I call this Poem "Complications of Another Day" I think that is not the title it should have. Complications = something I deal with, a lot. I think some of it is caused by the learning disability. Another day = Every day has it's own share of trials.
Please don't bring me down,
Give me what lifts me up ...
This is why the Lord told to me toss you off.
Your always down, and it's bringing me down with you.
Oh how I wish you really knew, that you can fly.
I often wonder what is on the inside of you.
Oh how I trusted you.
Your someone I felt like I never really knew.
I pray and think about things a lot. But often I only see the walls... Then I read some of your stuff and it all seems so complicated. Scripture verses, mixed and matched up, and as you try and turn the bible on it's ear, as though somehow this will make you understand it better. Perhaps it does help you understand it better. But for me, reading some of this stuff either makes me realize that either I understand it less, or you all are just making fools out of scripture? I mean why would God make things so complicated?
I've often run into people, that at first seem to be my friends. But then things get really complicated. This all starts when our scripture philosophies starts to cross. Of course this is the main reason why we have so many different denominations. People (Christians) for one reason or another just don't agree.
This poem is about how, many Christians abandoned me. The first paragraph is written from the perspective of someone who is reading or talking to me. They are frustrated with me, because I'm not understanding what it is they are either trying to tell me, or I haven't done what it is that they suggested I do. One time a person said to me "God told me not to talk to you anymore" The second Paragraph is about how I felt when they said that to me. I wonder if God really told them that, or was they just going on their own feelings? At any rate, it caused two people who was good online friends for almost a year and half to split up. And one time we tried to make things right with each other. But we just ended up splitting again. I used to pray for this person, but the urges for my prayer for them, stopped after the second time we split. It's like something inside changed. Now I just don't care about them. What changed?
Looking back, whenever I talked with this person, I felt like my life had hope in it. And it inspired me. But after we broke apart, I felt Hope go down the drain. And depression really set in. The events that followed, drove me into depression which lasted for nearly 3 years.
As you just read from me: In the light of things. Was this an act of God? or of Satan?
- G2G, Monday April 19th, 2010