.
A deep sigh, warmer and brighter
Than the cold wind blowing on
Our arms, our faces.
Reaching behind to pat my sister's knee.
It's okay.
We'll be off soon.
Half an hour later
They laboriously guide us out of
Our warm safe plastic seats.
We walk down the skinny stairs
One hand tightly clutching the railing
Never daring to look through the lattice work
Let's not try that coaster again.
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I've had that experience... ugh... shudder... nice poem by the way, I like it.
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Tornado by Amanda Rabalais
The wind grabs at you from all sides,it seems to want to rip you apart,then silence,an eerie silence,befalls upon the world, it seems as thought the earth is standing still,suddenly sirens blare, yelling for you to take cover,yet you don't listen, your ego gets the best of you,you see it,a dark black funnel of dispair,still you stand there in awe of its majesty,knowing that all is means is misery,pain,death,loss,then the fear comes,you scream,thinking you shouts will somehow stop it from completing its mission,you run,inobvious to whats infront of you,running faster,faster is all you think about,you dive into a ditch,the world is torn apart around infront of your very eyes,you feel a tug,small at fist but it grows,you blast into the air,swallowed by the monster, its mission is complete.
Thanksgiving
Turkey, sweet potatoes, pink stuff, and gravy,
O how the alleged diet fails
Family, friends and future in-laws,
Reunions will surely lead to bickering
And somewhere in the mix we loose sight of the true meaning,
And the true thanksgiving begins when we all pile in the car to go home
And so ends Thanksgiving and begins Christmas
Lord save us.
Sorry about all the trashed comments, I accidentally put in my poem wrong, I put in an extra line that I meant to take out when I submitted it, so when I tried to fix my mistake I decided it would be better just to delete everything and resubmit, sorry.
My son sits at the bedside,
waiting for his daughter.
What will she look like?
Will she have red hair like Daddy?
What will she be when she grows?
Will she be a Queen or a Truckdriver?
She is coming soon,
she is coming soon.
Tonight we pray for her safety and mother's too.
Who will she look like?
Will she have a good heart?
Will she love Her God,
as He loves her?
We wait for her anxiously,
we wait for her anxiously.
Her name is Brooke,
she is my Grandaughter.
Tonight I will become a Nana.
She is coming soon,
and we wait for her anxiously.
Reborn
Breaking down the sullen streets
The things at night that no one sees
The bravely fought
The coward won
The poor old man who gave his son
The nation’s heart
His duty calls
The bleeding softly
Refuses love
What happened to this son of mine,
Who was so close, only to die
His badge of honor,
Worn only once
Down in that casket
The battle’s done.
Bruising wounds make no mistakes
Take down brother, then go away
Flee, oh sinner, although we are,
At least we don’t carry the scars.
Remember the brave,
Remember the weak,
Remember those who have no right to speak
Remember the hearts, all broken and mourned
For today is the day
That our nation’s reborn.
by Claire Kent
Empty
I’m at a point with so much pain.
I feel so hallow. It’s driving me insane.
Where are You God? When I feel so gross.
Where are You God? When it hurts the most.
This week has been an emotional high.
Why I feel this way, I don’t know why.
I took the next step. I was ready for home.
But I feel I’ve fallen.
A rip in my heart needing to be sewn.
This hole in my chest won’t go away.
I need something to fill it. I need Jesus today.
Oh, Lord! I need You! I have to change
I’ve been filled with Your love
But now I feel so strange.
It doesn’t make sense but I know You’ve a reason
The pain, and the loss. I guess it’s that season.
After awhile, I’ll look back and say, “That’s why you did that!”
For now, I will wait and discover my fate.
How long will this last? I’m at a stop sign.
I can’t seem to get rid of this lost feeling of mine.
Lord, I thank you for this time.
That I learned to fill the gap of mine.
I know you’re preparing me for what lies ahead.
It’s just right now, I feel so dead.
Take my life and use it your way.
