Friday, January 24, 2014

Metamorphosis Poem

Metamorphosis
Written by Reggie 

I decided for a change. 
         
                   A caterpillar eats and grows, so that it may transform
                   Into a butterfly, its wings so beautifully adorn.
                   It’s such a sight that its creator must be proud
                   Of His imagination so extravagantly profound.

          I too desire for His most worthy of attention.

                    In order to obtain, I must take my daily bread of the living gospel
                   I too must grow in spirit and become like an apostle.
                   I strive to praise Him, who is most high,
                   And to truly be the brightest apple in his eye.

          For this is my word from here on out,

                   That I never forget my Glory, Glory, and God Almighty.
                   Never again will I take this world’s evil lightly.
                   In order to please my Lord and through Him be glorious,

                  This is my metamorphosis.

The end except it's really the beginning of something great. This poem is one of the very few things I've written that means something to me. It's pretty special. I feel like it represents all the things I didn't know how to do before like bowing down to make God greater. I've reached recognition that as a human being it is my sole purpose is to worship God. There is no way I could feel content without praise and worship for my creator. It's in my design. How could I ignore that any longer? 

I encourage you to dig deep down inside and find something that is special to you about your relationship with God then write something down about it. It doesn't have to rhyme or even be poetic. It just has to be genuine. Something that will make you smile when you happen upon it in the future. 

Seriously, try it! And have a blessed night ; ) 

1 comment:

  1. some very wonderful thoughts.
    you are growing in your christian faith and I am very proud of you
    Love
    Mimi

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