A Reason to Shout

 

Touch me God, mold me

Use me to do your will

Through all my trials and tribulations

You comforted me by saying

"Peace, Be Still"

 

When I was very weak and weary

You lifted me up and carried me

When I was blind and would not see

You opened my eyes, you set me free

 

You are my joy and my strength

In times of trouble you are my rock

You calm my fears, vanquish my tears

I anchor my boat to your spiritual dock

 

I bow in love and humble adoration

As your mighty power spreads across the nation

I lift my voice to you in praise

And will worship you for the rest of my days

 

Bless me all week Lord for I know I will sin

Sometimes as many days as all seven

Keep me safe from Satan’s den

And grant me my eternal place in heaven

 

Use me Lord, I place my pen in your hand

Give me your good news and I’ll send

It throughout the land

With the guidance of Jesus I relate to you my story

For once upon a time I was in doubt

But now I give him all the glory

Author's Note

My car was stolen last night, so I am going through one of those trials. I know that the Lord is with me and will see me through. Hope you enjoy the poem.

Reviews

[C.T. Bailey]

Oh Angela....what an encouragment you offer the reader. This is a fine write and every word is filled with the Christian passion for service to the kingdom. As you endure your trials, I am reminded of Malachi 3:2-3. We must remember that the metal of our Christianity will be tempered through trial. You are remarkable for remembering God your creator in your times of trouble rather than seeking the advice of mere men.

Critically, I would offer a couple of items that you may consider if you like. In stanza three, the meter gets a little tripped up in line 4 (not really bad however) You might consider a revision such as this:

"You God, are my joy and my strength
In troubling times you are my rock-
Calming my fears, vanquishing my tears;
My boat anchored to your spiritual dock"

Again in stanza five the wording seemed to get a little forced. You might consider this:

"Knowing this week will bring more sin-
Bless me father each day times seven,
That I may not enter into Satan's den;
That I shall be granted a place in heaven"

The last stanza seemed to break the flow and meter of the whole piece. I took a chance and I offer you this possible rendering:

"Lord, use my pen, it's in your hand-
Faithfully, your good news I will send-
May it reach the nations of every land;
Guided by Jesus - my talent to lend.

Now I have know no reason to doubt;
God was with me through life's story-
Of his Gospel I shall praise and shout,
Because now I give him all of the glory"


Really, your piece is exceptional as it is. Poetry is subjective to the writer....and the reader. I love this piece and you have inspired me to continue writing more Christian pieces.
Bless you my little sister...
Your friend,
Todd

[Michael X]

Angela, this is beeautiful and well written as well as the aspect of praise and
worship, filled with a sense of graceful adoration, your passionate words sing
across the pages and the imagery, expression, creativeness is beautifully presented
in form and depth, written with honesty, sincerity and truth, loved it.

[Dani California]

I'm so sorry to hear about your car Angela :(

This is such an inspiring write!! I felt its momentum pick up and lift me all the way through... a truly wonderful poem!! Ah, my friend, you are special indeed.

Yes, He will see you through!

[Ralphy]

This is a beautiful poem dedicated to God. I love the way you wrote it. It flows so wonderfully and I know that if something like this was decicated to me I would be so stuck with tears I would flood your bath. I enjoyed your poem very much...Nice write

[J. James Reider]

It is a very moving poem. Sorry to hear about your car. That leaves such a vile feeling in the pit of your stomach.

I liked your rhyme scheme. It was not repetitive but it still flowed well. Great job (: