Deep in church,
that moment when
you realize:
Your heart is so filled
with frustration
and anger
and I-wanna-pull-my-hair-out!
toward the world
and those who might disagree
with you
that you forget
to love Jesus Christ
and you forget
to love others
and you forget
to share His love
with others.
How awesome to know/
that, in some way, we are all/
broken, but He heals.
“My peace I give you.”/
Being alone in His world/
opens His love gifts.
I stand, trying to/
give up my sin, alone. I/
should give it to Him.
Today I turn to/
increasing light, seeking a/
kingdom with no bounds.*
OR
*unbounded.
A friend said she was concerned that, although she wanted to do good, she was not, and would never be, “good enough”. (See the previous poem: “Making up the Difference”.) I responded that none of us are “good enough”, but …
With Jesus’s help,/
we can all be good enough/
and rise to glory.
Or
… rise to greatness.
Nobody is good/
enough. We all fall short. That’s/
what Jesus is for.
There are many who have done
far worse things
than I have,
who have lived lives
unbecoming of what they should be,
who falsify what
they say they represent,
who are punished less than me.
They don’t care.
When I stand before the great bar,
with my mistakes,
and my sins,
and my lies,
and all the things that I’ve done wrong,
those wrongs which I have tried
so hard
to admit,
acknowledge
accept
and repent of,
will He who is
the great Judge of all look upon me
more kindly
and with more mercy
than He looks at them?
I don’t care.
If you look for good/
or bad reasons to stay or/
leave, they will appear.
Wer Suchet, Der Findet — He who searches, finds. (German quote of Jesus in the Bible)
With all the voices /
in your head, make sure you can,/
at last, still hear Him.