My passion is for God, not religion
I adore the Word made flesh,
Not the words written about Him
I hope in the Risen Lord of Glory
Not the glory I hope He gives me
Not destiny, or prosperity
I cling to the words He speaks to my heart
Not words of a book that set me apart
From those who seek Him
My God is a God of Love
Not one that sets me above
The rest of the world
On a pristine pedestal
Of doctrinal purity
My God is a God of grace
Whose love extends to
Every place and nation
To every race and tongue
Under heaven
He loves the homeless drunk
As much as he loves me
He loves the Goth, the punk,
And all with eyes to see
This world's vanity
He loves the poor in heart
Who know that they are poor
Who wander in the dark
Who cannot find the Door
They find a moat surrounds Him
And bodies float around them
Drowned in a sea of words
Spoken to confound them...
© Karen L Kelly 2006
I keep trying to write poems about flowers and butterflies, but it just doesn't turn out that way.....
Comments (14)
:sunny:
Beautiful!
-ND
But this is a poem on a flower so to speak-----it's how God touches you----That's butterflies and flowers to me!
Most amazing and beautiful! I still say! :wave:
:sunny::sunny::sunny::sunny::sunny::sunny:
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I love it. It makes me feel good and isn't that your ultimate intention? Hence, Butterflies and flowers?
Look at your title, Your passion is for God, Not for Religion!
Great Statement.
Those are your , well you know what I mean----------:lol:
BEAUTIFUL, Karen, BEAUTIFUL! I absolutely adore this....ah, *estatic drool*
In a world where Jesus is immutable that he no longer has emotions, so pious that he can not be talked to like as a person, and his will so divinely perfect that it has no place for us...this poem shines brightly!
Oh, and I know you're not picky on holidays as such. I agree that we cop out a lot, and that's part of the reason I hardly celebrate what most people would call the true meanings behind them. The fact that the day is labelled as a "holy day" won't help us do any better in getting rid of stuff. I think we tend to find ourselves being cheapscapes about it because, when we really review our intentions, we made the decision of betterment because it was that day and not because it had weighed on our hearts for a while and we wanted to change. Not that I'm implying anything wrong with it, of course, because I'm sure as heck going to have a blast on any holiday.
--Squirrel