MY TURBULENT SOUL
The past serves me no inspiration,
The present offers me doubts and
confusion,
The future promises me a hope as
far as the horizon,
The only near sound seems to be that
of my emotions.
Peace and comfort I only find when
I scribble my reflections,
Only after enduring loneliness and meditation,
Transitioning to prayer and
petition,
Chin pointed up, arms stretched
high in adoration.
Finally sieving out the mental lies
and deception,
Reminding myself that I am on a
journey of sanctification,
The Holy Spirit slowly continuing
the work of perfection,
A work that began in faith and
regeneration,
Standing firm on the assurance of
my salvation,
Having played no penny on the price
of my redemption,
Only by God’s grace will this
journey come to completion,
For I was chosen through divine
election.
How come nobody talked to me about
“The Process?”
That the Journey I am on will be
ruthless,
Like a hot spring, my soul will be
restless,
That before I inspire I have to
regress!
Dying to self for self-effort is
useless.
That we all carry HIS treasure in
clay vessels.
Time and time again we will crush
in failure and weakness.
That we will be preyed by darkness
and sadness,
Our souls still desiring to be
selfish and rebellious.
Choosing to impress than to
witness.
Taking pride in our sacrifice
instead of obedience,
Pursuing a journey of
self-gratification instead of making disciples,
Before long, we come crushing down
from our delusional towers,
Only for His grace to take us back
at the foot of the cross,
In self-abandonment, we call on His
name to save us,
Faithful as always, He answers us from
his throne in the heavens.
Shalom
No comments:
Post a Comment