The Character and The Writer

I hear it time and time again,

Another reader fond of my poems

Although they’re personal, vulnerable and dark

Nothing but the love of Christ found within the ink I blot

May God show me mercy,

It’s been a long, tough week

Battling the anger within,

I pray and repent for all of my sin

May God reveal his masterplan,

So I may meditate on thy will

I understand why

But a martyr’s death is sweeter than a chocolate pie

For it’s a showcase of your glory,

Your presence on display,

For no greater love is this, to die in place of a friend

Jesus, Friend of sinners, let me bare the cross I fear

This would be my preference,

To be a testimony, as they dig me a grave.

Although I have my own story in mind,

I hand over the manuscript of my life,

Edit and correct, add and delete

Tweak the plot as a parable,

Your version is better than any of my fables

Turn the ink from black to red, to represent the blood of Christ

Because I am your character, and you are the author

Whatever you have written, is what I recite.

I do not write story books,

I express my sin, and all the agony and pain

It’s excruciating, and it burns, but it’s a part of me

And God is using the power of words in my poetry

So here I am God, your protagonist, your vessel praising your glory

Without you, the writer, there is no story.