C.H. Spurgeon

Sinners, let me address you with words of life; Jesus wants nothing from you, nothing whatsoever, nothing done, nothing felt; he gives both work and feeling. Ragged, penniless, just as you are, lost, forsaken, desolate, with no good feelings, and no good hopes, still Jesus comes to you, and in these words of pity he addresses you, "Him that cometh unto me I will in no wise cast out."

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Monday, March 05, 2007

Letting Go (Part 1)

Lost and so afraid, a child sits all alone
In the pouring rain, far away from home
No dad – No mom – Only clinging to one’s self
Barely holding on to life, so very close to death
The body tired and so worn out, unhappy and distressed
Not even strength enough to move, a struggle for each breath
Eyes closed shut from pure exhaustion, head so full of pain
Arms marked up with tracks of needles, clothes are torn and stained

It really wasn’t long ago, that things were not this way
A warm and loving family and home cooked meals each day
Rebellion came within the child, to make a dare decision
More was waiting out there for them; to leave home was their mission
Dad and mom didn’t understand, and neither did the preacher
The world would gladly welcome them, so who needed schools and teachers
Plenty of others had gone before, and gladly showed the way
For through the words of longtime friends, a soul was led astray

So now it’s come to this – hungry, cold, and afraid
For where have all the friends gone to – some moved, some passed away
The joy of freedom, where is it – which once was solely sought
Has disappeared without a trace, and seems all hope is lost
How a touch or familiar voice, is anxiously awaited
The faintest hope, a desperate wish, with family to be reacquainted
If only they could see them now, surely they would know
They wish that they had clung before, instead of Letting Go.

10/5/ 2000

Richard asks us, "To Know Him"
Bro. Szekely asks us to meet his, "Sister, Wisdom"


RC said...

Did you know that I own the complete reference to all of Shakespeare's folio including his sonnets (poetry)?

I've also enjoyed Edna St. Vincent Malay, Matthew Arnold, and W.B. Yeats.

Would you mind a fan of the art to critique your own or should I desist?

Writer, Splinters of Silver.com said...

RC cola,

If you consider yourself a professor and are considering my poetry for publication, please indeed send me your critique. :)

May I have my own style, one yet different from these? May I have the freedom to write, as you have freedom to read?

I haven't seen any posted at your blog...hmm...

Good thing I know you. lol

rc said...

I'll take your comment as a cease and desist.

I don't enjoy writing poetry. I have in the past and even had some published in very minor publications, as well as some short stories. I much prefer to read.

But why wait on someone else to publish it? If you believe it is wonderful the way it is, then publish it yourself.

as well as others...

Writer, Splinters of Silver.com said...


Hahaha, It's not that I think my writings are all that great, I believe they convey my thoughts at the time, and I don't really push them to be published.

I do have a 3-5 that have been put into a poetry booklet, but I don't believe them to be household names. lol

I don't mind the critic - who knows - maybe one day people will be memorizing my work. :)

John Bunyan

To be saved is to be preserved in the faith to the end. 'He that shall endure unto the end, the same shall be saved.' (Mt. 24:13) Not that perseverance is an accident in Christianity, or a thing performed by human industry; they that are saved 'are kept by the power of God, through faith unto salvation.' (1 Pet. 1: 3-6) But perseverance is absolutely necessary to the complete saving of the soul…. He that goeth to sea with a purpose to arrive at Spain, cannot arrive there if he be drowned by the way; wherefore perseverance is absolutely necessary to the saving of the soul.