Christian Poetry
Poems by Colan Hiatt
Colan writes: "I am retired and live in Mount Airy, NC., with my wife, who apart from God is my greatest inspiration. I have been writing poetry for several years. Writing poetry is the greatest "outlet" I have ever experienced to release my inner emotions, and express my stance on spiritual issues. Most compositions, are derived from observing "down-to-earth" events that occur around us. Many offer a personal "mini-story" with a metaphor of spiritual implications that portray God as the ultimate solution to life's problems. My goal is that any and all compositions will present Christ and His sacrifice at Calvary as the solution to problems encountered along our journey."
By Colan Hiatt
While driving cross-country we lighted upon
A quaint little tourist town
It's charm and beauty promised more
Than any others we had found
It's appeal prompted us to seek
The refuge it could afford
In fact, this could be vacations end
What other place, could offer more?
But as we slowly scanned the streets
Much to our dismay
Everywhere, "No Vacancy" appeared
Not even, a chalet
If we had known, and been prepared
This would not now be our plight
The end of day was now upon us
And we had no refuge for the night
If only arrangements, we had made
Consulted brochures or signs,
We would not be facing this dilemma
If we had observed, - basic guidelines
I find this to be a metaphor
To the journey here in life
When we stand at Heaven's gate
Will there be refugee from our strife
There will be a "No Vacancy" sign
If preparations have not been made
But to those accepting God's sacrifice
Their entrance has been, - - prepaid!
(© 2023 Colan Hiatt – All rights reserved. Written material may not be duplicated without permission.)
By Colan Hiatt
A childhood marked by poverty
His commodities, we're very few
Comfort and luxury, as others had
None of these, he ever knew
The meager resources that he had
Were channeled as best he could
To "make lemonade from a lemon"
Was a principal, - he understood
Determination and perseverance
And seizing every opportunity
Began to yield dividends
Soon a ray of sunshine, he could see
Prosperity later became reality
Success came to his door
"Rags-to-riches", was now the story
A lifestyle that was not know before
A greater analogy comes to my mind
A Babe in a manger in Bethlehem
Surrounded by cattle in a stable
The future appeared, bleak and dim
Later, he had no place to lay His head
Yet He ascended to Heaven’s throne
Is this not a "rags-to-riches" story
No greater one was ever known
Our righteousness is but filthy rags
"Works" could never merit His grace
But riches untold are ours to claim
If we only, His plan embrace
Scarlet sins, now whiter than snow
When His blood is applied
The vilest sinner is now clean
When under His wing, they abide
Everyone who has turned to Christ
Can claim a "rags-to-riches" story
Impending doom, they have escaped
To gain Heaven’s eternal glory
(© 2016 Colan Hiatt – All rights reserved. Written material may not be duplicated without permission.)
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