KindOfQuirky
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I went to a small Christian school in 4th Grade. Best learning I ever had from an academic perspective (outside of adult years.) I also heard, "If you love something/someone more than God, He will take it away." I tucked that nugget away into my little mind, then went AWOL (American With Out Love) It wasn't until into my adult years that this no longer brought terror to my mind. I wanted to love the Lord with all my heart, soul, mind, strength. I wanted to love my neighbor like myself. But I didn't care for who I was. I admired my skill-sets. But how could I love others if I hated, abhorred, detested myself? How could I love God if I wasn't following His greatest commandments? I hadn't realized (because no "human" during my time ever told me...I learned from the Holy Spirit) that Christ not only died for my past sins, but for my future ones. In 2017, I continued "feverishly" writing all prompts that came to mind. In the form of poems. (This started approximately December 2015 until December 2018) (Then quieted some). I wrote a poem approximately 11/2017 called, "Why, Jesus?" I have it below. I used to fear commitment (to Christ), persecution, and so many other things. Today, I still fall terribly short of His will for my life I believe. But I try to seek His will, His way. I know our time here is short.
Why, Jesus?
Why did I used to be afraid of You?
One so gentle, strong, and true.
For many years
I disregarded the bond
Of one who so easily
Others found fond.
I first heard Your name
When I was young.
You did many wonders;
They called You the Son.
You are known for Your love
Shown on the cross.
I kept my heart in the shade,
The side that grew moss.
So much time has gone by,
Yet You knew my heart,
And how much it sighed.
“Commitment,
I feared, to give,” I say.
Yet You narrowed my path,
You stood in my way.
The seed You planted
You watered each day.
You held my soul,
Taught me to pray.
I praise You, Yahushua,
And now hold You dear.
You gentled my heart
From year to year.
As each day passes
Let me look to You.
My heartbeat says Your name.
My Savior You are, it’s true.
©Kari L Greenaway
Scripture References:
Jer 17:10 I the Lord search the heart, I try the reins, even to give every man according to his ways, and according to the fruit of his doings.
Psa 19:12 Who can understand his errors? Cleanse thou me from secret fault.
This poem can also be found in the book: He Had You at Belief!
In His Service ~k
Why, Jesus?
Why did I used to be afraid of You?
One so gentle, strong, and true.
For many years
I disregarded the bond
Of one who so easily
Others found fond.
I first heard Your name
When I was young.
You did many wonders;
They called You the Son.
You are known for Your love
Shown on the cross.
I kept my heart in the shade,
The side that grew moss.
So much time has gone by,
Yet You knew my heart,
And how much it sighed.
“Commitment,
I feared, to give,” I say.
Yet You narrowed my path,
You stood in my way.
The seed You planted
You watered each day.
You held my soul,
Taught me to pray.
I praise You, Yahushua,
And now hold You dear.
You gentled my heart
From year to year.
As each day passes
Let me look to You.
My heartbeat says Your name.
My Savior You are, it’s true.
©Kari L Greenaway
Scripture References:
Jer 17:10 I the Lord search the heart, I try the reins, even to give every man according to his ways, and according to the fruit of his doings.
Psa 19:12 Who can understand his errors? Cleanse thou me from secret fault.
This poem can also be found in the book: He Had You at Belief!
In His Service ~k