Don’t throw it all away …
So you’ve messed up,
You’ve screwed up —
Keep your head up.
Don’t throw it all away …
In your anger, in your pride,
Don’t allow the pain inside
The truth to override.
Don’t throw it all away …
Life’s too precious,
Infectious;
God’s perfecting us.
Don’t throw it all away …
God still loves you,
He’ll protect you;
Don’t listen to what others say.
The backbiters,
The infighters,
The naysayers,
The faith slayers.
Don’t listen to the “no” sayers.
It’s not up to them or you.
Surely God’s word is true.
Don’t believe lies
And don’t compromise.
The fact that He loves you,
The truth that He died for you,
His heart surely burns for you,
You must let Him live in you.
False Enemy
[I thought I should explain how this poem was inspired. I watched a documentary about the real story that the book “The Hunt for Red October” is based on. See http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mh0N3iG-7Uc . In the true story, a Russian naval officer is disillusioned by the way Communism had played out in reality (although he was still a Communist). He tried to start a revolution to bring back Communism to it’s ideal (helping the common people). The documentary also portrayed the Cold War in an interesting way. I thought about all the hopes and dreams of people from very different backgrounds. Then my mind jumped to other differences, like Protestant and Catholic, “conservative” and “liberal”, etc., and I thought, “I wonder if we are all wrong about each other?” Not too say there are not good reasons for the differences and conflicts, only that each person in his heart has a dream that we need to listen to.]
I thought you were my enemy
But someone had told me lies about you,
And so it seems,
Someone had told you lies about me.
We went around in a fog of falsehood
That seemed so normal
Because the fog was constantly around us.
Then the light
Began to break through
For me, for you.
The mist still mystifies
But it’s getting thinner.
Slowly the sun’s light
Is burning through.
Are we just relating
To ideas of each other
Or who we really are?
If I could see
With eyes divine
I would not believe a lie.
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