Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Friday, July 11, 2008

School Daze


"Some say school is cool.
Others say school's a duel.
Addition and Grammar fighting to be,
The highest priority inside of me.
Kicking and wrestling tryin' to be heard,
Yet all I hear is something absurd!
All that info piled in my brain,
Starts to leak like a rusty ol' drain.
And when it's time for that notorious test
My brain starts to flutter. It won't take a rest.
The question before me is 1 x 3.
My brain reels
And then squeals.
'It couldn't be three
That's to easy you see.'
So my brain spits then sputters.
My pencil burns rubber,
and there before me the answer stands.
There it is between my hands.
'1 x 3 = funnery fun x - y = lay not lie'
It's a rather long answer, but only right.
For what my brain tells me that do I write."


Thursday, July 10, 2008

Dying to Self

We started going through this poem Tuesday in youth group. we split up into groups during the week and found scripture to back up each stanza! Wow! What an amazing poem! And how truly hard it is to die to ourselves! Praise the Lord He helps us! Anyways, here's the poem, "Dying to Self" by Bill Britton:

"When you are forgotten, neglected, or purposely set at naught, and you don't sting or hurt with the oversight, but your heart is happy being counted worthy to suffer for Christ;
That is dying to self.

When your good is evil spoken of, when your wishes are crossed, your advice disregarded, your opinion ridiculed, and you refuse to let anger rise in your heart or even defend yourself, but take it all in patient, loving silence;
That is dying to self.

When you lovingly and patiently bear any disorder, any irregularity, any annoyance; when you can stand face to face with waste, folly, extravagance, spiritual insensibility, and endure it as Jesus did;
That is dying to self.

When you are content with any food, and offering, any raiment, any climate, any society, any solitude, any interruption by the will of God;
That is dying to self.

When you never care to refer to yourself in conversation or record your own good works or itch after commendation, when you can truly love to be unknown;
That is dying to self.

When you can see your brother prosper and have his needs met, and can honestly rejoice with him in spirit and feel no envy, nor question God, while your own needs are far greater and you are in desperate circumstances;
That is dying to self.

When you can receive correction and reproof from one of less stature than yourself and can humbly submit, inwardly as well as outwardly, finding no rebellion or resentment rising up within your heart;
That is dying to self."


We finish going through it next week... so I'll have to write what everyone says about it :)