INSPIRATIONAL POEM || Overcoming This Tough Year Through Christ
My Dream: https://youtu.be/ZrBMrt73rMk
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“Tell me the story of the Shepherd again, then I’ll go to sleep
Well, little nephew, it’s late, you should already be counting sheep
But this story is my favorite, it’s stuck inside my head
OK but afterwards, promise me then you’ll go to bed.
It all began during what we call ‘the beginning”
Before the sun gave its light, or the galaxy was spinning.
Before a whisper was whisped, Or creation was finished,
God spoke these seven words, ‘Let Us make man in our image.”
But along came the serpent, his slithering and hissing
Follow me he said, and I’ll show you what you’re missing
In our quest to fulfill our sad, empty hearts
We’ve been hit bullseye by the snake’s flaming darts.
Century after century, kingdoms fought for control
power its purpose, world domination its goal.
Through a lie, Our ambitions were totally shifted
Now we trust in our wealth, our looks, and how we’ve been gifted.
We’ve built Pyramids and statues scraping the sky
Neglecting our purpose, forgetting our why
We’ve sought after riches and treasures and things.
Exchanging hearts of gold, for diamond studded rings.
We are known by our jobs, our possessions and amenity
And The 0’s on our paychecks have become our identity
we try to become what we see on tv
Whether an actor or model or Elvis Presley.
We’ve chased after food, all the drugs, and the pleasure
only putting value on what a yardstick can measure.
The pollution in our hearts has spilled into the world
Without a moment’s reflection on how this unfurled
And now in 2020, a frightening virus has emerged
those with weak immune systems, sadly it has purged
fear running rampant, provoking a riot
Locked in our homes, the world’s become quiet
(WHISPER) if we listen real closely, if we press our ears in…
Jesus stands there knocking, saying please let me in
From the silence come whispers, the sound starts quite small
His true sheep will listen, recognizing his call.
a staff in His hand, we hear our (Good) shepherd say
To find what you seek, follow Me, I’m the Way
I’m The truth and the life, no one sees the Father but Me
He gave you the Garden, but you ate from the wrong tree
Good things in abundance, I want you to enjoy
But That serpent, the liar, seeks to steal, kill, and destroy
the whole world is quiet and on sabbath rest,
So Seek out my will, desire my best
As a bee makes a bee, and a seed makes a tree
The whole point of it all is to make you look like me
With all of these empty pursuits, (really) why bother?
You were created to be a spittin’ image of the Father
You’ve abandoned the Truth and left the path of God’s course.
If sin breaks God’s heart, why do you think it’ll fulfill yours?
I’ve given My word as my mirror to help you see you clearer
I desire your presence, so come on close, draw nearer
The wind and the waves try to capture your eyes
But don’t let that happen, like Peter, you’ll capsize
As the time in your cocoon comes to an end
Emerge as a butterfly, this one truth to defend
Out of all of creation — the sky and the sea.
You become what you focus, so just look at Me.
Pick up your cross, take up the fight!
transform this world from darkness to light
When you take on my image and look just like me
You’ll heal the sick, help the poor, and feed the hungry
You will set free the captives and mend broken hearts
Casting out demons, before their wickedness starts
You will impart on the homeless beauty for ashes
Saving them from depths where the teeth gnashes
A garment of praise, instead of despair,
The feeling of faith, hope, and love in the air
The Good Shepherd bends lower and says with a nod
Do justice, love mercy, and walk humbly with God
As you lay down your life for the sake of God’s son
then you will arrive in eternity to the words, “Well done.”
Now, little nephew, lay on your pillow, sleep the night through,
And let God speak the dream He wants to accomplish through you.
If you are part of this village, and one with this tribe,
Can you do me a favor and please hit subscribe?
*Disclaimer: This video description contains affiliate links. That means that if you click a link and decide to make a purchase I will receive a commission at no extra cost to you. Youtube and blogging is a stream of income for me, and those purchases help support this channel and my family. Thank you so much for your continued support.
#TheGoodShepherd #Jesus #Poem
My Dream: https://youtu.be/ZrBMrt73rMk
C O N N E C T :
Instagram: marc.williams.haiti
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/marcchristianwilliams
_____________
“Tell me the story of the Shepherd again, then I’ll go to sleep
Well, little nephew, it’s late, you should already be counting sheep
But this story is my favorite, it’s stuck inside my head
OK but afterwards, promise me then you’ll go to bed.
It all began during what we call ‘the beginning”
Before the sun gave its light, or the galaxy was spinning.
Before a whisper was whisped, Or creation was finished,
God spoke these seven words, ‘Let Us make man in our image.”
But along came the serpent, his slithering and hissing
Follow me he said, and I’ll show you what you’re missing
In our quest to fulfill our sad, empty hearts
We’ve been hit bullseye by the snake’s flaming darts.
Century after century, kingdoms fought for control
power its purpose, world domination its goal.
Through a lie, Our ambitions were totally shifted
Now we trust in our wealth, our looks, and how we’ve been gifted.
We’ve built Pyramids and statues scraping the sky
Neglecting our purpose, forgetting our why
We’ve sought after riches and treasures and things.
Exchanging hearts of gold, for diamond studded rings.
We are known by our jobs, our possessions and amenity
And The 0’s on our paychecks have become our identity
we try to become what we see on tv
Whether an actor or model or Elvis Presley.
We’ve chased after food, all the drugs, and the pleasure
only putting value on what a yardstick can measure.
The pollution in our hearts has spilled into the world
Without a moment’s reflection on how this unfurled
And now in 2020, a frightening virus has emerged
those with weak immune systems, sadly it has purged
fear running rampant, provoking a riot
Locked in our homes, the world’s become quiet
(WHISPER) if we listen real closely, if we press our ears in…
Jesus stands there knocking, saying please let me in
From the silence come whispers, the sound starts quite small
His true sheep will listen, recognizing his call.
a staff in His hand, we hear our (Good) shepherd say
To find what you seek, follow Me, I’m the Way
I’m The truth and the life, no one sees the Father but Me
He gave you the Garden, but you ate from the wrong tree
Good things in abundance, I want you to enjoy
But That serpent, the liar, seeks to steal, kill, and destroy
the whole world is quiet and on sabbath rest,
So Seek out my will, desire my best
As a bee makes a bee, and a seed makes a tree
The whole point of it all is to make you look like me
With all of these empty pursuits, (really) why bother?
You were created to be a spittin’ image of the Father
You’ve abandoned the Truth and left the path of God’s course.
If sin breaks God’s heart, why do you think it’ll fulfill yours?
I’ve given My word as my mirror to help you see you clearer
I desire your presence, so come on close, draw nearer
The wind and the waves try to capture your eyes
But don’t let that happen, like Peter, you’ll capsize
As the time in your cocoon comes to an end
Emerge as a butterfly, this one truth to defend
Out of all of creation — the sky and the sea.
You become what you focus, so just look at Me.
Pick up your cross, take up the fight!
transform this world from darkness to light
When you take on my image and look just like me
You’ll heal the sick, help the poor, and feed the hungry
You will set free the captives and mend broken hearts
Casting out demons, before their wickedness starts
You will impart on the homeless beauty for ashes
Saving them from depths where the teeth gnashes
A garment of praise, instead of despair,
The feeling of faith, hope, and love in the air
The Good Shepherd bends lower and says with a nod
Do justice, love mercy, and walk humbly with God
As you lay down your life for the sake of God’s son
then you will arrive in eternity to the words, “Well done.”
Now, little nephew, lay on your pillow, sleep the night through,
And let God speak the dream He wants to accomplish through you.
If you are part of this village, and one with this tribe,
Can you do me a favor and please hit subscribe?
*Disclaimer: This video description contains affiliate links. That means that if you click a link and decide to make a purchase I will receive a commission at no extra cost to you. Youtube and blogging is a stream of income for me, and those purchases help support this channel and my family. Thank you so much for your continued support.
#TheGoodShepherd #Jesus #Poem
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