by Chris T.
Many circumstances create many views,
And often give me perspective of the great in you.
If I’ll just believe and allow hope,
Then the foundation of His word will help me cope
But if I flail with my mind to and fro,
Then a peace that I will never know.
Will never take hold and never bring calm,
Applying to my wounds that soothing balm
For though I’m a soldier, a warrior for you,
I can struggle with an absence of your Holy truth.
If I let this fox in my vines,
Then gone will be the fruit of all shapes and kinds
I wish I could see with your knowing eyes,
Maybe, my sin I would then despise.
And gently my faith will begin to sprout
Ripping out the roots of my lingering doubt
This is just a quick poem I wrote for a contest. It was supposed to be done in about ten minutes. So, I did it in 5. Hope it isn’t too terrible.
The Great Plains Poet