jesus poems

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.

- Footprints in the Sand -

One night I dreamed a dream.
As I was walking along the beach with my Lord.
Across the dark sky flashed scenes from my life.
For each scene, I noticed two sets of footprints in the sand,
One belonging to me and one to my Lord.

After the last scene of my life flashed before me,
I looked back at the footprints in the sand.
I noticed that at many times along the path of my life,
especially at the very lowest and saddest times,
there was only one set of footprints.

This really troubled me, so I asked the Lord about it.
“Lord, you said once I decided to follow you,
You’d walk with me all the way.
But I noticed that during the saddest and most troublesome times of my life,
there was only one set of footprints.
I don’t understand why, when I needed You the most, You would leave me.”

He whispered, “My precious child, I love you and will never leave you
Never, ever, during your trials and testings.
When you saw only one set of footprints,
It was then that I carried you.”

- Mary Stevenson -

you’re five
and you’re running around making mud pies in your backyard
with your best friend Jesus
and your mother reads you story after story before bed
Jesus cuddles up next to you with his arms behind his head
and you don’t know the feeling of sadness or loneliness
so that smile stretching wide is genuine instead

you’re 25
and you’re running around working 40 hours a week
travel time plus the hour you eat plus chores plus bills plus
you’re exhausted
and your mother is only a phone call away but
she’s busy and you’re busy and you haven’t spoken in a week
and sadness and loneliness are no longer knocking on your door
they’ve clawed their way into your skin and manifest themselves inside you
they’re a part of you
and it’s dark
and the thoughts in your head won’t leave
and you scream
and you cry
and you forget
you forget about your friend
your best friend
from when you were five
and you’re 

but He’s still there
He always was
He was simply waiting
for you to meet Him halfway

but now you’re falling and He’s worried

and you’re worried

you think you’re done
you’re drowning in sadness and loneliness
and anxiety
and depression
and PTSD
but you’ve still got one good fight left in you

so you land on your knees

01.11.2017, 8:43am

Hi, my name is the smart girl
My name is the quiet girl.
My name is the one who sits in the back with a book,
who gets straight A’s but isn’t smart enough to hold a conversation.
My name is not my name, it’s the labels placed on me.
It’s the tags filled out with red sharpie and stuck on my shirt.
That’s what the world says, anyways.
See, the world would have you believe that
who you are comes from what you do.
That your identity is based on your actions,
your achievements, your victories and defeats.
But who you are is not for them to decide-
it’s set in stone by the one who died.
Your purpose, your meaning,
the reason for your life-
he had that in mind as he made his sacrifice.
It doesn’t matter what you earn, how you place,
so long as you’re committed to running this race.
So if you’re wondering who you are,
if you find yourself thinking
“I don’t know who I am”-
all you need to remember is the great I AM.
He always was, always will be,
and he has a plan.
So hi, my name is made new.
My name is a beautiful thing.
My name is yours,
and that’s all I’ll ever believe.
—  hi, my name is // c.r.h.

Soothe my aching bones
Which creak and rattle
Before Your Throne.

O Lord
When will you come
Down from the heavens
So that Your will is done?

My saviour, forgive me
For I sin again against You,
I drown, rather than walk and sea.

Can I go to where Your cross stood?
And touch the sand or gravel or cement
Imagining it was blistered, splintered wood?

Glory to You, praise unto You,
I fracture but You reign
And Your gospel is still true.

Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.
I wish you would speak to me
so that I could know
that your voice
isn’t just a voice in my head
to calm my flying thoughts
of doom and drought
when I lie down on my bed.
—  // open letter to God // S.K.K. // November 11, 2016 //
God already knows and is working it out in your favor.
—  Lalah Delia