and as the brilliant yellow m&m says in that one amazing commercial with all the passing out..."[s]he does exist!"
i thought tonight i would share a poem. i think it's soooo frickin' funny that online i can call it a poem- but out loud, it must be a song...or just something i wrote...poetry sounds so...something to me. like i have feelings or some such thing. (i think ive said this shiz before so one with my blahblahblahing)
now- dont hold me to this, it's probably not at all accurate...and on the one hand i get that it's not up to me, or about me...it's all jesus...but, seriously...this is where im at...
their blood is on my hands.
i chose that fate
when i decided to be shamed before the world
by picking up my cross
to be crucified next to You.
"their sin is My sin.
their pain, My pain.
their death, My death."
but then You turned around and conquered death
so that we all might Live.
i've yet to conquer death.
i face it every day.
i hear about children dying,
i see their faces in my head.
am i still alive
so that they may have the chance to live?
and what if i don't want to be the one
who is held responsible in the end?
when You say
"I was hungry, naked and exposed"
why can't i say
"i didn't see You.
i gave my ten percent.
i donated to charity.
i was a good person.
i Lived a good Life..."
why do i feel that in order for You to eat,
somedays i must go hungry?
for You to be clothed,
somedays i will be naked?
for You to be sheltered,
somedays i will be exposed?
i'm excited, though.
about when i'm called to account.
i want to see a sea
of faces
that are there because i chose to die.
i want our final place of eternal worship
to be crowded with the Living.
i don't want to face a roomful
of too-soon dead.
my blood is on Your hands.
my cross is on my back.
let's go ahead and get this done.
the pain, the humiliation
because i just want to Live.
i'm dying to Live-
so that others might also Live.
...okay...so it's a work in progress. i doubt i'll do anything to change it...but hey, whatever. it is what it is as with most things i do...
i thought tonight i would share a poem. i think it's soooo frickin' funny that online i can call it a poem- but out loud, it must be a song...or just something i wrote...poetry sounds so...something to me. like i have feelings or some such thing. (i think ive said this shiz before so one with my blahblahblahing)
now- dont hold me to this, it's probably not at all accurate...and on the one hand i get that it's not up to me, or about me...it's all jesus...but, seriously...this is where im at...
their blood is on my hands.
i chose that fate
when i decided to be shamed before the world
by picking up my cross
to be crucified next to You.
"their sin is My sin.
their pain, My pain.
their death, My death."
but then You turned around and conquered death
so that we all might Live.
i've yet to conquer death.
i face it every day.
i hear about children dying,
i see their faces in my head.
am i still alive
so that they may have the chance to live?
and what if i don't want to be the one
who is held responsible in the end?
when You say
"I was hungry, naked and exposed"
why can't i say
"i didn't see You.
i gave my ten percent.
i donated to charity.
i was a good person.
i Lived a good Life..."
why do i feel that in order for You to eat,
somedays i must go hungry?
for You to be clothed,
somedays i will be naked?
for You to be sheltered,
somedays i will be exposed?
i'm excited, though.
about when i'm called to account.
i want to see a sea
of faces
that are there because i chose to die.
i want our final place of eternal worship
to be crowded with the Living.
i don't want to face a roomful
of too-soon dead.
my blood is on Your hands.
my cross is on my back.
let's go ahead and get this done.
the pain, the humiliation
because i just want to Live.
i'm dying to Live-
so that others might also Live.
...okay...so it's a work in progress. i doubt i'll do anything to change it...but hey, whatever. it is what it is as with most things i do...
posted by YOU DONT KNOW MEEEeeee @ 7:08 PM
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