Whatchamacallme: Yes! More free-versy goodness! Well, anyway, this poem is about some things I don't understand. Hopefully, God will answer them; in His time.
This is going to be some in-depth background info about the poem, if you don't care then scroll down to read the poem. If you do care, read on. If you don't care about my poetry, then press the back button, you must be in the wrong place.
I grew up in the Church, this is why I said I couldn't imagine my life without God, because I have not had the choice to live without hearing about Him. The summer of 2003, when I was only 13 years old, I was a Church camp when I felt a calling from God to become a part of His ministry. From that day on, I have not even thought of an occupation outside of it. Around this time is when I began to write God-based stories and poetry. I didn't think that I had a talent at it until I began to post it here, where some Christians (especially anOinteD4eVa826) pointed it out to me that my poetry pointed them to God. So I began to wonder, why did God chose me? Out of all the people in the world He could have picked, He looked at me and said, "You; you're the one I want to do My work. I have a purpose for you." Since He told me that, I've often wondered about that purpose.
So here's my questions, I hope that you can relate to it at least a little.
Honest Questions
My Lord,
Sometimes I must wonder…
Why me?
Why now?
Why here?
My Lord,
You are Almighty..
But these are honest questions..
Why did You chose me?
Why did You reveal Yourself
When I was only 13 years old?
Also, my Lord,
What is here
That You've kept me in this place?
There isn't much in this small town,
It's nearly in the middle of nowhere.
These questions,
They run through my head,
They won't stop.
My Lord,
You've given me talents,
Which You've encouraged.
You help me write,
And people see You.
You help me speak,
And people see You.
You carry the notes
Through my flute,
And it makes music for You.
You guide my pencils,
And I express myself.
You've created me,
An optimist,
A morning person,
A girl-child on the verge of womanhood.
Who am I,
That I can do anything for You?
What is there ahead,
That You wanted me?
What is in the future,
That You called me so young?
What is unforeseen,
That I'm needed here?
So, I ask, my Lord,
Why me?
Why now?
Why here?
Until I know,
I shall trust You.
Not because I'm so great,
No,
It is because that You are supreme,
You are Almighty,
You are God.
Ishall trust You,
Not because I want to.
No,
It is because I need You,
If I didn't have You,
I'd die.
I cannot imagine my life
without Your presence.
Thus I'll trust You,
With all my heart,
With all my mind,
With all my soul,
With all my strength.
I love You,
But I know,
Your Love for me
Is greater than all I have known.
Whatchamacallme: The second to last verse refers to the first of two Commandments Jesus Christ gave to His followers.
I'd really appreciate it if you could tell me what you liked about it if you review instead of just saying "OH WOW! THAT'S AWESOME!11!1"
Or if you absolutely hate the thing, tell me why instead of professing your intense loathing of the poem.