I'll give a little explanation to this poem before it's read. I wrote this after I had stopped going to church and stopped associating myself as being a "christian." I had the mentality that it wasn't "fun." I was made fun of for my beliefs and it saddens to this day that I let it get to me. As believers and followers we have to have that strength to brush off what others say. Even though it may hurt, with God's help we only become stronger. My problem was that I thought I could do it all by myself. That I didn't need God, so I abandoned Him. As cliche as it sounds, that's exactly what happened. I went off and started partying and well, doing everything that came along with partying. And believe me, it wasn't pretty. And what happened? Well, what everyone thinks happens...I was fulfilled...Temporarily. And then after all was said and done I felt empty and dirty. Even used. And even worse? I tried justifying my mistakes, but how do you justify sin? See,the mistake we make is this "Fullness" we think we find is really just empty, Empty Fullness. The only source that is going to continuously and permanently make us full is the one we so often turn away from. He is our source of Life to begin with, so why turn away from that? Well, we all fall short. The world will try its hardest to cause us to stray and no matter how much we feel crushed beneath its force, we must stand tall and fight the good fight. Do not be afraid. YOU are not alone.
So with that, I may have forgotten my Father for a period of time, but I came back and I'm more satisfied and much happier. I lost friends because of my choice, but I've gained something much greater than I can imagine. Love. A love that 'is slow to anger, abounding in love and forgiving sin and rebellion." Numbers 14:18
"Empty Fullness"
Justification for wrong-doings
Emerge before you drown
you're killing yourself
And you're willing to go down
The burden is too much
"Being Christian is no fun"
Dying so quickly
The world being the gun
Finding satisfaction
In worldly desire and pleasure
Being humble and pure
Is no longer a treasure
This temporary fullfillment
Is a poison that will kill you
You think it's nothing serious
Until you forget the Father you once knew
