Tuesday, July 26

A Poem

The Song of a Garden, the Scream of a Snake.

When God made the world He made a garden first.
He made it amidst 4 rivers, so she would know no thirst.
God placed a man and a woman to rule over the beautiful terrain,
His commands were simple; yet broken for their own gain.

When God made people He made them perfectly.
Man and woman got along in complete harmony.
It's not that way anymore, and that is obvious to most.
People lie and people hate, and in God they do not boast.
There are weeds in people's garden, somethings very wrong.
The world is so confused and hateful, she can't sing His song.

God made us to be beautiful. He made us to be like Him.
Yet it was also in His plan, for the world to grow very dim.
For whatever purpose, He chosen to glorify Himself through
Sending His Son to redeem His people, and do what we couldn't do.

People are all very different, each in their own way.
But there is something the same in each person's life today.
We all will be angered, and we will all fail.
There will be disappointment and heartache in each person's tale.

In innocent worship, God's garden was like a peaceful dream.
The song that was once sung on earth, has become a wrenching scream.
The scream is heard in silence when the unwanted "tissue" dies.
The scream is watched on a soldiers face as he says his last good-byes.
This scream of evil and of death to our God is not unknown.
When Christ was slain His scream was felt. But He was truly alone.

To believe that troubles come for a purpose, and not just by mistake
is to see the beauty in a garden, and not yield to the snake.
The scream of our world is piercing, and often times may overwhelm.
But our Holy King is risen, and He has all power in every realm.

He, HE has called His people to bless Him, to hear His song and sing.
God has remade us, and we are beautiful, our offering we shall bring.
Each day is not to be lived to pass time, rather lived to live.
In Heaven we won't witness to the lost, and the hope of salvation give.
The difference in God's song, and the scream the world knows so well,
Can be seen, and heard in the silence. Live for Him. Live well.

8 Comments:

At 7/26/2005 7:36 AM, Blogger erudil said...

I like it. Is it yours?

 
At 7/26/2005 9:00 AM, Blogger Becca said...

I did write it Nathaniel. You can assume from now on that if a poem is on my blog, that it is mine, unless stated otherwise.

 
At 7/26/2005 12:59 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

very well written Becca. Good job. I like it a lot.
lukeee

 
At 7/26/2005 4:12 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

:'-(

 
At 7/26/2005 6:15 PM, Blogger Charity said...

That was very wonderfully written, Becca! I enjoyed reading it a lot. You have a talent and gift in expressing yourself through writing.

 
At 7/26/2005 6:55 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Sad face, remember God is King and be happy...all is good.

 
At 7/27/2005 12:29 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I misspelled my sad face. It should have been :'-). (tears of joy).

 
At 7/27/2005 7:28 AM, Blogger Becca said...

I knew what was meant by it, and I tried to help my mother understand, but she refused, and put a comment about it. Thanks everybody. The peom needs some work but I like it.

 

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