I wrote this a couple years ago. I’m not sure if I want to call this a poem, though. More like a slightly rhymey mumblefest.
I never intended it to be read, but only heard and seen. It makes a lot more sense when I perform it. But since this is a blog, it’s going to appear here in a written form. Cool? Cool.
I tried to use punctuation and spacing to sorta kinda-ish represent how it might sounds if you heard it spoken. Almost. I tried. It probably will not make much sense unless you really play along with with the indicaed pauses and whatnot.
Imagine these are the words of a slightly awkward, fumbly-tongued young man who’s quite sure about his own thoughts and feelings but worried that they might not be acceptable to someone else. He’s trying to say some simple words but finding only complicated ones. So… um… yeah. I wrote this.
Here’s the one I call “I wanted to ask you…”
Just something I wrote a couple years ago in a fury of thoughts one afternoon. Initially, I threw it up on Facebook. Now it’s here, extensively revised. Enjoy.
The law makes nothing perfect. It cannot grant what it requires.
Would you use a thermometer to put out forest fires?
Seeing who I am, so far from how He crafted me,
I know I have no hope of being what I ought to be.
But the law is not not my governor. It’s only here to say
That I’m in need of saving. I knew that anyway!
So rather than keep grasping for a better, higher score,
I stand here, empty, helpless, simply knocking at the door.
Lord, I know that I stand guilty of the breaking of your heart,
But, Jesus, You’re my justifier and I need what you impart.
I raise my flag of giving up. You win, and I win, too.
The law makes nothing perfect, but by grace, oh God, You do.
Unpublished work © 2012 Doug Walton
The time has come for you to wake up from sleep,
For salvation is nearer than when we first believed.
And when we sleep, we’re no better than the dead,
I’ve wondered and I’ve worried ’bout my place in Heaven’s love.
Despite the Spirit’s witnessing, elusive was the dove.
Awash in fearful faithlessness, my sin convinced me thus:
That even though He promised life, my lot is merely dust.
I haven’t finished a new poem in a while, so I’ll share this one from high school. I wrote this in 10th grade for a school assignment. Apparently, at the time I felt like being a rebel by using lowercase letters to start most of the lines. My punctuation is pretty bad, too. I admit it bugs me and I really want to fix it, but I’m leaving it that way since that’s how I wrote it to begin with.
Music to Me – from 10th grade
Music is a friend of mine,
one that will never die.
It’s there when I want it to be,
and on my command it can supply
This is “Driving Blind”, the first lyric I wrote for my friend Cory Breth. He wrote music for it, so now it’s an actual song! It’s on the album he’s releasing on March 1st, 2013, and it’s going to be on iTunes! A song I wrote will be on iTunes? Whoa. That feels pretty cool.
Just go and trace a blacktop line
Cruisin’ on my own
Drivin’ free and feelin’ fine
Not sure just where I want to be
Got no place to go
Makes no difference to me
One day last week, I woke up quite anxious, fretting about the day and sorta about my life in general. Naturally, I turned to the most popular passage about worry to glean some help from Jesus’ words. To my surprise, I found it not helpful at all. He totally missed the mark with what I was feeling. Here’s the passage:
Matthew 6:25-26, 31-32 … Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father Continue reading