"murderer" poems - Hello Poetry

Grace. Let it fall like an ocean Let it rip through the skies Let it fill up my heart and pour out my eyes Let it gravitate my soul Let it make me feel whole Let it remind me of why I live Let it remind me of all that you give! Grace Let my heart be made still and let mine eyes be opened! Let me remember that my ears were made to listen And my lips exist for a lot more than just kissin' Let me remember that these hands simply cannot do it all Cuz see I wasn't made for that I wasn't made for that at all Grace I was made to live and when I say live I think I mean give But then I quickly realize I can only give so much! And there's only so many lives I can touch! Well how can I love if I can't constantly give And how can I live if I can't constantly love but Where's the hope in the God above if I'm the one doin' all the work? And that's when I remember I accomplish the most when I just let go And let You grab hold Grace Well what were these hands made for if not feeding the poor? And what are these heart-wrenching feelings of constantly wanting more? Why do my bones ache and my soul quake at the thought Of living for myself? Why do I worry so much about putting the marginalized on the shelf? Why do I worry about a life that loves hell? Well maybe all this is an unidentified desire to glorify God personified in Jesus Christ crucified Grace And maybe my soul's been singin' songs to my saviour since the day I was born And maybe my saviour's been singin' sweet lullabies to quench the fear in my eyes Maybe not all is lost Maybe hope and salvation really come without cost WELL TRY AND TELL THAT TO THE MAN LIVIN' ON THE STREET WITH NOTHIN' TO EAT an' TELL THAT TO THE CHILD WHOSE FATHER GIVES HIM A DAILY BEATING TELL THE MURDERER'S AND RAPISTS THAT THEY CAN GO FREE TELL THEIR VICTIMS... Tell them what? Grace Maybe it's time I remembered I don't have all the answers Maybe it's time I remembered I am a speck of dust in a rolling beach of existence Maybe it's time I look at what's right in front of me And not strain my neck as far as the eye can see Maybe it's time to focus on living and not just surviving Maybe thriving looks more like trusting than trying Maybe all the answers to my questions aren't really answers at all Maybe it's alright that my walk sometimes feels like a crawl Maybe 100% of the wrongs I do are all my fault Grace Maybe God's lookin' at me like a child set free Maybe God's not lookin' at who I used to be Maybe God's lookin' right past all the bitterness and apathy Maybe God really does look at the heart And maybe He's been holding mine from the very start Maybe this is all going according to plan and if it's not well then maybe God's still using it to help me become a better man Maybe it's time I stopped trying to figure all this out! Grace Let it be felt Tangibly

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Sep 22, 2012

Sep 22, 2012 at 8:56 PM UTC

isaac-golle

Grace (Spoken Word)

Grace. Let it fall like an ocean Let it rip through the skies Let it fill up my heart and pour out my eyes Let it gravitate my soul Let it make me feel whole Let it remind me of why I live Let it remind me of all that you give! Grace Let my heart be made still and let mine eyes be opened! Let me remember that my ears were made to listen And my lips exist for a lot more than just kissin' Let me remember that these hands simply cannot do it all Cuz see I wasn't made for that I wasn't made for that at all Grace I was made to live and when I say live I think I mean give But then I quickly realize I can only give so much! And there's only so many lives I can touch! Well how can I love if I can't constantly give And how can I live if I can't constantly love but Where's the hope in the God above if I'm the one doin' all the work? And that's when I remember I accomplish the most when I just let go And let You grab hold Grace Well what were these hands made for if not feeding the poor? And what are these heart-wrenching feelings of constantly wanting more? Why do my bones ache and my soul quake at the thought Of living for myself? Why do I worry so much about putting the marginalized on the shelf? Why do I worry about a life that loves hell? Well maybe all this is an unidentified desire to glorify God personified in Jesus Christ crucified Grace And maybe my soul's been singin' songs to my saviour since the day I was born And maybe my saviour's been singin' sweet lullabies to quench the fear in my eyes Maybe not all is lost Maybe hope and salvation really come without cost WELL TRY AND TELL THAT TO THE MAN LIVIN' ON THE STREET WITH NOTHIN' TO EAT an' TELL THAT TO THE CHILD WHOSE FATHER GIVES HIM A DAILY BEATING TELL THE MURDERER'S AND RAPISTS THAT THEY CAN GO FREE TELL THEIR VICTIMS... Tell them what? Grace Maybe it's time I remembered I don't have all the answers Maybe it's time I remembered I am a speck of dust in a rolling beach of existence Maybe it's time I look at what's right in front of me And not strain my neck as far as the eye can see Maybe it's time to focus on living and not just surviving Maybe thriving looks more like trusting than trying Maybe all the answers to my questions aren't really answers at all Maybe it's alright that my walk sometimes feels like a crawl Maybe 100% of the wrongs I do are all my fault Grace Maybe God's lookin' at me like a child set free Maybe God's not lookin' at who I used to be Maybe God's lookin' right past all the bitterness and apathy Maybe God really does look at the heart And maybe He's been holding mine from the very start Maybe this is all going according to plan and if it's not well then maybe God's still using it to help me become a better man Maybe it's time I stopped trying to figure all this out! Grace Let it be felt Tangibly