stillgrowin'
02-06-2001, 03:32 PM
<font color=navy>I just call this poem wall because I can't think of a title for it. If you have any suggestion for a good title, please let me know. This poem was inspired by my mission trip to Guatemala. We had to replace an old wall with an earthquake-resistant wall. Maybe I will write about it in the sharing section.
The wall I once thought to be so secure,
Built on my hopes and dreams for the future,
Is tumbling down on the ground,
Its remains nowhere to be found.
The force of reality advances,
Past the earth my wall used to stand.
My hopes crushed by fear, my dreams blurred by tear,
I try to run, only to fall down.
I cannot run, so let me hide.
As I start to dig, what should I find:
Garbage, wastes, traces of corruption,
Where there should have been a foundation.
Broken, ashamed, I cry in humility,
Afraid of the fate of my eternity.
Have mercy, O God. Forsake me, do not.
Deliver me from this devastation.
“Take refuge under the shelter of my wings,
For my grace is greater than your sufferings.”
My soul rejoices in hearing your voice,
For I have found a firm foundation,
In the promise of your salvation.</font>
The wall I once thought to be so secure,
Built on my hopes and dreams for the future,
Is tumbling down on the ground,
Its remains nowhere to be found.
The force of reality advances,
Past the earth my wall used to stand.
My hopes crushed by fear, my dreams blurred by tear,
I try to run, only to fall down.
I cannot run, so let me hide.
As I start to dig, what should I find:
Garbage, wastes, traces of corruption,
Where there should have been a foundation.
Broken, ashamed, I cry in humility,
Afraid of the fate of my eternity.
Have mercy, O God. Forsake me, do not.
Deliver me from this devastation.
“Take refuge under the shelter of my wings,
For my grace is greater than your sufferings.”
My soul rejoices in hearing your voice,
For I have found a firm foundation,
In the promise of your salvation.</font>