As you walk around the earth I dare you to believe
that there is nothing more than what you can see
See it is impossible to think that the birds are for birds
and trees are for trees
But rather, as a monkey swings,
nature sings glory glory to the kings of kings
And what about me?
Am I made for Xbox and TV?
To bask in the glory of every retweet?
To see how many honors and awards I can achieve… for me?
NO… I was made in the image of something greater!
The created for the creator
My soul would be a mirror
So a stranger could see clearer
The reflection of my God, who Satan fears.
If an infant just mentions the king Satan will flea.
The weakest of human beings and Satan will flea?
How encouraging that God is on my team!
Yes he is on my team!
The God who created the stars and the sea, and he knows me by Reid.
Reid an imperfect being.
People would run away if they could see how I think?
Yet God still chose me…
So what will it be?
Will I live for man or eternity?
Man lives for now
While eternity lives forever
Man is a China Town knock-off
Eternity is real leather!
Man teaches hate
While eternity teaches love
Love is patient, love is kind, love is bound to no timeline.
Just like God… God is love.
And to love others is to show Him
That God loved us so much he would not stand for sin to win.
So let me be a tree
That isn’t here for me.
But to show your glory and majesty
That I reach for you always
And create seeds that spread in the breeze
so I can plant more trees who reach for the King.
So with all that I am and all that I have…
I will shout the name of my heavenly Dad…
Who knows when I will die since before my birth
O, Lord, Our, Lord, how majestic is
your name in all the earth!
There is a lot of truth in this poem. What were you created to do? Are you satisfied with where you are going? I could add my opinion in at this point but I would rather you just reread that poem and be open to what the Lord wants to say to you.
That is a poem my brother wrote. I cannot help but reread this poem over and over again. The credit does not go to Reid but rather to God for using Reid to write this. Cool things happen when we use our gifts and talents for a something greater than ourselves.