Purely His: A magnificent poem

Monday 20 July 2015

I did not write this. A friend of mine, fellow Rebelutionary teen Samuel G, wrote it. Isn't it just glorious?!

From the depths of shallow feelings,

From the highs that leave you low,

From the dullness of excitement

And the facelessness of show;

From the poverty of riches,

The obscurity of fame,

From the anguish of a "happiness"

That glories in its shame;

From the narrow-minded "tolerance"

That knows no deeper truth,

From the childishness of old age

And the tiredness of youth,

From the foolishness of "wisdom"

And the depths of "higher thought",

From the dark of the "enlightenment"

May your own mind be brought.

May you find God's joy in sadness

And His life within your pain;

Crucify yourself to selfishness

And, dying, live again;

May you choose the "harder" path

(The yoke that's easy and that's light),

May you love your enemies, and find

True peace within your fight;

May your treasure be in jars of clay –

O greatest, be the least! –

May your strength be in your weakness

And on God's word may you feast.

So reject your knowing ignorance,

Humiliated pride –

And follow in the life He lived

And trust the death He died;

For, much higher than the heavens

And much deeper than the sea

Is the love He gives to sinners

Such as you, and such as me.

Monday 20 July 2015