When At Last

I once asked a wise man
What was the path to life.
He told me I would find
It was death if I was wise.
I did not like that answer
And set out to prove him wrong
By finding the happiness
I’d been missing all along.
My mission was defined
My goal was crystal clear
With wealth I can have it all
And buy what I’ll hold dear.
T’was then I lost my honor;
It was the price of gold.
I had everything I’d wanted
Except what I had sold.
At long last, I regained it
And then set out to find
Women who would pleasure me,
Sex to ease my troubled mind.
With each one, I grew worse
And my joy here soon faded
Leaving me empty inside,
Just bitter, cold, and jaded.
Power then was what I needed
With it come honor and fame
And everyone likes everyone;
At least, that’s their little game.
But they were all so shallow
With masks they could hardly bear
Too afraid to show the world
What was truly under there.
No gold, no sex, no power;
And now I had no clue
Of what there was left in life,
Of what I was supposed to do.
I gave away what I had
For of it I’d grown tired
And wanted to do some good
Before my time expired.
Finally I realized
That there was indeed a way
That I could actually enjoy
Each and every day.
The wise man was correct
And now I truly see
That I only found my life
When at last I died to me.


Before It’s Over

Ten years left before it’s over,
Ten years left ‘til I die;
But for now, I’ll watch TV
And laugh until I cry.
Five years left before it’s over,
Five years left ‘til the end;
But for now, I will waste time
Wishing I had more friends.
One year left before it’s over,
One year left ‘til I leave;
Now I ponder my funeral
Wondering who there will grieve.
One month left before it’s over,
One month left ‘til I’m gone;
Now I look back and I question
Is it enough what I’ve done?
One week left before it’s over,
One week left ‘til I pass;
I smile now at simple things
Like dogs and clouds and grass.
One day left before it’s over,
One day left ‘til I go,
I pray now I’ve taught my children
All they will need to know.
One hour left before it’s over,
One hour left ‘til we part;
Now I’ll say goodbye to my wife,
You are the love of my heart.
One minute left before it’s over,
One minute left ‘til I die;
Now I’ll prove I’m not immortal,
Somehow time has passed me by.
No time left before it’s over,
No time left and I know
My lone regret is I didn’t start
Living like this ten years ago.

Friday Poem: The Author

Quill Pen

As the author picked up his pen,
A thought ran through his head:
“How will they remember me when
My life’s spent and I’m dead?
Will they read the books I’ve written
And mourn the loss to art?
Will they say, ‘With work was he smitten;
Too bad he had no heart.’?
When they reflect back, will they smile
At each witty anecdote?
Or will they put my works on trial
And condemn all I wrote?
I trust the small things I do will tell
My love for people then,
And hope to be remembered well
When I set down this pen.

Call Waiting

Another thing I had wanted to post on from Sunday’s sermon was the point that we will all stand individually before God. But delivering that point is not what I’m led to do. It’s what God told our pastor, Gary Wilkerson, to do. What I’m being led to do is write about how people change and I’ve already written about confidence and forgiveness. Pastor Wilkerson is called to teach God’s grace.

Neither of our callings is more important or better than the other’s. God gives to each as He sees fit and He doesn’t demand certain results from us, just that we do our best to serve and honor Him. In Matthew 25:14-30, Jesus tells the Parable of the Talents, in which a wealthy man gives one servant five talents, another two, and the last one. The first two both double the money entrusted to them. They get the same reward and same praise from the master. The second servant didn’t seem to be worried that he didn’t gain five talents. He knew he had done his best and was faithful with what had been entrusted to him.

We have a tendency to be jealous of others. “The grass is always greener on the other side,” after all. Unfortunately, we can do this with other people’s callings as well. Even Peter wasn’t immune to it. When Jesus told him how he’d die, Peter was apparently jealous of John, even though it doesn’t seem he knew what would happen to John (John 21:18-21).

A large part of our walk is learning to be content with the walk He has planned for us. There may be death, disease, sorrows, riches, pain, joy, laughter, tears, marriage, children, crushing defeats, heartache, or any other good or bad thing. Your calling may be what you consider small and unimportant. If it is, maybe that’s God’s way of telling you that you must kill your ego to serve Him. If it’s in front of millions, perhaps God has much to teach you from the feedback of so many. In His eyes, though, all of these are really the same because all of them boil down to one simple question and your answer to it:

Will you serve Him with your whole heart?