(Kind of a long poem about me trying to witness to a friend while comparing beliefs and situations.)
Lord, Remember My Friend
There she awaits for life in her lonely, cold castle
The Mirrors appear to be broken, the shadow speaks
She is sitting in her corner with her hair tasseled
The ground wetted by the tears from her cheeks
She stalks these open halls with perfect balance
She claims to be comfortable in her routines
But around her lays the curtains and the valances
Ripped to shreds about her, but she never cleans
She says she feels better than ever, existing free
She warns me not to share my visions with anyone
But she may fool fools but she will never fool me
Her spirit of freedom and excess has left her undone
Nothing to cling to when the material is all rotten
No more walls to hold her still and enclose her within
Her reason for being unreasonable has been forgotten
And her imperfection has shown that we were once kin
I, too, was in denial of being in need when I was lost
Almost forgetting who I was in my fight to be in control
When my surroundings, my experiences, have been my cost
I could have lost my life, but I didn't, or my soul
I did surrender my frailty and gave away my life and will
But, I gained more than any man can stand to do or replace
I gave my life to Christ, and I am living in him still
To learn to live for him and to remember always his grace
Does she know? Does she wonder? Does she want more?
Can her riches buy her salvation or her goodness stretch?
A sacrifice was given whether she knows or thinks it lore
And the goodness is not godliness, nothing easily fetched
I can no longer see her torment without having to remember
My false convictions, my fake smile, and my sinful regrets*
But who am I to walk to her and tell her with just one ember
The fire burns around her, she tries to smolder her threats
I am what she doesn't want to admit and what she fears
A person, imperfect, but a person willing to admit defeat
Always being a friend even when our debating seems to clear
But I am one person, she has always been happy to meet
I may not be the exact replicate of Christ but I will try
I do not want to force her to know him but to love regardless
I am not trying to implement to change her or be even sly
I just want to be a friend who shares how I was blessed
*Note the Verse with this symbol *: The verse describes me being unsaved. I had nothing to hold onto and put on a show to hide my fear.*
Lord, Remember My Friend
There she awaits for life in her lonely, cold castle
The Mirrors appear to be broken, the shadow speaks
She is sitting in her corner with her hair tasseled
The ground wetted by the tears from her cheeks
She stalks these open halls with perfect balance
She claims to be comfortable in her routines
But around her lays the curtains and the valances
Ripped to shreds about her, but she never cleans
She says she feels better than ever, existing free
She warns me not to share my visions with anyone
But she may fool fools but she will never fool me
Her spirit of freedom and excess has left her undone
Nothing to cling to when the material is all rotten
No more walls to hold her still and enclose her within
Her reason for being unreasonable has been forgotten
And her imperfection has shown that we were once kin
I, too, was in denial of being in need when I was lost
Almost forgetting who I was in my fight to be in control
When my surroundings, my experiences, have been my cost
I could have lost my life, but I didn't, or my soul
I did surrender my frailty and gave away my life and will
But, I gained more than any man can stand to do or replace
I gave my life to Christ, and I am living in him still
To learn to live for him and to remember always his grace
Does she know? Does she wonder? Does she want more?
Can her riches buy her salvation or her goodness stretch?
A sacrifice was given whether she knows or thinks it lore
And the goodness is not godliness, nothing easily fetched
I can no longer see her torment without having to remember
My false convictions, my fake smile, and my sinful regrets*
But who am I to walk to her and tell her with just one ember
The fire burns around her, she tries to smolder her threats
I am what she doesn't want to admit and what she fears
A person, imperfect, but a person willing to admit defeat
Always being a friend even when our debating seems to clear
But I am one person, she has always been happy to meet
I may not be the exact replicate of Christ but I will try
I do not want to force her to know him but to love regardless
I am not trying to implement to change her or be even sly
I just want to be a friend who shares how I was blessed
*Note the Verse with this symbol *: The verse describes me being unsaved. I had nothing to hold onto and put on a show to hide my fear.*