I’m willing, I’m waiting. Today is your day.
by Kelsie Johnson
hands by jordan brimlow
"see if you can tell what it refers to"
10:55pm
ticking of the clock stresses him
hopelessly he wipes sweat from his brow.
news just sank in,
only one moment he wishes wasnt real.
cancer a dreaded fear of many,
many he was, unfortanently one.
he stops and ponders about purpose,
about life.
hands! he says
hands!
for so little we take into perspective for so little do we know.
hands it was that discovered me,
hands that diseased me.
he glances across the room, see's joy, sees a newborn baby,
hands, cuddle the baby
hold new life.
hands! trusting careful comfortable, and safe
but nevertheless firm.
noise:clang clink
draws his attention from a far.
a young boy who's hands are grasped tightly around,
around a bloody arm of a lost mother.
why! he yells why!
hands brought death to him,
they killed his mother
they ruined him.
as the confused man returns to his thought
he begins asking
why are hands so powerful?
he says
think, you can hold somebodys heart in the palm of your hands
you can ruin a life by the grasp of a hand.
a mans entrance pauses him.
blood stained hands, loss of translation,scarred backside,
enters with a stream of blusih tears flowing behind
one hand raised one hand by his side.
he stopped, he looked, he cried.
for it is time" he says.
"dnt worry anymore"
as i look up he is clean,
hands dry back finely toned.
the happy father, now congratulated,
hands still comforting.
the young man, understanding why.
hands purified and raised.
the man the victim of death.
hands, holes in the palm.
leaping up in shock,
asking "who are you?"
for it is me who took away pain,
me who brought new life,
me who took away you, my son,
me who cured death, fear"
as countless moments are left,
spent yet again pondering,
cancer gains control,
lungs condense,
heart begins giving up
the man says one last time
as he gasps for his last breath,
"IS HE GAW.......
No he couldn't be,could he?"
11:08pm
it was 2mins over sorry.
She's trying her best
to see what they see.
Her eyes are squinting tighter
with one hand over her brow,
where is it?
Twirling in circles,
patting her pockets,
stomach,
checking her coat.
She just can't comprehend.
The smiles that grace their visage
when the look her way,
the comments of approval and praise,
the utter surprise at her uncertainty,
she just doesn't get it.
What do you see in me?
How do you see in me
what I can't find in the mirror.
And then it comes,
as if it had never left.
They tell her,
"You are not in the mirror.
You are not in the clothes,
and the hair,
and the make up.
You are in Christ."
And she sees,
what they see in her.
And then she sees,
what He sees in her.
[less than 10 minutes, thank you!]
Alyssa D M
that song
instruments play
as i now listen
quieting my busy mind
and lightening my heavy heart
and it's only the intro
i have heard it before
but now i listen
the words grab me
the facination turns to meaning
and it's only verse one
words so put together
i continue to listen
the flow of the music
is like a river that surrounds me
and it's only the chorus
tears flowing now
but i still listen
to the song that lays out my life
every thought, struggle, and feeling
and it's only verse two
one song or many
i will listen
and express these that i feel
and praise to him that holds me
and it's only the beggining
There comes a time in everyone's life
When they should turn away from darkness and stark walking towards light.
Don't wait too long because it might be too late,
no one knows their Judgment Day date.
What will you say when you stand before the Lord?
I'm sorry I know I haven't done my chore.
I see you now and I have to believe, and he will reply
I never knew you, away from me.
Its not too late Lord just give me one more chance
I wanted to believe, but all I needed was a glance.
But child I work in your life everyday.
I said I am the potter, and you are the clay.
I put you on Earth to do one thing
and all that was, was to love your King.
Yeah, I had friends that told me to give you all the glory
I even read your book, I just thought it was a story.
Well then you read that I am the way, the truth, and the life
and without me you will live eternally in pain and strife.
You could have lived forever on these golden streets
by simply choosing to believe in me.
Instead you chose a life on your own,
so you don't belong here beside my throne.
Please exit these gates and never return again.
Thats what you get for choosing a life of sin.
its your hair that eviscerates my resolve
not to look again
not to notice
not to be unshackled from my mission
to complete this tedious duty
to cross it off the list
to be done
but I see you see me notice
and with devastating intention you summon
the sun to dance in your auburn glory
and my industry surrenders
my diligence a victim of your conditioner
Jordan Brimlow, you inspire me, I haven't written anything serious in nearly a year and a half, but now I feel like writing again, thank you. Whether it's 10 minutes or 12, that was exquisite.
