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