Saturday, December 10, 2011


Day 22: A poem or song you've written.

If you want to hear songs I've written, check out my YouTube channel.

Otherwise, here is a poem I wrote about a year ago.  It's kind of... touchy, and I wrote it during a time in my life when I was pretty frustrated with the church as a whole and with the name Christians have been making for ourselves.  I actually wrote this on a day when I felt like church was becoming less of a fellowship experience and more of a routine (which I see now depends a lot on how I've prepared my own heart beforehand).

After I've had time to reflect, I don't know if I agree with everything I said in this poem, but I do agree with several parts of it.  I am pretty sure I've never posted it on this blog and I figured it could go with my last post.  Here goes.

When I walk into the church,
The lifeless people, empty ears,
All these sheep, bleating, bleating,
I wonder, "Are You here?"
We greet each other: plastic smiles,
Sometimes a brief embrace.
Why can't church be something more
Than meaningless handshakes?
Everyone is pressed and clean
And white and so content.
No one stops to truly see
The heavy price You spent.
Your assembly, God, it often fails,
Where are the seeds we've sown?
We need more than weak handshakes
To see Your children grow.

1 comment:

  1. Wow... I've felt EXACTLY the same way about church sometimes. Not how it should be.
    Keep Writing poems! I love them!