Destiny: A Poem

I'm finally back from the obscurity of the working world with a new poem! As summer is drawing to a close, I realized that I must prepare to return to school (three weeks away, yikes!), so needless to say, I'm keeping myself busy. Despite all the craziness, I'm developing my book of poems, and I almost have enough to publish it! I'm very excited to share them with you, for these poems have definitely been a God-given inspiration, and I refuse to keep them to myself. Enjoy!

We speak our words with lofty goals,

And yet we fail to grasp the truth.

Of the binds that hold captive our souls,

And the hate that steals away our youth.

We struggle to fight against our fears,

And in asserted false bravery we strive,

To make use of our many shed tears,

And combat the fear that eats us alive.

Why can't we break through the fear?
How come the struggle is so strong?

Can we ever find the courage to see,

That we've been wrong, all along?

Why can't we hear the still small voice,

That whispers tirelessly in our ear?

That fear, though mighty, is a choice,

And cannot stand when victory is near.

Dauntless, the voice whispers,

Hope springs up from within. 

Even though we are but sinners,

Someone took away our sin.

Don't you hear the earnest call?

Can't you feel your heart leap?

That God was with you through it all,

Awakening your deadened heart from it's sleep?

Through it all, He's stood beside you,

Always caught you when you fell.

Traded your rags for something new,

And swept you from the gates of hell.

Through it all, I see now in your eyes,

The vast colors of the rainbow.

And the glory of the starry skies,

Hope setting your precious heart aglow.

With a fire unlike any before,

A passion set to conquer.

And a heart yearning for more,

Always growing stronger.

For what purpose? I wonder,

Have I been created so fierce?

In a world that despises thunder,

And the lies that it will pierce?

People hurriedly bow their heads,

But not to send an earnest prayer.

Their tongues rip others to shreds,

Claiming to be their own savior.

Blinded from the light,

We struggle for meaning.

They glorify the night,

What lies are we believing?

Every heart yearns for something real,

Deep down, we all long to see,

Are our broken hearts to scarred to feel?

We cry out to know who we're meant to be.

We cry for justice, yet we only deserve the penalty,

Of the lives we have damaged, the dreams we have destroyed.

Hopeless, we scramble to escape the verdict that seems our destiny,

Always running from the truth we desperately want to avoid.

Is this our fate? Or is there another way,

To brush off this dust and live unafraid?

Is it possible for brokenness to be made new?

Is there a chance that we can be brave?

Through it all, God never abandoned you,

He never left you on your own to drown.

Through it all, He always remains true,

And placed on your unworthy head, a crown.

Through it all, He redeemed you,

And never regretted his salvation.

To His Word, He will always remain true,

For He is the Lord of all Creation.