Friday, June 29, 2012

Transformation that Changes

Heart trembles a little bit
Deep breath, open eyes
Can I take control of it?
"No more lies!" my heart cries as it dies.
Time to rise again from the ashes
Not of myself but of something new
Though this old heart clashes
The new one rings true
It over comes- more powerful than the old
No longer timid and weak 
Instead powerful and bold
But also humble and meek
For it is no longer myself I seek
But something different than before
Lustful passions can be overcome
No longer am I undone
But I am won with a loving victorious cry
"YOU ARE MINE!"
So I will be Thine
I will entwine
my everyday life with the mandates
of Your commands
Forgive me that the desires of my old self
slither back and posion my heart
But I let it
though I regret it
But again You call me back to you
"My child, my child, don't play this game.
You are Mine, My Own, My Beloved."
You say it with love and no condemnation
Though I deserve devastation and damnation
You took my death sentence  
and You gave me life I could never even dream of
my life of hideous solitude
became community and unity by a multitude
I was the walking dead
But now I am a flying phoneix
Burning with passion for my Savior and Redeemer
You loved me
An enemy who hated you with sterile apathy
You transformed me into a compassionate symphony
It rings over and over in my head
No longer am I dead!
I am enslaved no more
I am prone to forget
Finite, fickle head
So clean my heart of its venomous lead
Fill it with the love that moves mountains
Joy that overflows fountains
Peace that circulates pure rivers
Patience that waits with care
Kindess that I can share
Goodness that only comes from you
Faithfulness in all that I do
Gentleness in all I hope to be
Self-control that disciplines me 
I was never these things on my own
I am Yours
And You are my home


2 comments:

  1. Kaitlyn, you write so beautifully! It means a lot to me to be able to see your heart and see how you are working through some of the things we talk about. The words you used though, hating with sterile apathy, are really convicting. I don't often think of hating and apathy as compatible, but apathy towards God is the same as, or worse than burning hatred (think revelations and the luke-warm church!) and it is so easy to fall into! Thank you for sharing this poem.

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  2. Thank you, dear friend, for your encouragement and sweet heart :) It truly is only by God's grace and is Him working in my heart.

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