Who’s Believing?

My Friend Grace shared a poem that she had written. Consider this …

Grace is 15 years old …

We need young people who can speak of Christianity … with sincerity and from personal experience …

A Book and The Soul 

A Book upon a nightstand,

    The cover was ripped and torn. 

A head upon the pillow, 

    The soul was weary and worn. 

The Book sat unopened, 

     The soul lay, untouched. 

For lies and bitterness, this soul held, 

     To its heart, it tightly clutched. 

A voice, loud and demanding, 

     Telling the soul to quit. 

Another voice, soft and soothing, 

   Saying this: “My child, you are a perfect fit. 

I love you more than you can know, 

   And I love you through life and death. 

I gave My Son for you, 

   For you, soul, He gave His last breath. 

He did so that I may keep you with Me, 

   So do not fret and do not despair.

Even when times are hard, I love you, 

   Even when nights are long, I am always there.”

A Book in two hands, 

   The words bright and clear. 

A soul in torment, 

    The soul clutched tight to fear. 

A soothing voice, a whisper,

    The Comforter came to say, 

“I love you my child, 

    Upon My shoulder, your burden lay.” 

A Book upon a nightstand, 

   The cover was ripped and worn. 

A soul light, its burden lifted, 

   The soul was no longer torn. 

The Book was used throughout the day, 

    The soul carried around peace. 

Truth, God given truth, it also carried, 

     The Deceiver’s voice had ceased.