I wrote this poem after having a real conversation with a dear young lady who attends high school in my town. After listening to her struggles and the hopelessness which seems to cover the youth of our town, I felt pulled into despair. I fear this type of desolation is not only isolated to our community, but stretches across our nations and schools.
Still my hope arises! For, how much brighter shines the light in such darkness! How much more visible the truth must be through all the blatant lies of the enemy! How much more ready could a harvest of desperate souls, clinging to any sort of false hope be! Let not the workers be few! And dear church! Let us not look down on anyone because of their youth. Let us no longer accept for our youth, in church, the burden of rebellion and immorality that the world would have them bear. Instead, let us in faith, equip and minister to them, and encourage them in the royal priesthood which they are called to and established in.
Our expectation must not be that our youth would fail and falter, though of course if they do, there is divine grace and forgiveness. Rather let us expect that their desire would be for God, and that they would soar beneath His wings as more than conquerors. As those not overcome by the world, but as those who would overcome the world by the blood of Christ! And youth! Dear, beloved, chosen youth of Christ Jesus. Stand firm. Stand fast. Read your Bible. Pray. And may the things that you do echo through eternity! May your lips be anointed for his purpose. May you have eyes to see and witness the blessed redemption of your generation! May your faith surpass that of my generation! May you rise!
In the darkness deep,
The apathetic sleep.
Unaware of what they miss,
Not caring to resist.
Seeking yet another dose
The weak and hollow ghost.
The drug they consume consumes;
Their life is left in ruins.
They do not seek escape,
Imprisoned they feel safe.
Unaware they’re all enslaved
In digging their own graves.
Through the dawn is breaking,
Light so bright, so breathtaking!
Ripping apart their notions
Of simply going through the motions.
Showing them so much more,
Then the walking death before!
Echoing through the valley pained;
Dead embers now enflamed!
A rising generation turns their face,
To the one enthroned who offers grace!
I am a stay at home mother of 5, wife of 1, who loves writing poetry and writing in general. I basically have no qualifications, but am allowed and blessed to help lead women's ministries in our Drayton Valley Alliance Church. If you want an example of God using the most unlikely of people to further his Glory I'm your girl. I offer nothing except a deep love of God and passion for his word. Which, actually if you think about it, is a lot!
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