PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

An excuse ...?


2 Timothy 1:7 New English Translation

7 For God did not give us a Spirit of fear but of power and love and self-control.

 

Cracks and flaws … no excuse

 

To love God with feeling and burning sensation,

To shower Him with warmth and tears

Is maybe more like sailing through the ocean

Without leaving a lasting trace behind

 

Love like this is just a short happy emotion

It is a loving pleasure to gently soothing fears

It touches the heart but brings only commotion

For its truth does not affect life but just the mind

 

The soul is the very self that we’re feeling

Cannot be easily drawn away from itself

So affection herein is only for self-working

And love for God becomes love's sake itself

 

So to think and talk or have a desire

And some way to meditate on the Lord

Is just done to make one-self happy?

As your motive is still far from the Lord

 

You’re moving just a breath away

From your pitiful self and your cause

Your loving is not for just God’s sake

Your life seems full of cracks and flaws

 

For all to be seen on your chosen pathway

The label of carnality deeply embossed

On all that you do and do oft desire

A hypocrite on the highway of the lost

 

Jan Wienen

©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.

Log in to leave a comment.