An Untitled Poem

I spent the last year or so on a blog hiatus. Not intentionally, just not intentionally blogging. So much has happened…far too much for a post. Suffice it to say Jessica, Taylor, and I are safely and securely settled in North Atlanta. We are working, living in a wonderful neighborhood. We are volunteering at a local church. Roswell Community Church We are being stretched and challenged and are growing and learning. We are settling in to our new phase of life and finding rest, peace, and joy and most of all Christ.

I am not a literature buff by any stretch, nor am I a poet, but one challenge I encountered at our church’s Men’s Retreat recently was to connect with God in a unique way. So I read and reflected and wrote a poem. It is reflective of what Christ has been doing and trying to do inside of me since I became a Christian, but I’ve only begun to come to grips with it. Please enjoy.

Who am I

     that I might see

All the greatness

     thou are for me

Adam’s sin

     and failure wrought

As my own

     my Savior bought

On the cross

     His lifeless breath

Hung my guilt

     an innocent’s death

My sins; My sin

     powerful constrains

His life; His death

     my promise remains

Behold His face

     transforming eye

Beneath His might

     my trembling cry

He enters in 

     with sword and pain

With ferocious love

     yield life again

Tearing through

     what I thought I need

Vanquished foe

     my heart to bleed

With tender mercy

     I had never known

To my beating heart    

     He sows His own