Cause Sometimes it Helps to Remember...

  I use to write poetry all the time...I use to believe that somehow my words could touch another persons heart.  And then....one day...I stopped.  I'm not really sure why.  It all just sort of became this "silly thing" I didn't want to be known for anymore.  So I packed up my poems and never looked back....until the other day.  

  I've been working on cleaning out a back bedroom at my parents house and the other day I found a box in there full of old journals.  In that box...stuffed to the side and pretty tattered was my book of poems.  I'm in such a different place now then I was when I wrote most of them....but as I read through them I  realised, I miss writing like that....I miss how easily it all use to flow out for me.  Who knows, maybe I'll start writing them again....but for now...enjoy this oldie but goodie....

Quite, alone and in ignorance I stand

Behind all the glamour of wealthier man

Here for a party with nothing to give

Except for the sacrifice of the life I now live

And those all around me are dressed for the King

A white flowing dress and a pure diamond ring

And I in the back in my rags of disgrace

In the shadows I abide feeling so out of place

In walks the Lord in all of His might

Sitting on the the throne with His son on the right

And He looks around the room with love in His eyes

His heart of compassion He does not disguise

And glancing beyond all the piles of man

He points out His finger, stretches out His hand

And He leans into his son with tears as He cries

"Bring me the one whom in the shadow abides"

The Son in obedience stands to His feet

And begins to walk out to the strum of God's beat

He passes by those who are dressed in the purest of white

He's set on his mission, not straying to left or to right

He comes into my world where evil men are all around

He's beaten and scarred, yet still He makes not one sound

He's hung on the cross and for me He does die

While I in my corner can only sit there and cry

Sent from the throne room to here just for me

Paying the debt meant to set this captive free

It's for me He is suffering, He's bearing my sin

But three days later He rises and my soul He does win

And wearing the marks of mails and a pierced side

He walks from His grave and comes to where I hide

And He stands there beside me and holds out His hand

I'm weeping so hard I cannot even stand

Then ever so gently He helps me to my feet

Notifying me I'm the one the King wants to meet

And holding my hand He begins to lead the way

Saying, "You're going to meet the King this very day"

Then all of a sudden my head fills with fear

If I'm going to the King these rags I cannot wear

To a God whose so holy, so good and so true

I can't look like this, what will I do

We are getting closer now, but I can't turn away

For I've waited my whole life for this very day

So I grab the Son's hand even tighter than before

As we come to the throne room, about to pass through the door

And as we enter the throne room I look all around

I see men dressed as angels with their heads to the ground

But these are not men with rich gifts for the King

They're glorious angels and to God they worship and sing

As we comes to His throne I too fall on my face

Oh God I'm not worthy to stand in this place

I think of my rags full of the dirt of my sin

And how He sent Christ for my soul to win

Then ever so slowly I lift up my head

Ready to face the moment I love and yet dread

And that's when I notice my rags have turned white

I look to Christ whose blood has made me clean in God's sight

Then I shift my eyes from Christ to the King

My mouth full of praises to Him I want to sing

And tears fill my eyes and stream down my face

Oh such love, such mercy, such grace.