There is a cry in my heart
What’s happened to this generation of ours?
Why all this indifference in young adults?
What example are giving to our teenagers?
Why do we forsake our precious genitors?

There is a weeping in my heart
We are just so utterly self centered
Not wanting to leave our comfort zones
Making resolutions for the end of lockdown
But will we indeed have the compassion?

There’s an incomprehensible ache in my heart
Tears of agony wake me up nightly
Believing I feel just a tiny part
Of our Savior’s heart for the lost
When will we feel the Lord’s heartbeat?

Waiting for his time
Hoping beyond all hope
Yelling aforetime His victory

Aborting all negative thoughts
Laughing at apparent defeat
Labouring for the Kingdom

Tasting His sweet presence
Holding fast to promises
Identifying the enemies’ tactics
Studying His wonderful Word

Silencing the inconsiderate remarks
Unearthing His precious pearls
Finding the hidden positives
Focussing fully on Him
Energizing ourselves in prayer
Rising above our feelings
Improving our daily lives
Nestling in His arms
Giving everything to Him

Oh to draw close to you
To hear your heartbeat
To listen to that silent cry
Above these tumultuous times

Oh I hear Your incessant pleas
Don’t you hear them?
Time is running out so fast
Seconds only to midnight

I implore you to forgo agendas
And to please listen
This is not just another poem
Jesus is calling you

I want you close to me
I need your time
To reach out to the lost
Calling them through you

You must not forsake your calling
It is too important
It can effect your eternal destiny
Draw close to me

I love you so much
Don’t ignore my call please

As I sit waiting
Many people pass me by
As I watch

I see an innocent child
Full of life budding with excitement
Your entire lifetime stretches out before you
Do not waste it on useless frivolities
Jesus loves you, Child

As I consider
I see an assertive teenager
He has it all under control
He is master of his own life
He needs nothing – he needs no one
Jesus loves you, Teen

As I muse
I see a worried father
He is concerned about his family
Will he provide enough for his children?
Every man for himself, no one cares
Jesus loves you, Father

As I observe
I see an overburdened mother
Forever trying to make ends meet
Busy with all those monotonous daily tasks
Leading a hectic life – no free time
Jesus loves you, Mother

As I survey
I see a solitary one
She seems lost – looking for hope
She’s on her own – very lonely indeed
She thinks she lives a meaningless life
Jesus loves you, Single

As I ponder
I see an old grandmother
Her eyes have a distant gaze
You must have had a rich life
No one is interested in it now
Jesus loves you, Grandma

As I meditate
I see an elderly gentleman
His forehead lined with deep wrinkles
Your life is packed full of experiences
No one has time for you anymore
Jesus loves you, Grandpa

As I sit waiting
Many people pass me by
What are their destinies?
My people need the Lord
Will you go and tell them?

What will happen when we come out of Lockdown?
Lockdown for some was just another of life’s frustrations
Frustrations demanding a return to life as it was
But it will never be the same!

Did we take the time for some deep introspection?
Introspection into our busy agendas and our important priorities
Priorities demanding our time over our family and friends
But this time wasted is forever gone!

How do we get back to our first love?
Love needing to find that secret place of prayer
Prayer that will sincerely seeks the heart of God
But this requires much time and sacrifice!

Is there anyone willing to draw closer to hear?
Hear God’s heartbeat and compassion for the unsaved
Unsaved because none will agonize for their lost souls
How must we continually break God’s heart!

His patience does have an end
How I fear for those who will not hear

We need more power
Power to be disciplined
Disciplined to be focussed
Focussed to walk on

We need to be anxious
Anxious for more power
Power to become saints
Saints witnessing new life

We need to hunger
Hunger after your word
Word of total victory
Victory overcoming all evil

We need to believe
Believe to see glory
Glory to exalt You
You are Lord Jesus

The Lord has His own time
To some, it seems a lifetime.
Feeling the heat of its refinery,
And then pondering its hidden mystery,
Can only lead to utter frustration.
But, Oh Lord Jesus, when the manifestation?

Suffocated by the constraints of time,
I am tired, waiting for primetime.
Killing time, killing time, while waiting…
But why? But I am trusting…
My understanding of all, becoming dim,
Praise Him, I must, in the interim

Standing on the edge of time,
And silently, patiently, waiting for mine.
Seeing windows open wide to favour,
Smelling, feeling and tasting its savour,
Perceiving the victory on the horizon,
Testifying, before the time, to Him alone.