Why did I choose,
this Christian life?
It's brought me nothing,
but pain and strife.
I wish I knew,
what I was getting into.
All people say,
I do is gripe.
So why did I,
leave as a slave,
to wonder no where,
for forty years?
At least before,
I knew my fate.
Now it seems,
there is no destination near.
I was tricked,
into becoming a Christian.
Sure, I know,
I'll make it to Heaven one day.
Still, no one told me,
it would be this hard.
Now I see,
more work than ever,
with absolutely no pay.
Will I ever,
get to rest?
Will I ever have peace?
What is the point,
in reading the Bible?
Of course I pray,
but what about me?
Sigh...
So I will,
obey the Lord,
but I will do it with a grudge.
I will live life bitterly,
and nothing will make me budge.
- Authors: Dion P. Crown (Pseudonym)
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- Finished: July 13th, 2019 03:30
- Limit: 6 stanzas
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- Comment from author about the poem: This piece was written for those who claim to be Christians and believers in Christ who often complain. Many, people claim to have Jesus, but have very little faith. They live their lives complaining about how hard it is to live the Christian life. They often live in bitterness and fear. Work as if you are working unto the Lord. Jesus will give those who are tired rest. He will give you peace. Persistence is key
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Comments1
Mmmm choices and free will ..what we sow we reap ...deep thoughts here🌹
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