New Poem

It's been a while, I know. Not like anybody out there is reading any of this. Still, it's cool to do. Pretty fun in fact. So, here's a poem I wrote. I was lyin' in bed thinking about how Christians seem to be so hated. Why nobody seems to care whether Christians are offended by... whatever. So, without further wasting of time...

Who are we to assume that because we answered the call, we are placed on a pedestal above the rest.
Unaffected by the flesh.
We are just as affected.
Without proper medication, we’d be just as infected.
Suffocating in our distress.
Doomed to die, just like the rest.

The word came to us in human form.
From his rightful place in deity, he chose to be torn.
Through his love for us, he saw our need.
Wrapped in a shell of frailty for the chance to plant the seed.
To sprout in our hearts an undeniable concern for our soul’s salvation which we couldn’t earn.
The word showed us a way to a victorious life, and finally taking our place in death to resolve our strife.
Then, rising above death’s stronghold,
He overcame the grave to regain complete control.

Now the call is put forth, so we’re given a choice:
Answer it or ignore his voice.
All decisions have consequences whether good or bad.
To error is human, to rebel is simply sad.
So we answered the call and were set apart.
As promised, the Word delivers unto us a new heart.

The command is simple, “be just like me.”
That is his desire, so the rest would be reached.
But many of the chosen few generated a second change of heart.
They’ve become unapproachable in addition to being set apart.
Looking down on the rest with a judging scowl.
Appearing unto them as being veiled in a self righteous cowl.
Hate the sin, love the sinner. That’s the foundation of our task.
Yet some hate the sinner. “Why,” some may ask.
Do they lack the victory, desiring the sin?
Do the rest remind them of their own personal and constant struggle within?
Reading the instruction left to us by the Word, from beginning to end,
He loved the sinner and hated the sin.

I’ve heard it said: our lives may be the only word some will ever read.
Consider the life you lead and what the reader may glean.
Loving, encouraging, empowering. Will that be the way they describe you, taking note you’re like Him?
Or will they see you directly contradict what they’ve learned as a child from Sunday school and Church hymns?
For the most part, the world will hate us, and of that we were warned.
But to be self righteous and give them reason, of evil is that born.

Thanks for readin'. 'Til next time.