Black Sheep
by
Jack Curson
(Age: 32)
copyright 03-21-2005
Age Rating: 10 to 127
Forever lying in contempt of my sins,
Running rampant to catch the very love lost that was so freely given.
Bound to a prison that knows no freedom,
A place of darkness that is the shadow of God’s back turned against me.
But I digress; to my own end, I was fairly warned; but chose self in the act of choice.
Or would you prefer my story were different?
Staggering about in a fiery furnace,
An endless unquenchable pit of flame with plenty of fuel for the fire,
My soul will only be part of the feeding this flame will consume.
Imagine it, create the passage in your mind and start your walk.
Yet fathom the idea that your imagination is weak and undeveloped,
Lacking in a sense of what truly will be; can be!
And then again, I can continue on this path of defiance,
Blindly staring into my mirror of self-worth,
Remedially redefining what may suit my thoughts as being right.
It’s okay; you were only defending how so very important you are!
Little mind the persons you might step on or through on the way.
But alas another fate is thrown into the fold,
A special tribute just for me, the time of my passing,
The tearful eyes of loved ones join hands in remembrance.
As slowly I am put to rest into a place,
Where the worm does not die; the fire is never put out.
Time has no meaning here.
Eternity is unforgiving.
But I still have a choice to expel these dreams from my doubtful mind;
To ask for a cleansed soul, a softened heart, a sense of morality,
FORGIVENESS!
He took the punishment, and that made me whole.
Through His bruises I am healed…
God has piled all our sins; everything we’ve done wrong is on him…
He took on his own shoulders the sin of many,
He took up the cause of all the black sheep.
(Isa. 53:5-6, 12 MSG)
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Of what is life but reward waiting or pain consuming, shallow shelf of doubt, eyes wide open, yet in his hurt, begged for the cup to pass, human as we are, desire for this this place called earth, or existence, temptation bending and growing each day, so hard it is to walk pass day of light, darkness surrounds, faith holds, promise in, yet a man I still am, a great write, with a report of salvation, one of 99 seeking adventure... best of nights.. Walt
God knew what we were before he redeemed us. He also knew that we were trapped, caged birds for the devil to play with and without his help we would burn forever for the devils pleasure. But we are smarter than those birds and we should be grateful for buying our freedom but it is not required. He already did it, he did it anyway, our only sin is not knowing but wasn't our first sin wanting to know more? Who's to say what is right or what is wrong? Jeremiah said God had to punish us because of our guilt, so I think the thing to remember is just because we are saved from hell doesn't mean we are not guilty and we will not go unpunished. We will be punished and you are right it will greater than our minds could ever conceive. Great poem, good job. Thank you
Just how many don't see the free gift of salvation, even when it is presented to them in a very simple fashion. This poem brings to mind the old blues song which has the line: "If I die and my soul be lost, it's nobody's fault but mine.
He certainly did! I tried to allude to the burden I must also share with the Lord in "Stuck Between Eath and Sky" and how only when I accept my earthy humanity, the way he did, could I transcend myself and learn how "to fly."
Your poem reminds me, too, of the self-created and propagated prison-- a virtual hell on earth--I can create if I don't work a humble spiritual program in my life. (I thought a lot of Dante's Inferno at the beginning of your poem). The wonderful thing is that we have the power of choice which is always a gift of grace.
Your poem gave me a good jolt of humility.
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