Feelings, a poem

feelings

Life is more than what you feel

The ups and downs, the pain so real

Happiness but for a moment

Sadness, wearying, beyond our knowing

Feelings make us want to fly

Or want to kiss the world goodbye

Feelings shape the way we see

Make us do things differently

But feelings are not everything

Only echoes of what life brings

Remembrances of days gone by

Kept in our hearts, not in our minds

So embrace the feelings from your heart

But don’t let them tear you apart

Cherish the humanity that they give

And remember that life is how you live

Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. (Proverbs 3:5)

-christrocks

Follow Me, a poem

Mountain trail

Follow Me, I’ll be your Guide

Through valley floors and mountainsides.

When life is up, I’m there, you know,

But when things are down, you’re still not alone.

Life will pull you left and right,

Leave you wounded, but deep inside

I’ll heal your wounds and mend your scars

And leave you stronger after all.

And when the path is hard to see,

Just hold my hand and follow Me.

You might stumble and you might fall,

But I’ll lift you up, and you’ll stand tall.

When you’re weary and can’t decide

Which path to take–which one is right?

I’ll light your path, if you take heed.

Just listen well and follow Me.

If you stay close by my side,

I will not promise an easy ride.

Instead, a path to better things,

And to the joy that I will bring.

While on the journey you will not see

What is to come and what will be.

But when you reach the other side,

You’ll see all that I had in mind.

 So if you’re willing to trust my plan,

To finish the story that I began,

Take the plunge, be all you can be,

Take my hand, and follow Me.

-christrocks

A Christmas Poem

snow on a branch

How does one write a Christmas poem?

Oh, where shall I start?

‘Tis not the day but ’tis the season

For some Christmas thoughts.

Should I wish to remind of you

Of presents you’ve yet to buy,

I could write of gifts and Santa Claus

Of stockings and trees I would sigh.

Or perhaps you would rather I write of the songs

We sing this time of year.

“Jingle Bells” and “Silent Night”

And others we hold so dear.

Maybe you wish I’d write nothing at all

And ignore Christmas day altogether.

“Happy Holidays!” I would cheerfully say

And then we could talk of the weather.

But if I wish to remind you of a more beautiful thing

Than gifts and trees and toys,

I would speak of a night, cold and clear,

A night that we think of with joy.

For on that night a life began,

That life could be ours in abundance.

A gift held close and ever so dear

By those with arms open to receive it.

I write to remind you not to wait till Christmas day

To bring praise to our God and King,

But to begin on this day to give thanks and to pray

And to bring Him an offering of love.

If we wait for one day to profess all our thanks,

We’re really missing the point.

God longs to hear us on the tenth and the fourth

As well as the twenty-fifth.

So take a moment to stop and pray

And thank Him for what He’s done.

The life He’s given, the debt He’s paid

Should be sung of more than one day alone.

-christrocks

Dreams, a poem

I awoke within a dream

And found myself inside what seemed

A world of chaos, out of control

But, simultaneously, peaceful

Carried along by strange events

That I thought made sense, nonetheless

I seemed to be in charge of all

Yet my actions would not heed my call

When, at long last, the morning came

Everything seemed just the same

Carried along on the waves of life

“I’m easy-going,” said I, “and take things in stride.”

But excuses hide not reality

I fall so short of what I might be

And allow myself to be swayed

By anything the world might say

Perhaps tomorrow I’ll take a stand

Make my own choices, be a man

Or else I might just go to bed

And dream of the life I might have led

Sofie the kitten takes a nap.

Cats… sleep… I couldn’t resist. 🙂

Don’t copy the behavior and customs of this world, but let God transform you into a new person by changing the way you think. Then you will learn to know God’s will for you, which is good and pleasing and perfect. (Romans 12:2)

-christrocks

Raindrops, a poem

water

Raindrops, inside my soul

Spilling over my eyes

But how could you know

That I see the world in shades of gray

Must keep this pain inside

But maybe it’s too late

Prisoner, to my own past

Can’t let go, can’t move on

I keep going back

To that place where pain is just too real

Don’t want to stay this way

But it’s all I can feel

Tell me, where is hope

For a soul such as me

With nowhere to go

I feel the pain of my past life

It’s all too dark

There’s no room for light

Truth is, there’s still a chance

To let go, to break free

At last I might advance

From this world of pain, so without light

There’s a hand stretched out

To give me hope tonight

Jesus, is all I need

To step out of the dark

To finally be free

Now the pain is left in yesterday

I’m finally moving on

So this is what I’ll say:

