A Most Horrific State
On a recent trip I ran into an old friend who had experienced some challenges with his health and family. In a wearisome tone he accepted his plight….a life without much zeal, purpose or hope.
I heard things like, “What can you say?”…..”I don’t know…”…..”It is what it is…”
There he was….a wandering, broken life in a broken world.
I felt both loss and emptiness as I drove away. It saddens me that depression and despair seem so prevalent today. After our visit the first line of this poem emerged and I knew it was for God. I pray for him, myself and others who, at times or seasons, have lost hope.
It is a most horrific state
To see a life with promise great
Fail to reach the golden rim
Where promise and rich life reside
Now destined to no more abide
Where God ordained the life to be
Now sheltered by some sullen plea
An emptiness without a home
A spirit dark now set to roam
A world where grim and lifeless ones
All face despair yet never run
To the One who changes all
Yet, frozen still as spirits call
To the one so lost in pain
He forfeits life and never gains
The love and beauty so ordained
A life not known and now in chains.
Oh turn to Christ, to heaven’s breath
And seek His joy before your death.
Come and know your destiny.
Come and bow on bended knee
And He will fill your lonely halls
With peace and joy that have no walls