-Kenyn M.
O.K., so I wrote this about a year and a half ago, and it definitely took more than ten minutes, but it may be the best thing I've ever done and I just wanted to get an unbiased (<- spell?) opinion on it so I know if I should even bother.
One Candle In The Darkness
In the pitch black,One light stands out,
And in the pure silence, You alone hear a shout,
You look for the source, But see only the candle,
And a big book, Sitting on a mantle,
You've never seen this before, Or at least not tried to,
"This 'big book' is the Bible," a voice says behind you,
You turn around quickly, To see but a man,
A hole in each foot, A hole in each hand,
You remember a story, A loved one once told,
Of a man named Jesus, This story is quite old,
"He died for me, and He died for you,
So believing in Him, Is the least we can do!"
You've never heeded these words, Till you read this Book,
You're touched by the story, And the Man's loving look,
A tear rolls down your cheek, And you fall on your face,
You cry "Lord please forgive me! I've been such a disgrace!
I've run for so long, And now I've run too far,
But now I'm done running, Except to Your arms!"
You raise up your face, And look up from the floor,
And every thing's changed, It's not like before,
There are voices and people, Oh what a sight!
But what you notice most, Is for once, you see light.
I know that this was supposed to be just a 10 minute thingy, but I needed SOMEONE'S opinion on this...
I won't do it again, I promise.
-Kenyn M.
"First Love"
If Adam was taken from Eve,
Eve would feel like me,
Not complete,
Not relieved,
Only longing,
For our Only.
Everyday weeping,
Will you hear my plea?
To be you and me,
And be as happy as she.
If you can guarantee
To be my Adam, I'll be your Eve.
*A break up inspired this poem haha. It's short, but to the point and I like it. Sometimes poems are the only way I can express what I feel.
"Twins"
We were together from birth
and together to death
through trials and dangers
we have no fear.
We hold hands and pull
the one who falls.
We laugh and we cry
but we also dry
the tears that fall.
We're together my twin
my sister and friend
as the wedding vows say
unto death do we part
hold my hand
and I'll hold yours
hold my heart
and I'll hold yours.
We'll pull and we'll struggle
until we stand
at the feet of our Savior
the Glorious One.
Aly Girl
Kenyn M., Im no poem expert, but I don't think you will need to look far to get some REALLY good feedback on "One Candle in the Darkness". Its beautifully written, plus Jesus is beautiful so how could your poem ABOUT Jesus not be beautiful as well? I loved it. :)
I would just like to say that all the poems already posted are very beautiful and have really made me think! Thank you!
Sitting on the soft, fluffy bed,
pounding fills my ears with the sound of
rain. It pours in sheets
inpenetrable, demanding,
noise.
Like the rain, He is
powerful, almighty,
huge. And yet--He is
supreme. He is
forever. He can do
anything. And yet--
He speaks in
whispers. I lean my ear
closer to One. The one who is the
master of all-- and yet
whispers to my
heart.
Trees
What kind of tree would you be,
If you were me?
Well you don't know me, so:
What kind of tree would you be,
If you were you?
Tell me before I must bid you adieu.
Now here's a question from my friend Amy:
What is your favorite color if you were a flower?
I could keep asking questions for an hour.
So now that I'm done, and the time is through,
I will stop questioning, questioning me.
And you. :]
I like to use words,
but I'd rather write a song.
I don't write my own lyrics
so this shouldn't be long.
A Ten minute challenge you say?
Signed prizes to be given away?
How could I refuse
with so many talents to use.
The clock is tick tock-ing
and this poem is not really rocking.
Maybe if I mention God I will win,
but please forgive my blasphemous sin...
well I guess this is the end.
Thank you Alex, my siblings can't decide if they want to mock my poetry or say they like it just to get me off their backs, so it's nice to have someone say (type) such kind words.
Kylie, that's beautiful. I relish how you compare God to the rain, being my favorite thing and my Father, you have lovely words.
Sean-The Best Poet in the whole world-Cucinella, one word, brilliant.
