We hung our harps upon the willows in the midst of it.
For there those who carried us away captive
Asked of us a song,
And those who plundered us requested mirth,
Saying, “Sing us one of the songs of Zion!” Psalm137:2, 3
Melancholy choruses
Blowing in the wind
Like a harp hung in the willows
Like a dream deferred
Withered in the sun.
There goes another one...
A gift, a talent
Buried in the sand.
Like a child
Throwing away a million dollars
Not knowing what she had in her hand.
We see it everyday
Those sour souls
Grinning behind gritted teeth
Because of the stench
That lies beneath.
In their hearts,
In their minds,
In their souls,
And their toes
The buried desolate remains
Of a destiny left to rot.
Purposes left for dead
After they've given it all they've got.
Or probably not...
Because fear of failure got
Their hearts on lock.
Yeah, America's got talent
But so does the world.
Unlike oysters without pearls,
If you were born,
You have it.
It's just a matter of you
Recognizing it.
Regardless of the contrary winds
And the opinions of siblings
If you would just see value
In your unique gift,
This world would be a whole lot different.
People would actually
Smile and mean it.
People would actually
Share their dreams
And folks believe it.
Because they've seen it
Happen for others before.
People wouldn't be
So jealous of one another
Because we'd all be
Getting our unique shine on,
One way or other.
Instead of being like Cain
And hatin' on our brother.
So unearth the seed,
The uncultivated fruit
God blessed you with.
Plant it in good soil
And pray hard on it.
Water it with the Living Word.
Resist the devil and he will flee.
And take away all his doubting birds.
Stand in expectancy
And give God praise
For every root and shoot
And continually
Walk in the light of holiness
Until you can enjoy the fruit.
And don't forget to share
And be shade for the upcoming new root.
He came that we may have life
And that more abundantly.
So break out of barrenness
And choose to be all that
God has called you to be.
Like trees of life
For the healing of the nations
Let us fully manifest
God's purpose for this creation
And build a forest of purposes
A monument; a testimony of triumph
For coming generations.
3 comments:
While we were reading this: heartfelt, reality for all, written post; the LORD allowed us to see and feel the need for his CHURCH to stand firm on his Principles of Life...
Society needs to see and hear, that we're not afraid to: Teach, Preach, and share our Testimonies of JESUS CHRIST...
Sister, we also felt your pain ... and all we have to add, is this ... that what your going through ... will soon come to an end; because the LORD is your true friend... Thus learn from that particular situation that motivated you to write this BLOG, and be prepared to give words of encouragement to others in your shoes...
FROM OUR FAMILY TO YOURS ... YOUR IN OUR: PRAYERS ...
1 PETER 5:8
BE SOBER, BE VIGILANT; BECAUSE YOUR ADVERSARY THE DEVIL WALKS LIKE A ROARING LION, SEEKING WHOM THE MAY DEVOUR.
BLESSINGS,
Thank you for picking up on the cry in the Body of Christ. It is like a woman in labor but there are no midwives. It's like her legs are being tied together by the spirit of fear, envy, and diabolical plots and plans to keep new life from being birthed in the earth. It's like the woman in Revelations 12 who gives birth and there is a beast to devour her seed as soon as the child comes out. But we the leadership, we the people of God who see those who are travailing , are responsible for facilitating a healthy delivery through prayer and encouragement and support where necessary. We must help each other bring forth and be willing to open up and swallow any torrent or storms coming against the church or the individual when attacks come just like the earth did for the woman and her seed in the same chapter.
So yes, it is painful to see pastors working as maintenance men b/c the place where they are planted lacks the discernment and the humility to disciple him so that he can be mature when he manifests the ministry on the inside of him in God's perfect timing. It is painful to see people Sunday after Sunday sitting on the pew bored in church b/c they don't know what their called to do and rather be pimped by the world of their gifts, time and talent 6 days a week because they are more appreciated in the world than in the church. It's painful to see our youth, especially, not know that the talent that they have is God-given and can be used to the glory of God even if it's "just" skateboarding or an eleven year old preparing a message to teach her Sunday school classmates instead watching Twilight the night before.
The pain you sensed is the groan of the Spirit who is watching the Church groan in pain because she has ectopic pregnancies and the Holy Spirit used this poem as an ultrasound to show us where the pain is. And what we can do about it. We thank Him for being the Master Physician and thank you for taking the time to allow His Word to inspire you to do something once again to make a difference in the kingdom =)
Wow...okay Tamika...seriously though, this poem was written because I got tired of seeing so many miserable people making my coffee, talking to them on the phone or hearing of the rich youth killing themselves yet it seems like they have it all. Whether in the church or not, if we are living out our divine purpose, we're a lot more happier and satisfied in life. That's all =)
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