Christ

Desperate

Submitted by Kyleigh on Thu, 11/18/2010 - 14:08

{written after studying Psalm 81}

We shall all fall.

We are all to die, because of our treason.
I look about me. They are all placid; they do not understand.
I shake one, then another.

“Do you not understand?” I cry. “I am doomed! You are doomed! We shall all die! We must get out, get free, get forgiveness!”

Compass

Submitted by Mairead on Wed, 08/18/2010 - 14:20

four arrows
pointing to
the direction of grace
the way of truth

as a compass

black lines
spinning
the letters smeared
it fills with your tears

you are

becoming lost
becoming rash
losing purity
living your past

look to

Him who saves
with black around
the sky
He conquered your lies

glorious

from east to west
He covered
you and your mess
for you He suffered

undone

your failure

The Call To Serve My Love

Submitted by Mairead on Tue, 04/13/2010 - 15:10

I take the step
to answer yes
I give my all
I give myself
I offer
my prayer of hope
I place it all upon
your throne

and I am on my knees
I'm yearning and praying
with self sacrifice
tears of sorrow on my face
a smile of joy cannot erase
I die
proving life

a covering
across my chest
a servants garb
does not impress
mirroring humility
strings holding
my memory
forever

and I am on my knees
I'm breaking and praying

A Simple Poem

Submitted by Ezra on Mon, 02/18/2008 - 18:17

Desperation – desperation calls;
And I, a thief, respond,
Forgetting him who watches all,
I steal and despond.

I steal – I take from those I love,
From those I hate as well,
And then the watchman caches up;
I hear my own death knell.

I hear my death and then I see
Two beams of wood brought by,
And crossed to form my own death tree -
And I in sorrow cry.

I cry, but then, on looking up,
I see another come,
Whose brow by many thorns is cut:
My Lord – my God’s own son

Slain

Submitted by Gary on Tue, 06/19/2007 - 19:15

Slain

Shatters of the Conscience,
the broken splintered sort
The creaking moaning anguish,
that froze my barren heart
Why does silence shatter,
the Ice that tasted sweet?
The coldest forms of "Wisdom",
that "wisdom" brought defeat
Warmth erased the selfish lies,
on the thick and lifeless slate
The harmful words of mine,
put on hateful waste
The sinful kind of sadness,
that tastes painfully sweet
Explodes to silent screaming,
of Love that shakes with heat