Maketh Me Clean
Chrish is a poetry writer who loves to paint, nature and dog lover, who write for herself and happy to share it with you.
What people disired most,
A healing from physical diseases
A relief from earthly burdens
And someone to lessen their heavy daily toil
And the wants to make thy enemies suffer.
We see not the terrible diseases of our souls
That even if we speak, the breath we throw
Were like a poison to the air,
I live there, in the middle of these
Helpless throng of souls
Where some of their bodies are vanishing away
Yet not as horrible to look upon,
To witnessed these souls
It's their decaying souls that's more
Horrible and terrifying to look upon
For they cry and beg at the foot of Jesus
To heal their deep-seated physical diseases
They're hopeless and mesirable,
Their wants and begs
Are helpless to the ear
And is heartbreaking to hear.
It's not the Christ work to help you become selfish
And greedy,
It's not His work to help you build your life
In so much ambitions and lost your soul
His mission is to clean
Souls from sin, to save souls from slavery of darkness
Specially those who beg for light and those who have
Been thirst for His love and mercy
But indeed Christ loves us all and ask only
For our repentance
Most specially those lost souls
That He might see us sitting on His right side
On the day of judgement
But we are so poor in patience
And too slow in putting His words into our actions
Still, He would say put it into daily practice
And if you think you break My heart,
Who didn't? If you still can witness the fiery sun
Tomorrow this is the sign of My great patience
Maybe to few it's just another day.
But didn't we become so overwhelmed
Right before we wake up?
We feel so exhausted emotionally?
Our bones are so weak
Bloods are moving like a maple syrup
To fit in the chaos of the world
To be part of this hierarchy universe
Is so exhausting. A little farther move
It feels like I'm going to break
I hate to say that most of us live in a place
Where people are soulless
And most of them a long time ago
Forgotten that they have a heart
And oh! I sometimes happen to encounter
Them right under my nose
Silently watching their actions observing their words
Reading what hides behind their lonely eyes
I don't like to hear them say those words
But my ears are wide open
I prefer to say '' how can they be so mean? ''
And my heart just prefer to break silently
Maybe people will always be like that
It sound so sad, isn't?
But what makes the world lonelier
Is that people hate righteousness
And love sin.
The evil is working in them
It's so obvious, so much that it feels like
looking directly into thine eyes
And whispering freely into thine ears
Those who have been blind by the earthly hopes
Won't hear Him, nor can receive His merciful
Compassionate Heart
But if they'd call Him with all their heart
And in truth
And ask not for selfish desires
There's no need for cry in soul
for He hears those who call His name for repentance
And guidance to become worthy
Of His salvation
I'm a living proof, here are these people
I know what exactly the vast majority
Is asking and dying for,
Guess what? earthy pleasure
Instead of asking, oh great God bless
My longing and helpless heart
Please pardon my palsied sinful soul
I know that you are merciful
Who can maketh my sinful
Unclean and cursed soul clean.
Yet it's not what most of us ask
It isn't what few beg
We always beg for earthly ambitions
And we want more more more
Because we don't like not being praise
We fear not to fit in societies prided standards
Our ego and pride always whispering
At the back of our head saying
You need to be part of this hierarchical throng
So you can breath
And live
You need to be like them
So you can be happy
But guess what?
That's a lie.