Seeking the intangible seems like an act of foolishness yet when that unseen is in the person of Christ, the search becomes the object that leads to life or death.
This is a poem about finding Christ and allowing him to take root in your life!
Buildings and outward spaces determine my existence
My thoughts lost in the PAIN of non- existence
Lost in a place others DREAM for ME
The dream I wish I had brings me
To the complexities of the vision lived through me
Am I guided by the discernment of others?
Am I the architect of my own purpose?
Can I sketch my existence ?
IS IT MINE TO illustrate?
Thoughts come from where I am
Thoughts which BIND THIS DREAM
Thoughts which mold and shape this PURPOSE.
The purpose is not mine alone
It is CHRIST AND I MOVING towards THE PURPOSE.
The Heart pictures Paradise
The Heart sees the impossible being a possibility
Battles are constant to find my LOST ACHIEVEMENTS
The PURPOSE which is mine to keep
My potentialities give birth to the realization of thine self in Christ
I submit TO his CALL
The BURDENS are LIFTED,
The PAIN is HEALED
The QUESTIONS are ANSWERED.
Taken to a level of existence
Moved by RENEWED thoughts
I see no battle in my heart
Could it be THAT I am in PARADISE?
I submit TO his CALL
The BURDENS are LIFTED,
The PAIN is HEALED
The QUESTIONS are ANSWERED
