I Was Born For This - Poem by Denis Martindale
Behold the times, the passing years,
The essence of excess,
While some excel in crying tears
Of awesome loneliness...
And children fare the childish times,
Oblivious to life,
As every adult slowly climbs
Man's mountain known as strife...
The years fade soon as memories,
Some chosen, some maintained,
Some simply kept that they may please
With thoughts of what was gained...
The terms at school, the tests trained for,
The pass or fail in each,
Perhaps the times when sweet amore
Came close enough to teach...
Yet school is where the poets learn
The crafts of masters gone,
Perchance that soon they, too, may earn
The light that brightly shone...
Thus dreamers dream with visions, too,
Then prophecies ascend,
Such that the truth is shared with you,
As if you were a friend...
Behold the essence, words revealed,
God's secrets for each age,
No more kept back, no more concealed,
Writ fresh upon the page...
Then published 'cross the world itself,
In stores and libraries,
Enough to nestle on each shelf
Awaiting new release...
The challenge set, the quest achieved,
The wisdom thus outpoured,
Allowing doubters who've believed
To love our precious Lord...
God's Son now shining in men's hearts,
Resplendent in their souls,
As each upon God's journey starts,
Let God mark well His chosen ones,
Adopted in His fold,
Delivered daughters, sacred sons,
Triumphant, good as gold...
Yet know this, too, this poet blessed,
Has shared his Christian bliss...
My poet's destiny's the test...
Yes, I was born for this!
Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2013.
The poem is based upon the GOD TV show,
Growing In The Supernatural, as it reminds
us of our God-given salvation and destiny and
that we can humbly say, 'I was born for this! '
Whether we become scribes, poets or prophets,
there's that inner conviction of God's direction,
regardless of the tragic times we live in and the
circumstances beyond our control, it is by faith
we endure and achieve all that is required of us...
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