As today is Good Friday, the day of the Lord's crusifiction, I wanted to post something that is extremely personal and extremely emotional. I am a Christian. I own that. I am not Ashamed of My Lord and Savior. I ask that you read this poem with an open mind and an open heart. I will not reasons to hate, I will not respond to wicked hearts. I am trusting my readers because of how close this is to my heart. I was Baptized in Febuary, publicly, I gave testimony. Tonight was my first partaking of Communion. It was extremely personal. I wrote this in an hour and I pray for those it touches.
~Yurika
My Lord
I am but a Tool
Place me where You will
Lord use me as you see fit
To spread Your words
And Your light
I am but a moon
Reflecting the Son
I feel no pain
Being ripped apart
It gladdens me to be rebuilt
Into what you wish of me
My Life is Not Mine
I belong to you my God
Use me I beg
I am nothing without You
You are my purpose
My life is to Glorify You
Lord I am a moon
Revolving around You
I reflect Your Son
I revolve around You
I am the tool of Your hand
I am Your's oh God
I have done nothing to deserve this
Grace and Mercy
I am not burning for my wickedness
Only because of Your love
Abba my human tongue
Could never praise You
Not as You deserve
Take what a waste I've become
Make me Your's
Oh Lord I Pray
Use Me
Use Me to do as You see fit
Use Me because I belong to you
Use Me!
Oh but I don't deserve the honor
Oh Lord how horrid I was to You
You have written of my tainted heart
You plucked it out of my destined Hell
You crushed that wicked soul and created me
You built for Yourself the proper child
Praise You Oh God!
I am Your Child!
What an Amazing concept.
I cannot comprehend it!
Why? Why would You
Perfect, Holy, Blameless Creator
Make me
Wretched, evil, and vile,
Your child?
My only answer is Your
Amazing Love.
The Son that was worthy of You
My Savior
How it Pleased You to Crush Him.
Another strangeness to my human weakness
The perfection that was my Savior
A Lamb of spotless beauty
Crushed by Death and Your Wrath
My Perfect Priest
You conquered!
The Grave that You chose
It could never hold You!
Tonight on the day of Your
Willing Sacrifice
I took the Body and the Blood
My first since going to the Waters
My God, My Lord, My Savior, My Father.
Thank You.