A Simple Poem

A Poem By Ezra // 2/18/2008

Desperation – desperation calls;
And I, a thief, respond,
Forgetting him who watches all,
I steal and despond.

I steal – I take from those I love,
From those I hate as well,
And then the watchman caches up;
I hear my own death knell.

I hear my death and then I see
Two beams of wood brought by,
And crossed to form my own death tree -
And I in sorrow cry.

I cry, but then, on looking up,
I see another come,
Whose brow by many thorns is cut:
My Lord – my God’s own son

“My Lord, you cannot take my tree,”
I say twixt stubborn cries
My Lord, he only looks at me
With kind and silent eyes

And then, without a word, he takes
Away my deathly load
And quietly, in agony
He travels Calvary’s road

And so I stand today before
The very throne of God
And doubt not for the things I stole
But rest in Jesus’ blood

Comments

Very meaningful

Hey Ezra,

I think this is the most deep and meaningful poem ,of yours, that I have read.


Serving Him,

Nathanaelâ€

Nathanael | Tue, 02/19/2008

We are waiting for the long-promised invasion.
So are the fishes. ~ Winston Churchill

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By the way, nice uniform. hehehe



Serving Him,

Nathanaelâ€

Nathanael | Tue, 02/19/2008

We are waiting for the long-promised invasion.
So are the fishes. ~ Winston Churchill

Wow

This is really good

Tamerah | Tue, 02/19/2008

your poem...

Ezra,
I really appreciate this poem. The way in which you explained salvation and redemption is beautiful and simple. Keep writing. :)

Brianna | Wed, 02/20/2008

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"We have been created for greater things. Why stoop down to things that will spoil the beauty of our hearts?" ~Mother Theresa