Welcome to my weekly poetry slam! Every Sunday (until I run out of poetry to post) I will put up a new poem that I have written over the years. I used to write a lot of it, but suddenly stopped, not sure if it was for me or not. I hope to receive some feedback from these writings, and continue to be inspired to write a new set of poetry.
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Then Philip went down to the city of Samaria and preached Christ to them.
Long shadows cast their shade upon me as I walk through the city
A cold wind hit my back. Shivering, I continue on.
His moon, His light, guiding me through all these different signs, cars, buildings, glass, of the city
Fear touches my shoulder. My generation passes me by, tormented day and night. It’s getting harder to breathe.
It touches me again. Despair. I run to my secret place, what can I do? I’m still lonely.
“Change what’s around you, show them my Light”. I heard the whisper, but I only see the city
The dawn rose. Warm, mercy new, hope restored, I want to see more from my city
I see the eyes of my people, all crying out for an escape. It needs a savior, my city
Who does it belong to? Who do they need? How can they be set free?
His grace, His healing, new dreams, new passion, the day is bright, in my city
Jesus Christ, our city, God Almighty, His city, Holy Spirit, take over,