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Monday, December 12, 2005
I'm a poet? (maybe not)
What can I say in half-ass prose
of Christ who came to save our souls?
He came on down from heaven's glory
became a part of humans' story
He saw a world enslaved to grief
and brought joy through mere belief
His heart burned with reckless love
He became flesh from God above
He taught us how to live life best
To change the broken lives we've messed
He came to reach out to the low
they're the ones who made Him go
To a cross is where He went
His blood on us is what he spent
Now God and man have been restored
Through the suffering of our Lord
But in the grave he wouldn't wait
Death had no hold on one so great
What can I say of love so true?
I'll love him back and you should too
Thank you Christ for coming here
For bringing God to us so near
Thank you Jesus Saviour, friend
With you we'll spend life without end
of Christ who came to save our souls?
He came on down from heaven's glory
became a part of humans' story
He saw a world enslaved to grief
and brought joy through mere belief
His heart burned with reckless love
He became flesh from God above
He taught us how to live life best
To change the broken lives we've messed
He came to reach out to the low
they're the ones who made Him go
To a cross is where He went
His blood on us is what he spent
Now God and man have been restored
Through the suffering of our Lord
But in the grave he wouldn't wait
Death had no hold on one so great
What can I say of love so true?
I'll love him back and you should too
Thank you Christ for coming here
For bringing God to us so near
Thank you Jesus Saviour, friend
With you we'll spend life without end
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Anyways, cool.
You feelin' the poet's itch right now? Two poetry postings in a row!
It would appear that I am indeed feeling the poet's itch. I just came across an article on poetry at Christianity Today with a cool quote from Eugene Petersen:
It has always seemed to me that pastors, who have so much to do with words, should be more fond of poets than they are. It surprises me when pastor friends are indifferent or hostile to poets. More than half of our Scriptures were written by poets. If the form in which something comes to us is significant—and it is—then poetry and poets are a force to be reckoned with.
I just know that there's something about poetry that's suprarational, just like God is. So yeah, I'm getting stirred that way a bit. I'm no poet, but maybe I should be...
I love writing poetry, I did it all the time in highschool because I found it was a great way to express myself.
I was really impressed when I could make it all rhym. Nicely done.
:)
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