"Christ is my shadow"
by Chad Jones
What follows me more than any?
Down barely lit paths,
Whether there's few or many?
Am I alone in a crowd?
Surrounded by all I know,
Can I hear when it is loud?
Addiction, pleasure, work, stress...
How else can Satan Distract?
Who am I to pass this test?
There are many who need You,
I am filth, not worthy,
Don't comfort me, when I'm blue!
You are needed elsewhere here,
But you don't listen,
You are always close, ever near!
You see me, feel me, hear me,
Even when I don't want you to,
You will never leave me be!
I am riddled with my sin,
Too gross to look at, but die,
for my new life to begin?!?
Though I deny, still present,
still easily found,
when I'm in need of a vent.
Laugh, frown, smile, shiver, weep,
You are there, humble even,
to watch o'er me as I sleep.
Ugh, What a fool I have been,
I need to savor your presence,
A change is needed within.
With great mercy he bestows,
A friend, a brother, a savior,
With Love, Christ is my shadow!!!
by Chad Jones
What follows me more than any?
Down barely lit paths,
Whether there's few or many?
Am I alone in a crowd?
Surrounded by all I know,
Can I hear when it is loud?
Addiction, pleasure, work, stress...
How else can Satan Distract?
Who am I to pass this test?
There are many who need You,
I am filth, not worthy,
Don't comfort me, when I'm blue!
You are needed elsewhere here,
But you don't listen,
You are always close, ever near!
You see me, feel me, hear me,
Even when I don't want you to,
You will never leave me be!
I am riddled with my sin,
Too gross to look at, but die,
for my new life to begin?!?
Though I deny, still present,
still easily found,
when I'm in need of a vent.
Laugh, frown, smile, shiver, weep,
You are there, humble even,
to watch o'er me as I sleep.
Ugh, What a fool I have been,
I need to savor your presence,
A change is needed within.
With great mercy he bestows,
A friend, a brother, a savior,
With Love, Christ is my shadow!!!
4 comments:
wow...chad, didn't know you were a poet. great poem, thanks for the thoughts for this morning
God is a poet and David was a man after God's own heart and he was a poet...I think that such beauty that God's love does envoke needs an equally beautiful outlet. He gave us the ability to praise Him...I didn't think that poets and accountants could be the same person. But with God it is all possible isn't it.
Good thoughts Chad.
Terrific, Chad!
wow
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