Untitled Poem

I wrote this March/April of 2008, I was really upset with how all my efforts to serve God seemed so futile. This poem was written because I needed encouragement in my walk with Christ and wasn't finding. I thought about what I would tell someone who needed the kind of help I needed and this is what happened. It get's kind of preachy here and there.

Hope was not attained by one, so I
Dropped to my knees, I became his son.
Please become his lovely daughter,
A truly righteous and beautiful follower.
Answers come to those who seek,
Humble your heart and become meek.
We want these things we should not have,
Submit your desires fully to his plan.

Holiness sought is holiness gained
give to Him all your pain
put it in a box
at the foot of the cross... and leave it there.

If pain is something that's entangled
cut it out, so you're not strangled
to death,
take in His life-giving breath.

Cut out the branches of that deceitful vine,
throw them in the fire and leave them behind.

Jesus Said,

"I am the True Vine and you are the branches",
so I'll praise him with shouts and praise with dances.

Be fruitful and grow
or to the fire you will go.



Special Note: The 'lovely daughter' line was not about any woman in particular.