So, we have been challenging everyone in our Wednesday Night service to share with us what God is doing in your life. To post your thoughts, poems, songs, ideas, pictures, etc on our blogsite. Leanne Colagio emailed the following to me in a response to that challenge
I was inspired to share after I heard a verse that was part of the new member's class this morning:
"Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with him, and he with me." -Rev 3:20.
It reminded me of a poem I had written a couple years ago while I was at CIY. I had struggled with accepting Christianity for a while before I finally understood things better, and this poem kind of was highlighting that. Here goes:
An Invitation to God's House
It took me years of knocking at His door
Before I finally stayed long enough to enter His floor.
Even though He lovingly welcomed me in,
I was held back, ashamed of my sin.
So after all those years, the time had come.
I finally entered the home I'd been running from.
I awkwardly took a step and entered His abode.
But getting comfortable seemed too full of a load.
"Come on in and please take a seat."
But I am too stiff--we did just meet.
Instead, I take a look around,
My feet cautiously moving along the ground.
My heart is yearning to be a part of what I see.
As I look at pictures of His huge family.
The walls seem endless, covered with faces
From all different walks, all different places.
I was absorbed until while walking by,
One little frame caught my eye.
It was empty, waiting to be pared with a face.
"Who is that for?" It seemed out of place.
"That's for a special person who is still unsure,
Who took years to finally enter my door.
That is for whenever she decides what's true.
That my dear, is my place for you."
Thanks, Leanne. And to everyone else, the challenge remains: Let us know what God is doing in your life. God Bless.
13 hours ago
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I pretty much think that poem is amazing.
Pretty much. :)
So, I recently sent this in, and got it published...and entered in a contest for a scholarship...and I likes it. so I think I'll post it now for everyone to read.
It Swirls and It Twirls
By Amber King
I watch swirls and twirls twist ribbons around bushes.
While the dandelions dance across weeds forming oceans.
The sun no longer shines, in a valley so low and dreary.
Only clouds of angst fill the air with their sweet summer smelling.
And as the tides rip through the somber fields of green,
The tiny yellow birds continually sing.
Through treacherous winds, and sickening screams,
The earth trembles with quivers and earthquake like things.
The sky filled with light, and a rapturous glow,
As the blue is overtaken and ripped to be sewn.
And now as creation begins to tremble and squeal,
A God so very loving steps down into the hills.
As light floods the valley, the weeds quickly lose their glow,
The clouds drift away, as if told by Him to go.
The rivers of green then begin to bloom;
All the while the sweet dandelion sways and it swoons.
He steps to the bushes, so tormented with thorns,
And carefully retrieves the ribbons, so dainty and worn.
All of creation now settles, with His beauty to praise.
And God dreams of a world, where He and His children can stay.
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