This is a poem I made a few months ago. You may find it does not rhyme, as I intended not to and planned it to be more like what I called “modern poem”. I hope you enjoy it, and stay tuned for Part Two! 😀
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In the twilight of the evening,
in the ruins of a battle
of the war I have been fighting in,
I found God on His saddle
robed in His glory and power
that my unholy being could
not stand in His mighty presence.
I would ask, “Where have You been?”
And He would answer, “I have been here.”
I would ask again, impatiently,
“Where were You?”
And He would answer again, patiently,
“I was here.”
I shouted, desperate,
“I was there fighting, Lord,
and I found You were not there.”
This time, say nothing He did,
but He looked me in the eyes,
and I watched the memories
of the moments when
I faced my opponents in my front
as His mighty hands protected
every essence of my being
and my beloved people who were waiting
for their friend, family, and brother
to embrace His path in God:
the battle for joy and Lord;
of the moments when
I swung my sword
and I remembered
that my strength was not mine
as they were given by God;
of the moments when
my enemies overcame me
and prepared they were
to strike the final blow,
but they fell like chopped trees
as God shot them in their hind
with His might words from afar;
of the moments when
I was not even able to lift a finger
and death was welcoming me as his
in the midst of the war –
and suddenly I was full of power
as God has defeated death
and now I am His;
of the preparations I had made
and the armours and arms I wore
as they all came from the Lord
so do all that I am and have;
of the triumphant moments
over the dull sting of sins –
He named me “victory”
as He made it mine; yet
the last important moment
was the last I perceived
that He has sacrificed Himself
to save a wretched like me
and call me such names:
“son”, “brother”, and “family”.
I am His enemy no more
for He has given me the grace
to save me from wrath and doom.
As my vision of Him returned,
I saw Him in my front,
holding my weary shoulders.
Smiling, He asked, “And what are
you trying to say, my son?”
Embracing Him, I replied,
“My Lord, my Strength, my Song,
my Salvation, my Joy, my Light,
You found me.”
Rejoice in the Lord, O you righteous, and give thanks to His name! – Psalm 97:12