-Kenyn M.
I searched for love,
And found insecurity.
I looked for life,
And saw fear of death.
I sought reality,
And discovered a world
Content in its oblivion.
Blank pages
thoughts overflow
images, sounds,
emotions immortalized
no place to go
blank pages
I know I should stop posting, but you've spurred something in me, I just want to write now, I don't know why, but I feel like writing a thousand poems!!!
Here's one I just now finished,
"Forgiveness?"
"Nobody's perfect,"
I know this fact better than some,
I appear an angel to those around,
But if they knew,
Oh, how the thought of my own mind sends shivers down my spine,
Even now I am suffering the consequences of my disgraceful actions,
I have lost the trust of those around me,
And nearly lost the man I love,
But as King David, I am truly sorry for what I did,
And feel as though I am getting off easy,
Lord, strike me with lightening, dispatch of this wretch, cast me into the Lake of Fire!
For I surly don't deserve Your forgiveness,
You must surely deem me unworthy to even beg at Your feet for mercy,
And yet, what's this?
You want me back?
No, I made a mockery of the title "Christian,"
Christian means "little Christ,"
Christ would never behave such as I did!
What?
You say that I'm human? I can't help but make mistakes?
What matters is that I repent with my heart?
Oh, I assure you Lord, I would rather die a thousand deaths than to have this on my head, please, if You can find it in you, please forgive me.
I'm so sorry-
"What for?"
Why, Lord for- Oh, you say that once I asked you to forgive me, you did, and forgot all about it?
But Lord!-
"Move on?"
How?
How do I move on when I've been so awful? I-
Cause You moved on?
...
O.K. Lord, I'll try...
I'll stop posting now, I'm sorry! It's just that now you have me fired up to write... But this one took 15 minutes to write so I haven't entered myself more than once for the 10 minute poetry thingy. O.K., I'll be quiet now... Sorry
Singing Your praises
Forever I will praise You
Forever with You
Dancing to Your songs
Neverending songs to sing
Forever dancing
Loving forever
Your grace will always fall down
Thank you, O Jesus
I write to show love
You show love through everything
Keep me writing, God
Focus, must focus
Keep me writing for You, God
Songs, poems stories
Keep me writing, God
I write to release feelings
Let me show you love
Songs, poems, stories
Always writing for You, God
No one else but You
Always, forever
Singing your praises, O Lord
Singing your praises
Forever, Always
Dancing to songs for you, God
Dancing all for You
Always, Forever
Writing and loving, O Lord
Writing and loving
Singing your praises
Dancing all for You, O Lord
Writing all for You
This really did take 10 minutes!
Once upon a time
Once upon a time
A girl liked you
Once upon a time
You liked her too.
But this fairy tale story
Was not meant to be
For you dumped her
Like a cup of cold tea.
She was up in the sky
Just as free as a bird
What brought her back to Earth
Is what she heard:
"We're over, we're through"
The thought stabbed her like a knife
She had never felt this bad
Despite her recent strife.
Once upon a time
This girl had a heart
Once upon a time
You tore it apart.
Once upon a time
This story began
But sadly this story
Has no happy end.
Nothng in this poem is true. I just thought I'd put that in.
My reflection
I met a girl
The other day
She was different from me
In many ways
I know I have met her
In the past
But I don’t know
If our friendship will last
Her hair is different
And she doesn’t dress the same as before
I felt like I didn’t know
Who she was anymore
She left her old friends
And joined a new crew
Once a cute guy came along,
She’d leave her new crew too.
Her old friends told her
She was being a fake
They didn’t know
How much they could take
They tried to prove a point to her
And she shed a tear
They told her to look
At herself in a mirror
When I saw all this happening I thought,
“How could this be?”
This new girl seemed
So opposite of me
But when I looked in the mirror,
What did I see?
My reflection! All along
This new girl was me!
Kenyn.. thank you so much. :D
The Blank Paper
The crisp white paper lays blank,
waiting to be filled with
numbers and symbols. Yet-
and yet it still stays
in it's purest nature.
My life is like the paper.
Simple and confusing, pure
and unknown--full of potential.
But like my life, the path
of equations is hard to follow.
