Promised wealth in lethal doses
Violated trust
Perpetual lies
False prosperity
Placing human faith
In the wrong entity
Bombarded by the apathy
Hard to swallow at times
So many desperate souls
Searching for a better way
Silent
Shy
Far too many die
I witness fear
Deep within sad eyes
Sincere anguish
Satan’s world is brutal man
Please believe me when I say
I’ve danced with him a time or two
Fresh new sound
Founded on frustration
Poignant truth
In your face urgency
No need to condescend
Recommend
Try to comprehend
The hope of Jesus Christ
His vision drives my soul
Ever forward
No longer looking back
My frail human shell
I’m not forever young
Not a flipping chance
Aging rapidly
Hardly gracefully
Unceremoniously
Nuclear weapons can’t save me
Neither can one man
Holy assurance
His day approaches
Fulfilling destiny
All the words will have been said
Listen now
With ears that can still hear
Compassion erupts within me
Like flowing lava
My gig is to spread His love
If you don’t dig it
That’s OK
I have to shout it anyway
© Bill Grimes Jr. 2009
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Just got back and have time to read this only now (my brother passed away on this date), but still my thoughts about this poem are these:
it is strong, and forceful, the content timely and relevant, and the resolute last line speaks volumes about the passion that's in anyone's heart who've "tasted that the Lord is good." We're in the same gig, ok?
Cynthia
TRASK
I've tussled a time or two with Satan and have the scars
to prove it. -gene.