The Storm Inside

[kalawine]

I wrote this poem in tears a few years ago. I actually have a book of poetry and a poetry website but I don't promote them anymore because I was an Arminian and a Charismatic when I published them. Some of the poems reflect beliefs that I no longer hold to. I also have pictures of Christ on some of the web pages which I intend to delete if I don't decide to shut the site down all together. (I would appreciate your prayers about that decision) But I've seen others post a couple of poems on the PB recently and I remembered this one and wanted to toss it out there for whomever enjoys poetry.


The Storm Inside

There are storm clouds swirling
Just as far as I can see
But these storms on the outside don't compare
To the storm inside of me

Tribulations on the inside
Oh, will I ever win?
It seems I can conquer anything
Except these besetting sins

Thank You Lord, without Your love
I know I couldn't cope
And I know that Your abundant grace
Is my very only hope

I need the grace it takes to get
Through heaven's golden door
I need the grace to get through life
But I need even more

I need the grace it takes to make
The goal I'm walking toward
I need the grace to live a life
That glorifies my Lord

I do not do the things I should
I do what I shouldn't do
I've left a lot of catastrophe
On this road You've brought me to

I plead the blood! I plead the blood!
This has become my cry
But my Lord, my sin remains
Ever before my eyes

The devil is my enemy
His demons hate me too
But I'm afraid that I'm the reason
That I'm so far from You

The tears I cry are very real
I want to please You Lord
I want to win this battle against
My flesh and Satan's hordes

How can we win with empty prayers?
Our Bibles on our shelves
How can we be victorious?
When we're enemies to ourselves

There are two of me! I hate it Lord!
There are two of me inside!
Swing Your sword! Help me Lord!
Because one of me needs to die!

This is not me, this house You've made
It is but just a shell
But who would think that a house of flesh
Could bring such hope to hell?

My flesh it hungers for the earth
For worldly things to do
My spirit hungers also Lord
My spirit thirsts for You

You are my Bread; You are my Wine
You have the Words of Life
And some day Lord I'll drop this shell
And so will end this strife

by Kevin Paul Alawine
Copyright 2001 © Kevin Paul Alawine
All rights reserved by author

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[David FCC]

Thanks for sharing.
Some very real issues to the Christian in there.