Appreciation

Psalm 41:8 New Living Translation (NLT)

“He has some fatal disease,” they say.
    “He will never get out of that bed!”

 

What others see …

 

“What will be, will be” ... a statement or a plea?

Fatalism at its best ... a prison for the creeps

“Once saved, always saved” ... an excuse for the free

Ignoring every test ... in pursuit of their own need

 

“God will sort it out” ... living fancy-free

Just like the rest ... only self to feed

“Life seems endless now” ... like it will always be

With a safety net woven ... by one’s own creed

 

“God is always love” ... forgiving you and me

For Jesus gave His best ... my never-ending plea

Forgotten God’s Holiness ... as He won’t intercede

Or compromise unless ... on Christ’s Blood we feast

 

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741