My soul has become languid
All passion lies dormant in my soul
Chilly winds have made me cold
Threatening to consume me whole
All growth has come to a halt
Layers of winter cover my heart
I have not kept the fire burning
I have wholly failed to do my part
Complacency has iced over me
And now I cannot leave
Comfort takes the place of sacrifice
I now do whatever I please
My fingers have become too numb
To even lift a finger to turn a page
Warmth and life are at their tips
But instead I choose the grave
But my God is a Consuming Fire
One touch and I am set ablaze
I melt in His glorious presence
My heart burns in His gaze
Now I feel myself being swept away
Winter’s walls are being burnt down
I can see You clearly once more
My fervor for You again is found
May I not sink back again into winter
Keep the fire alive as I am on my face
Always kindle the ashes of my devotion
For I must not return to that listless place
2 comments:
Jennifer, did you write this? It is a beautiful poem!
Yes, mam. I did. Thank you!
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