This poem is about personal struggle in the Christian life. Jesus said that when we hate someone we murder them in our heart and I referenced that in this poem and some other Scriptures as well. It is one of my newest poems. I have many so let me know what you like to read!
Trying to keep my thoughts on a Christian train and my additude positive, my faith is to my gain.
Working for my good and I work for His, together with God and alive within
Yes, I never wane, but it is a fragile state I maintain.
I feel like the filament in a bulb, sandwiched between two currents and lighting up as a result.
I shake when it stops, then wait drained, weary of when this place will zap me again.
Overwhelming friction at all sides, I am beside myself trying to survive.
Ignoring my anger, subsiding my pain, I talk myself into being ok.
More then anything, I want to be real.
I want to really be who I portray.
In a world where it's so easy to be fake, I want to on every level be, this new person God has made.
That's why it is so disappointing when I break.
When I yell and curse and murder you again.
Hate plunges so deep in the vein.
When people hurt you, you have to overcome the vengeful urge and instead turn to God's Word.
Please don't touch me, just leave me undisturbed.
Anymore variables and this concoction could overflow.
Like an open floodgate of tears pouring out on the floor.
The joy of the Lord is my strength and without Him, I would surely break.
I look into my baby's newly born face and I see God's love, then know it will be ok.
I gently kiss her head, making sure I don't miss one place and I feel my heart filled to the point it could break
To think, God’s love is greater then this!
Deeper then the ocean and purer then gold
God’s secrets haven’t even begun to be told
Life is more precious then we think
Jesus showed us we were worth His life, at Calvary
©2012JulieEverson
Trying to keep my thoughts on a Christian train and my additude positive, my faith is to my gain.
Working for my good and I work for His, together with God and alive within
Yes, I never wane, but it is a fragile state I maintain.
I feel like the filament in a bulb, sandwiched between two currents and lighting up as a result.
I shake when it stops, then wait drained, weary of when this place will zap me again.
Overwhelming friction at all sides, I am beside myself trying to survive.
Ignoring my anger, subsiding my pain, I talk myself into being ok.
More then anything, I want to be real.
I want to really be who I portray.
In a world where it's so easy to be fake, I want to on every level be, this new person God has made.
That's why it is so disappointing when I break.
When I yell and curse and murder you again.
Hate plunges so deep in the vein.
When people hurt you, you have to overcome the vengeful urge and instead turn to God's Word.
Please don't touch me, just leave me undisturbed.
Anymore variables and this concoction could overflow.
Like an open floodgate of tears pouring out on the floor.
The joy of the Lord is my strength and without Him, I would surely break.
I look into my baby's newly born face and I see God's love, then know it will be ok.
I gently kiss her head, making sure I don't miss one place and I feel my heart filled to the point it could break
To think, God’s love is greater then this!
Deeper then the ocean and purer then gold
God’s secrets haven’t even begun to be told
Life is more precious then we think
Jesus showed us we were worth His life, at Calvary
©2012JulieEverson
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