You are a young man
Time has not yet lined your face
Or silvered your hair
Your life lies ahead of you.
You are an old man
Bent under the weight of your burden
Your eyes speak of suffering
Greater than your years.
You are a strong man
I can see the power in your hands
Gripping the edge of your chair
You hold it like a lifeline.
You are a weak man
At the end of your rope
There is only one way out
It makes you shudder.
You are a stone man
Living the mechanics of survival
You do not love
So you will not hurt.
You are a deep man
Peeling back the layers;
Anger, hurt, fear
Desperation
You are an image bearer
Vestiges of Creation
Work their way into your story
And your sad smile
You are a fallen man
You sink into your sin
It consumes you
You are helpless.
You were made for perfection
You listened to lies
You were made for Joy
You settle for pleasure
You were made for Faith
You cling to blind reality
You were made for Hope
Your promises are all pain
You were made for Holiness
You know only the dark.
You were made for Eternity
And you cry for Redemption.
2 comments:
yes!
There's a pretty, but sad-sounding song by Landon Pigg (what a last name!) called "Made for Glory."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rJDE-kgTGHY&feature=fvw
The song is definitely talking about a girl, but it would be better applied to spiritual things- we were made for glory, but tragically settle for so much less, focused on only on the here and now.
Such is the state of fallen humanity. You convey this well in your poem.
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