A Call for Purpose
Sitting alone I stare at the walls in my mind
Looking for purpose, or a reason to find
Something to hold to, something that’s mine
Something that gives me a reason to shine
My mind is a muscle that twists as it grows
And shares in the knowledge of things that it knows
I believe in the truth of the things I can’t see
And I look to the cross for the things I can be
I’m a light that is blind with a heart that is dark
A stranger alone, all in black, in the park
I cry to be saved as I cry out His name
I live to die daily and I live with my shame
I was lost and I needed a change in my heart
So I took all the love that was there from the start
I look in the mirror with disgust on my face
And with slow-moving thoughts I realize my place
Is to love Him and serve Him with all I hold true
And if I love Him and serve Him, I’ll love and serve you
I’m a human, I fail and I fall everyday
But the truth is in Him; He’s the light and the way
He’s pure, true, and holy, He’s known as the One
His name is Jesus, He’s God’s only Son
With arms open wide, He was nailed to a cross
He stayed there in pain just to save all the lost
He just wants to hold you and help ease your pain
So commit to pure love and commit to a change
Were not promised tomorrow, were just given today
So come just as you are to this altar and pray…
Chris Gordon January 2004
3 comments:
That was awesome. Hope your having a good day. TTYL :O)
Nice poem, Chris. I look forward to your further bloggings.
Beautifully said. - Tamara L.
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