This poem is for anyone dealing with a troubled spirit – depression, addiction, anger, fear, confusion or some other unnamed source.
You may think you’re going through it alone, but you’re not…your actions affect the reactions of others.
Most importantly, you don’t have to go through it alone. Jesus is waiting to carry your load. He will carry you through.
Ask the Savior to help you. Surrender, trust, and believe.
Wasted
It is not your intention
to disrupt them,
But there is something unspeakable
in the air.
It is their intention
to draw the line,
to mask their love
with a persona
that doesn’t care.
And so they cry,
but only inside.
And you’ll never know
how much they love you.
So
You continue your path,
destructive, full of wrath.
Not knowing
how much reaping
you must sow.
But you do know
you can not slay your demons alone.
You can’t denounce them
without the blood shed by Christ.
Still your utterances are countless
and of useless meaning.
You pray heartless prayers
that will not suffice.
And so you suffer,
rebellious and hurt.
But it is not a solitary pain.
For those who love you,
it is contagious,
and they suffer
again
and again.
Don’t let the day come
when God’s voice becomes silent,
when He is no more knocking on your door.
For if that should happen,
you will have strayed too far,
and a life – your life –
will be wasted
for evermore…
© 2012