It seems like all I can
do is make mistakes.
Mistakes that can transform
the entire outcome into
a plus or a minus-
a positive or a negative.
It is so easy to erase, to
forget what all I've done
to get where I am.
To forget who I am.
My mind gets jumbled, eraser
covers my desk. It is-
it is so easy to quit.
To quit my dreams and morals,
expondents and division,
myself, and God's plan for me.
But I will carry on.
I will carry on till I'm close to tears,
but full of pride-
and the answer is clear.
And just like my life, and
just like the paper,
the next equation begins.
If I had a sunbeam
For every time you've made me laugh
I'd be lost in the golden dream
Of a summer bath.
If I had a rainbow
For every time you've made me sing
I'd have colors high and low
"Crowns" fit for a king.
If I had a song
For every time you've made me dance
I'd be singing on so long
My voice would break in half.
If I had for every time I smile Because of you a droplet of the sea
I'd have mile after mile
Of the ocean's whole entirety.
(LOL.)
Samantha - "My Reflection" is beautiful.
The Key
Flitting past flickers,
imprisoned old me
Now from this side of the bars.
Locked away in dungeons none see.
Though her memory still etches scars.
Defiantly,
Staring into her face,
clutching the prisoner's key
Remembering
I once stood in her place
As she whispers guilt and all she could be.
More ambivalent than you see.
Thoughts sensitive to touch
It can't be me that holds this key;
But who can I trust with such?
I know she cannot stay
Singing talent and potential.
Others may join the fray,
Persuasion too influential.
She plagues intended honesty
she knows my life of mystery
Because she knows my history.
She used to be me.
Now she's feeling rejected,
fury unrespected,
the tempest still reflected
in me even now.
You fashion me new raiment
Throwing out the soiled.
Never proper payment
All words are only foiled.
The burning hate
You replace
with Your own heart.
Please take all the pieces
and give me back a peace
that fills my soul.
Mold this stubborn heart
That brings me not but grief.
Pick away the poison darts,
Revitalize belief.
I'm not gonna make a new mask.
I don't wanna sculpt a new face.
I will only ask of You, Lord,
"Are there blueprints I could trace?"
Now I can't look back
The past seeks it's revenge.
Masks, infectious lies attack
Knowing my anger will singe.
Present shadows cast future dark.
Who sees what tomorrow will bring?
I can only look forward,
press to the mark,
and with His praises sing:
I give You the key,
I give You my heart
To You my loyal art
And all I am to be.
~Remaining Amari
9:29 PM
self-portrait
spires high above the cathedral
impale blue fields on iron pikes
intent on killing whats beautiful
steeped and steepled in tradition
corrupted mass and masses
rust weakening the gate
the buttresses support vaulted
arches overarching religion
christ doesnt come around here
9:38 PM
The kids are all gone and I’m about to drop
The youth room’s a mess, that floor could use a mop.
The worship rocked and the movie clip was great,
I saw 4 guests and we only got out 8 minutes late.
No parents shared their “concerns” about their youth,
Is it my job to raise them? Is this a confession booth?
I feel so worn out like I do every week,
What can I do different? What should I tweak?
Did they hear from God or did I get in the way,
Do they hear just words or make sense of what I say.
God leads me as I go and I love my life,
That’s it, I’m out the door and heading home to my wonderful wife!
10 Minutes! I started sweating a little bit the last minute or so.
Thankful for the heart that beats steadfastly for you
Thankful for your plan that rings amazingly true
Loving each moment and everything that I do
Loving everyone just like you said to
Encouraging everybody all the time
Encouraging those to turn to you in crime
My heart goes out to them who don’t know you
My heart goes out to them who shut out the truth
Praying that they’ll turn around
Praying they’ll make a joyous sound
Living everyday to according to your word
Living everyday as if you had spent the rest
No way, no how am I afraid
Of what tomorrow will bring, nor any other day.
I will take up my cross and live for him
Thanking him for what he did.
JESUS CHRIST
When he first came he knew his fate
to live in a world of cruelty and hate.
Brought into this sinnful place
knowing what he was going to face.
For all his life he would spread God's word
he would speak it aloud for by all to be heard.
