Since we had story time Thursday, I suppose God thought it would only seem appropriate to have poetry time Sunday. The backstory to this poem is not important as what it means to me, will probably not mean the same to you. I hope you enjoy it…
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With You
Like two people reading from opposites ends of a book
Like two people rowing in counteracting directions
Neither willing to sacrifice
So am I
When I am control of my life
As the author of my own story
I fail miserably at writing
Nothing makes sense.
As the captain of my own ship
I come up short constantly in navigating life
Nothing makes sense.
I am not the editor of my life’s novel
I am not the planner of my life’s voyage
And when I act as if I am
Nothing make sense
Words are incoherent
And nothing moves
Destinations are indecipherable
Nothing makes sense and nothing moves.
God, You are the mental lubricant that makes words flow
Jesus, You are the physical lubricant that allow boats to go
With You, everything makes sense
And everything moves
Without You, there is nothing…
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Until Thursday,
P.S. One of the scripture references used by my Pastor this morning was Acts 12:1-16 when Peter was delivered from death by the prayers of some devoted prayer warriors. Verse 11 in the King James Version, says, “…when Peter was come to himself, he said, Now I know of a SURETY, that the Lord hath sent his angel, and hath delivered me out of the hand of Herod, and from all the expectation of the people of the Jews.” What a confirmation from God!
