This is a free verse poem I wrote several months ago. Feel free to critique! :) Always.

What are we here for?
This empty, fruitless existence?
Is this our purpose?
Are our supposedly transformed lives
Meant to be lived in utter solitude?

Yet here we are
Wallowing in complacency’s mire
Allowing the blaze of God’s holy fire to die
Until all we have left is ashes
Refusing to wake from a sleep so deep
We can’t even see we are slumbering
Does He desire this?
Is our blood-bought freedom
Just another set of chains?

He can work miracles
We’ve seen them
He can heal hurting hearts
Those hearts were ours

Yet here we are
Choosing comfortable over the cross
Settling for self-sufficiency
Risking nothing, taking no chances
Wondering how we have wandered this far
From the only home we’d ever had

Why? For what reward?
Acceptance? Independence?
Is it fear that drives us
To resist showing who we truly are?
That keeps us from becoming all we can be
From burning brightly in this vast darkness?
Fear of exclusion, of mockery
Of emotional and physical pain?
What do we gain from our cowardice?

Within our hearts
We all know Christ can change lives
That He can do unimaginable things
But have we ever understood
That His work begins with us?
We are His workmanship
We know what He longs for us to do
We know we should serve Him with all we are
But, something is stopping us

What are we waiting for?
Yet here we are
Still wallowing in the mire of complacency

Still following the road that leads to nowhere.

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