Tag: poem

I ain’t enough

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

I ain’t fast enough. I ain’t tough enough. I ain’t rough enough,

but I know who is

I didn’t eat enough, I didn’t drink enough, I didn’t work enough

but I know who does

I didn’t rest enough,

but I know who does.

But I know who did

Jesus is my king. Jesus is my Lord. He didn’t just save me. He rules my life.

I gave him my cord.

I ain’t fast enough. I Ain’t tough enough. I ain’t gruff enough.

but I know who is.

I ain’t funny enough. I Ain’t wise enough. I ain’t smart enough.

But I know who is

I ain’t stubborn enough. I ain’t wise enough. I ain’t thoughtful enough.

But I know who is.

Jesus is my king. Jesus is my Lord. He rules my life. He lists me high. He lifts me to Him

He lifts me high. He lifts me to Him.

Choice

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

There are things I could give that He does not care for,

That He does not want,

There are things I could give that He would actively discard.

Things I give not because I want to,

but because I’m supposed to.

He wants a choice.

He wants to be chosen.

So he gives us options.

What do we choose?

Do we listen to Him?

Do we obey or do we choose something else?

Clay molded

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

I am but clay

I am molded by

the Claymaker.

I’m molded by the One who made me.

He knows what He made me for.

He wants to work with me

but still respects that

I have a choice.

He respects that He knows what He made me for.

do I respect what I was made for?

do I honor what I was made for?

Do I honor who I was made for?

Do I care what I was made for?

I want to I try to I care

I want to work with my maker.

I want to be what he wishes me to be.

I want to be what he desires of me.

I want to give him what He desires of me.

He has given me so much. How can I give Him less?

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In the name of Jesus

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

Make these chains less than dust.

May these walls be Rubble soon

Walls that contain

Walls that constrain

strongholds in my mind

the devil has claimed this room he

thinks it’s his.

he thinks

it’s his way in

the gap is

sealed

it’s being cleansed.

Being scrubbed in the blood of the lamb

the chains that hold me down will be less than rubble soon

taste of the Feast

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

I sometimes think I imagine

I have a small taste of Christ

to wait in faith

to be eager for the wedding

but to have a bride unsure

if she is unsure, it will not happen

but I have faith that it will.

My Father in Heaven has said it

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to be so eager and to still be me

for that is all I can be.

lies cause damage,

the pain and strife

what lies to I believe of myself?

What lies do others believe of themselves?

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You can lead a horse to water but you cannot

make them drink.

They must be willing and

seek on their own, in their own way

in their own time.

All you can do is be there

ready to give them the water

when they seek it.

That’s all.

Let God the Father do the rest