Armor

With this poem, I tried rhyming for the first time in years. I'm afraid it made it too cheesy, but that's no reason to avoid sharing what God has done for me.

Armor

For so long, I stared at Your armor.
A suit of it strewn across my floor
Or standing in the corner to gather dust
Or soaked in my tears and covered in rust.

Only when conflict raged could I have known.
I had to see only what You could have shown.
I finally heard the Truth only You told.
I stopped trying to lift a sword I could never hold.

Your armor now fully covers me.
It moves and fits so perfectly.
You made it to protect me in a war You will fight.
You made it from the blood you shed and pure light.

I have stained this suit with sins for which I could never atone.
Yet You share with me a victory that is all your own.
I know that in this fray You are the only constant.
You are everything that makes me content.

I pray now that You shine the steel.
Let the metal reflect the battle scars You heal.
Let me not settle for this world's stalemate.
Let me show that only Your love can satisfy and animate.

Gravity

I wrote this in two poems and I've decided to put them together since I was told that they make more sense as one. I'm not really sure what the title should be now though. I'll probably stick with "Gravity."

Gravity

The core of this Earth pulls.
So hard, it pulls me back
To a world based on nothing
But selfishness and aimlessness.
It's allure is deceptive
And I am so easily baited.
I cling desperately to the ground
When You have made me for the sky.
With You, in You, by You I am lifted.
My toes no longer grip the dirt and roots.
I am drenched in love but light enough for flight.
You have conquered gravity.

Gravity still tugs but no longer has control.
We are midair, and I can't help but look.
Just one glance back to Earth is all
But that's all it takes to start trembling.
One glance to lose sight, to lose focus
And at once I have forgotten You.
I let go of Your sturdy hand
But Your grip is tighter than mine.
In this time when I'm looking back,
When my back and head are turned
My feet still dangle, never touching ground.
I can't even see Your arms.
They're wrapped around my weak soul.
You set my path further upward
And guide me to it with Your patience.
You carry me when I don't even know.

Prayer for Fire

Prayer for Fire


Raise my eyes.
Rip this wretched selfishness from them.
Raise my eyes to You
And strip them of deadly desire.
Rid my heart of this burning want.
Fill my chest with You, only You.
Light Your fire to remind me
This world is not my home.
This life is not my own.
I cling to both,
Desperate and pathetic,
In hopeless frenzy and Hellish pursuit.
Burn them down
With a fire only You can light
And from the ashes will rise true peace.
True love.

Shower

I wrote this poem over two years ago and I'm not sure that I knew exactly what I was feeling at the time, but rereading it now, I can relate it recent developments in my life (such as salvation) in a whole new way.

Shower


To be numb
To feel dead
You shall say
Welcome to the real world
No
No this is my world
And it is not real
It is precious time
That is not mine
That will never be mine
Except this moment
When i greet the steam
And feel the hot rain
Cascade down my body
All around me
And pray my sweet cliche
"Let it wash away
God, let it wash away"
Because nothing is right
Nothing is as it should be
"God, wash it away"
I am nude
In every sense of the word
"Wash it away"
Let it be easy just for once.
Now it doesn't feel as much like crying.
Now it's just water
Swimming down my face
With the hot rain
"Please,
Please, let it wash away."