If you, feel the same as me

Trapped inside of your past

There’s a way to be free

Just call upon the Name that’s true

Lift up your empty hands

He won’t abandon you

There are days, that feel so dark

But no pain can defeat

What He did on the cross

So take a breath and say a prayer

No matter what may come

He will always be there

Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God. (Psalm 42:11)

-christrocks

His, a poem

Hi everyone! Happy 4th! I thought that in honor of this day, I would write a poem on the liberty found in Christ. Enjoy!

cross

There is a King

Who set me free

Gave me life

For eternity

Now I am His

There is a voice

I’ve come to know

He calls me out of

Valleys low

Now I am His

I was lost

In sin and shame

Until He came

And called my name

Now I am His

He brought life

To my hurting soul

He brought peace

This I know

That I am His

The chains that

Held me tight

Are broken

In His light

Now I am His

And He calls me

To tell the world

Unashamed

For I know

That I am His

So come to Him

His arms are open

Come to Him

All hearts so broken

And become His

And you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free. (John 8:32)

-christrocks

The True You

Why do you hide

Yourself within

Layers of what you’re

“Supposed to be”

Till all I see is

False, untrue

And I no longer see

The true you

You have good intentions

To be yourself

But fear of embarrassment

Always wins out

But never forget

That God made you

He made a you

That’s real, that’s true

Not a copy of someone else

But an original, unique

person–yourself!

Christ didn’t die

So you could be

A person confined

By all this pretending

He gave His life

So you could be

As He made you:

Loved and free!

Be the true you

And let the world see

The person God always

Intended you to be

Well, I hadn’t meant for that to go on so long! It kind of poured out, I supposed. This has been on my mind a lot lately. So often we’re afraid of what other people think. Afraid to the point that we hide who we are and try to act like everybody else. We’ve all done it. We all just want to fit in. No one wants to be embarrassed, laughed at, hurt, ignored. And we have decided that the way to avoid that is to be like everyone else.

But why? Even as I understand it, I can’t… well, understand it. God has made each of us beautiful, unique. Despite our fallen state, we are still His beloved creation. And when we hide who we really are, we miss out on the opportunity to be what He meant us to be.

As I say all this, I feel the need to point out that I’m not saying we shouldn’t care what other people think at all. We should. We should always be courteous and thoughtful of others. We should not, however, become so wrapped up in what other people think of us that it keeps us from being ourselves.

Helen Keller via Wikipedia

Helen Keller via Wikipedia

I’ve been reading The Story of My Life by Helen Keller (with additional accounts by her teacher and their assistant). It’s an absolutely beautiful story. One passage that I read about a week ago stuck with me (to my frustration, I have been unable to find it again; so note that the following is purely from memory). It spoke of Helen’s gracefulness and her carefree spirit. Her teacher, Anne Sullivan, commented that it was a result of her not being aware of any need to worry about people watching her, judging her. She was free from that burden and was able to truly be herself. Reflecting what I said above, this didn’t mean that she was unconcerned with other people. From what I can gather from the book, she was very sweet and compassionate.

Anyway, that passage struck me and has stayed on my mind. To be honest, it left me rather envious of her ability to be totally free of the worry of what other people were thinking of her. There is no switch, unfortunately, that can cause us to stop being so self-conscious. It would better be described as a process–one that, I assure you, I have not yet mastered. I think that, the closer you grow in your relationship with God, the better you are able to leave behind the weight of self-consciousness. As we come to know Him better, we realize more and more how much He loves us exactly the way we are. He sees us made pure through Jesus, and He continually tells us that we don’t need to make ourselves different just to please others. This isn’t to say that we shouldn’t try to change at all; much of growing in our relationship with Him involves putting off bad habits and overcoming sin.

to put off your old self, which belongs to your former manner of life and is corrupt through deceitful desires, and to be renewed in the spirit of your minds, and to put on the new self, created after the likeness of God in true righteousness and holiness. (Ephesians 4:22-24)

I would just like to encourage you today to be who you are. To realize that God has known you and loved you since before the creation of the world. To know that ultimately, it is not what other people think but what God thinks that matters. To rest in the knowledge that you never have to pretend to be someone you’re not.

Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will. (Romans 12:2)

God loves you just as you are. He always has. And He always will.

-christrocks

(Note: I want to point out that the song above is directed more towards girls and addresses the pressure to meet society’s standard of “beauty”, but it still applies to this post. It’s a wonderful song; the bridge is especially powerful.)