Molded to ChristA Poem by mmrom517I often feel pushed & pulled by certain people around me to be & do what isn't who I believe I am meant to be & do. I'm definitely a very beginning poet, only writing poems very rarely when inspired.I strived to fit into their mold By putting my true self on hold. In turn, my heart toward God went cold.
Though bodily I did abide Their expectations, by heart cried: “What if the best of me has died?!”
Throughout that time they lent no ear, They gave no hug, they cried no tear. I felt them least when they came near.
Anew I prayed, then turned my head In shame from Christ, whose love I fled. He looked at me and softly said:
“My love for you will always be, So may you always come to Me To set your burdened spirit free.
“And then, My perfect, holy light May shine through you my glory bright To break the curse of sin’s black night.”
Though I’m so blessed, I feel distress; At times I doubt my giftedness" Which makes me see myself as less.
It’s Satan’s lie that I am poor, But deep down, at my very core I know that I was made to soar.
And always by my side, my mate Is there to help me validate Where, in God’s eyes, I truly rate.
The world still tries to grab a hold And pull me back into its mold. But thank God and my wife I’m bold To rest in their love, and behold The beauty that is heaven’s gold. © 2012 mmrom517Author's Note
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StatsAuthormmrom517Denton, TXAboutI'm an on again, off again writer who wants to join a community of writers so I can finally get moving forward. I'm married, with a stepson, and I've lived in Texas since 2006. I pray my words may ble.. more..Writing
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