Idols

This poem is a reflection on a sermon I heard at InterVarsity's Red River Region chapter camp last week. The chorus of 'In Christ Alone' was really central in my thoughts as I wrote this!

Idols

Gustave Dor, Depiction of Satan c. 1866 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I gotta give the devil his due

Cuz he's done all he could to stop me comin to you

Startin out the gates he was playin his hand

He was gettin at me heavily

By getting at my family

My mom and dad used Gods name like a fad

But only drugs or drinks ever made them glad

Eight years old took my breath away and

What I saw then still scars me today

My dad was stone cold, throwin down in the ring

My mom couldn't get a breath even to scream

Four years of abuse and they finally divorce

Would you believe I hated mom, and begged for her hearse?

Shed scream, she'd yell, we'd fight every night

But then I hated my dad when I learned of his plight

His step daughter was twelve, my big sister by blood,

When dad started things that can't be spoken of

With a mom who always fights and a pedophile dad

All I was in life was hurt, angry and sad

All I learned to do as a teen was quit

Quit school, quit jobs, always quit in a fit

You can see where idols came in from the start

Problems with others, and a thorn in my heart

Satan did his work, prolly thought he had won

But the thing he can't get around is love from the Son

No power of hell, no schemes of man

Could ever pluck me from his hand

til he returns, or calls me home

Here in the power of Christ, I'll stand

Found some friends at a school I didn't even go to

Loved God with their hearts, and with their lives too

God laid claim, and he stole my whole heart

Then they showed me how to do that living part

Idols still sneak in, take up my time

Creepin around without reason or rhyme

Ive worshiped em all, I'm the worst since the fall

Supposed to be running but I'm stuck at a crawl

Idols Idols Idols around

I build them up, they tear me down

I tems I want and items I have

D uties that cut my worship in half

O thers like friends, girls, and family

L ongings like thinks I want done for me

S uffering that should bring me to my knees

But even in rebellion, I know that I'm free

Cuz to free me from sin, God came for me

No power of hell, no schemes of man

Could ever pluck me from his hand

til he returns, or calls me home

Here in the power of Christ, I'll stand

Posted in Landscaping Post Date 04/26/2015