Christian Poetry
Poems by Katie Green
Katie writes: "I am a second year student at College of the Rockies in Canada. I plan to major in English, Psychology, and have my teaching degree in five years!"
By Katie Green
Howling winds could be
heard from within the dirty room. Groans of creaking wood flooded the attic. In
this place nothing was a bloom; dust, instead of life, made it’s home.
One with sanity could not
stay here hour upon another but I dwell and watch the dust. It floats then
falls in most every available crevice. To catch a speck I must.
This is my life. I know these things are worthless; they aren’t expensive or going to bring me recognition. I don’t crave fame. I chase dust. Oh how confused and broken am I.
Should I say, “Welcome” to this heart?
Make yourself at home in
this dark, dingy place
Welcome to the attic
enamored by past guilt
Cluttered and without
proper space
Welcome to the room where
empty pages lay torn and scattered
They are from books labeled
“Dreams”
Upon entering you will walk
atop creaking boards
They are a far cry from one
but the only tune
This is a pitiful scene.
My Lord why did you come to visit so soon?
Who could want to see this
attic of must and mold?
Perhaps I should set it
afire and claim it not as my own
How could I invite you into
this place?
Jesus Messiah
I don’t want to gaze upon
my sinful desires
The desires have led to
evil
Now I stand; now I pace
Denying recollections as I
walk with you I know must be faced
I dare deny all the sin
compacted within this small space
Please don’t come near
I beg you not to come in
I couldn’t allow you to see
the mess I’m in
How could you love such a
sinner like me?
“Please, don’t touch that!”
“This uniquely shaped box?” He gently questions.
“Yes.” I reply, disgusted with my compulsive reaction
His carpenter finger glides
over the table atop which it sits
He is so close to me; the
pain He desperately wants to fix but
Instead He sits
He looks into my eye
His are piercing and warm
at the same time,
I sigh and look away,
Not daring to see the
compassion and love the Savior has for me,
I would die without your
grace
How could you love such a
sinner like me?
My life has been a disgrace
Here I am, at such a
desperate place
There’s no where to run
No reason to live
Yet there’s something
inside encouraging me to survive
All I can do is raise my
hands to you
The key must be given to
you
I must let you make all
things anew
I learn I mustn’t control
at all times
In my vulnerability your
character can shine
Please take over and make
afresh the things I’ve left for death to take
I’m fragile
The box Lord, it’s Yours
but please don’t allow me to break
I’m a mess O Lord,
But I’m
Yours to take
(© 2013 Katie Green – All rights reserved. Written material may not be duplicated without permission.)
By Katie Green
Imagine the cries being emulsified by a God stronger than those who terrify
Imagine turning to Him with all your fears,
When the seas give way
And the mountain range is left burnt, blackened, and bare
As all you cling to are those with which you watch mighty occurrences happen
You are all in terror
Who will save us?
Who can save us?
Has the disease gripped your mind in a vise so constrict you wonder,
“Will it ever again be mine?”
Cry out to Jesus
Cry out to Him
He who saves from terrifying winds!
From the hurricane that feels to have taken your mind by storm
The resounding words from others you can’t seem to escape
They are running throughout and crashing upon against your feeble mind
Is this my prepared fate?
No.
It does not have to be:
Feel free to hand over any rights get on your knees, bow grief to His might
It is not, “Maybe He will take up your case.
Your convolution of sins may cost a high wage.
Well they did
But that price has been paid
He will take up your case
He will fight by your side
He is your deliverer
He will set you free
He has set you free; He is your best friend and will always be
Once you give it to Him He will work to set you free
Rest in Him, Trust in Him
Where is the validity of the claims I make; how could such a God be?
Take into consideration a label I’ve made available for all to see:
This has been a thoughtful note written and addressed to a past me.
(© 2013 Katie Green – All rights reserved. Written material may not be duplicated without permission.)
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