The Problem, the Solution, and the Battle Cry

This poem was a tad… convicting for me, in a way. You’ll understand as you read it but let me explain a bit.

I began writing it in a very aggravated mood. I was tired of watching ‘Christians’ act just like the world. Something had finally reached deep and hit a point of aggravation in me that I had to say something. But I decided it would be too rude to say something directly to the person. Besides, I don’t really know where they stand, only God does.

So instead I decided to write this, to get my feelings out some how. Still, my mood was not too kind to that person. As I was writing the first paragraph, God kinda tapped me and said, “Hey, they’re just deceived.” Ouch.

This caused me to change course. I was reminded of their blindness. I was reminded of God’s overwhelming love for them, and His longing for them to just come to His embrace. My heart broke for them, so I wrote the second paragraph.

Then my aggravation returned, but in a different way. In fact, it was more like a burning anger.  At the Devil. I’m quite frankly sick of him. Sick of the lies he feeds my generation, sick of the scales he blinds them with. Very, very sick of the Devil. So I just wanted to yell at him a bit, and remind him he’s got no hold. Remind him that 1 Peter 2:9 says we’re a chosen people, a holy nation, and God’s very own possession.

Now you may read it :)

 

I stand and watch in dismay,

as our whole word fades to gray.

You call yourselves Christians,

but really what’s the difference?

You’re all the same, you and they.

How can you let convictions decay?

You’re nothing different,

you’re a fake represent.

You wonder why you can’t get them saved.

Its because you don’t have what they crave.

A longing for love and more,

that’s what this generation implores.

I’m torn to shame when I look around,

my fellow peers are nothing to renown.

But I’m shred to tears

as I look, just once more.

Because even you, a fake and disgrace,

are just deceived, looking for embrace.

 

One foot in, one foot out;

you speak our language,

but still you’re in doubt.

You’re a chosen one,

that can not be undone.

His voice is calling you,

“Come, come pursue.”

Deeper, deeper, go now.

There you’ll find a vow,

that His love is real,

strong as steel.

 

Rise above this mediocrity,

run to what He’s made you to be.

Talent so raw, I can’t stand the waste.

Devil I demand, you must release your embrace.

No longer will they be blind,

to their own shallow minds.

A generation is about to rise,

without shame we’ll love all lives.

Darkness has no hold,

for you, Satan, we are too bold.

We’ll conquer your lies,

no longer can you undermine.

We’re strong in will,

and we’re sick of your rule.

You have no choice but to turn tail.

Through us, God’s kingdom will prevail.