Without Sight (poetry volume one)

The Lord's Message

I wrote this poem YEARS ago. I just found it while searching my documents for my resume and thought I'd share it. =) It's one of my more hopeful and inspiring poems. I was given the idea at the A.L.L.E.Y, a church hangout for teens that ran on Friday nights.

Enjoy. =) 

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As the wind is gone,

The desert shows no change,

The colors have faded,

The happiness once again overrun by hurt.

A war, prelude it.

The Darkness, exclude it.

Patients forever lost in the emptiness of white rooms.

Even though it has gone away,

The war continues.

How to stop it, no one knows.

Go on living this life,

Make it work out,

Be a billionaire;

It won’t be any better or make the happiness truly stay.

There’s got to be a way to do this,

Got to be a way to stop this war

And let the right side win.

So help all these helpless people, Lord,

Make them see what I see,

Make them want to change what I want to change;

Soften their hearts

So they can read this message,

And want this peace of mind.

Help them to see that they don’t have to be sad all the time;

That all they truly need is You.

But most of all, Lord, Father,

Help me to see this also.

Help me to see that You want more for me.

I want to win this war for You,

I want to beat the Devil and his temptations.

My troubled soul weighs me down so,

Makes my armor heavy.

I stand appalled at the mountain that stands before me,

And my shoes are broken.

Evil seeps into my ears,

Floods my mind and

Makes my vision blurry.

I trip and stumble over myself,

Over this thing that some call a life.

My belt was lost long ago, never to be found again.

The truth has slipped my thoughts.

My blood has been dyed a different color.

Something in my life doesn’t feel right.

Something in their life isn’t right.

The Devil won the war before they figured it out.

And I know You’ll never stop trying.

But I want to help You.

It hurt me deep inside,

Pain flows through my veins.

It seems the Devil will never give up,

It seems that he will not let me be.

Please give me the right armor,

Help me fight this war as Jonathon would,

Help me fight this war like Jesus.

Be with them all and please don’t leave,

They don’t know because I’ve never told them.

I’ve never shared You with them.

The world turns black and I’m up-side-down,

Just a shadow in the dark.

I can see the Christian living perfect lives of happiness,

And I wonder why that can’t be for me.

The mountain gets bigger and I stumble,

But no longer can I keep my balance.

I fall to the ground and bleed from sharp rocks,

Still a shadow.

The enemy sees this opportunity to strike,

And I cry for help, tears soaking my cheeks.

You come to my rescue,

Nail scarred hands helping me up

And hugging me close.

You say that it’s over,

That all I have to do is trust You.

I smile for the first time in a while

And hug You too.

The sun has set and the stars are bright.

I lay under the lit up sky,

Trying to number the stars.

I know that I’ll never be able to do it.

You come and sit next to where I’m lying.

I smile and look at You,

Knowing that we’ve won;

This war is won.

You’ve saved me so many times,

Now I think I need to do some things for You.

Please give me knowledge and courage,

To share You with everyone I know.

So that everyone can be aware of the war

That You helped me so much to win.

I want them all to know

That there’s an evil so dark and painful.

They need to know the right armor to wear,

The right weapons to wield,

The knowledge to resist the temptation.

Please work through me, Lord, Father,

So that they can all know:

You saved me from the Devil,

And You beat him with pure words.

As I lye my dead down to sleep,

I long to feel your presence.

You have kept me going.

I say my prayers and tears roll down my cheeks.

But pain doesn’t haunt them,

Happiness and peace.

That’s all.

The Devil no longer tampers with my soul, my heart.

Instead he moves on to the next one,

And so will I,

Helping to get Your message through.

Thank you for the trials that led me to You.

Thank you for never giving up on me.

Amen.

-nikkie may.