The Evidence of Things Unseen

I hear all these voices

shouting, filling

my head

yelling, proclaiming:

GOD IS DEAD.

I will not be silent,

I will not be ashamed,

because the very God that knows my name

took my sins, shouldered my pain,

and gave me hope in the darkness.

 

A God that is willing to sacrifice,

that understands my stress and strife,

provides ressurection, new, abundant life--

That is the God I believe in.

 

And in this sea of opinions, voices, views,

I will not let my belief waver.

I will not let myself doubt or lose

the battle in my mind for a Savior.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Jan Wienen

My Hope is built on nothing less...

TrulySpeaking

Than Jesus' blood and righteousness :) Thanks for reading.

Zachary Harris

Amen!

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