But still he knew when he would die
and he knew when and he also knew why.
He would be arrested and brought to the cross
and everyone thought his death was a loss.
But me.....i'm glad he took that fall
for he washed away the sins of all.
To cleanse my sins he was sacrificed
he is my lord and savior Jesus Christ.
Driving in the Night
The rain slides under the wet wheels.
Lights pass fewer and fewer by the hour.
Nothing but the water falling from the heavens to keep our company.
Headlights from the following car is the only light that pours through our widnows now.
The heat envelopes us,
comforting us.
My fingers still wander across the ice cold window,
Seeking the wetness on the other side.
Sleep is beckoning me but I try to resist it's powerful grip.
My eyes find a sleeping body next to me.
I smile as I see my sister dreaming in peace,
Away from the terror of the modern world around us.
My eyelids are weighted and begin to fall.
As much as I struggle,
Sleep slowly overcomes.
When I awake I wish to find that the light has saved us from our endless darkness.
Mark!!! Visit my wordpress please!!!
kenyn.wordpress.com
Anyone who wants to can visit too, but I just put it up, so there isn't much done on it.
Im a Darughter higging my deperssion.
Im a sister making a good impresoin.
Im the girl sitting next to you.
Im the one asking you to care.
Your my best friend hoping youll alway be there.
This is probably more of a rap than it is a poem...so here's a beat to go with it...boom, tah, boom boom,tah :)
You’re scratchin’ ya head like a dog wit fleas
Readin’ these words fallin’ like leafs from the trees
Sayin’, “Please sir, please sir, please sir please
I don’t understand.” But real men fight on their knees.
Cause I don’t have da time for any gansta wannabe’s
I’m tryin’ to spread da Word from sea to shining seas
Feelin’ Gods’ Love on me like a strong summer breeze
Dis might hurt a little like a sting from some bees
You need to be holy no not like some swiss cheese
But strivin’ to be holy like the King of all Glories
Makin’ da devil work overtime rollin’ up his sleeves
Thinkin’ I can’t wait for when dis Christ Follower dies and leaves
Dis world is not his home, he’s been given da Kingdom keys
“We lost another to Jesus!” said da devil to his evil homies
Let’s hope dat nobody else can see what he sees
Cause hell is there for every single one of God’s enemies
You say, “I ain’t no enemy of God”, child please
If you ain’t livin’ for Him then you betta drop to your knees
There’s no second chances or time for bargain pleas
When your time is up it’s time to pay the fees
But Christ already paid the debt for those penalties
He was bruised and beaten for our iniquities
It’s a free gift for all that accepts and believes
What Jesus did by dying on da cross wit da thieves
Coming back 3 days later fulfilling all da prophecies
He’s the only way to Heaven ain’t no random entries
You don’t get in for good works or great personalities
He’s knockin’ at ya hearts’ door and He’s holding out your keys
This is two poems I wrote in 10 minutes. Both short, and both ended sooner than I expected, so instead of writing one, which took less than 4 minutes, I wrote another to make up for 10 minutes time...
Nelly:
Hey Nelly. Don't lay awake for me
I'll be here till the end
Don't write the past off just yet, Nelly
It's not time to say goodbye
Nelly, I'll find the time to pray.
Just hold on!
Nelly's love has entered eternity
And I'll be there in the end...
Work or Play?:
So what deal do I make with the Devil
To get my time back?
To play all day is hell,
Work has my back.
It may hurt when the lashes strike,
But nonetheless;
Working for God is nice,
Not playing with chess.
Dear Dad
I miss the person I once knew
Now must give you up
Focusing on something new
It’s all I know to do
Why does life crash down so hard?
Shattering at our feet
Broken shards cut sharp and deep
Who will heal these aching wounds?
Who rose up life in three?
Who sits and watches every day?
To come and sit with me
My role you were, I followed you
With all my heart I bravely loved
Yet somehow you withdrew
That awful night I can’t forget
There on the ground, so cold and wet
A rain of tears and passion flowed
There you left me
Broken
Hands pick me up, each piece collected
Strong arms become my shelter
Mystery quite unexplained
In my brokenness is purpose
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