I posted a Christmas poem entitled A Hectic Silent Night a month or so ago. If you missed it you can find it here: http://www.ryanjdoughan.com/blog/a-hectic-silent-night I received so much positive feedback on it that I thought I would share another with you.
There are so many things about the nature of an infinite God that my finite human mind struggles to grasp. This poem is a snapshot of this struggling represented by a few biblical examples. Let me know your thoughts, and enjoy.
Wrestling the Almighty
By Ryan Doughan
Ezra sent away the children.
He sent away the wives.
Intermarriage—not God’s plan.
But what about their lives?
Ezra weeps. The people weep.
But God demands perfection.
Still, what about those babies—their chief crime, their birth.
Grace is lacking—Judgment found—and where is God’s protection?
So many unanswered questions,
defining right and wrong.
A gray twine of joy and sorrow,
leaving silence of the absent song.
But sin requires payment.
All debts due before we close.
So come along now, come along.
A man must reap all that he sows.
The Magi went to Herod,
and told him all they knew.
A King is born—let’s worship.
Yet, the little boys he slew.
God sustains—Jesus escapes--
but, what of Bethlehem’s babies?
Ruined families. Murdered kids.
Are these my God’s decrees?
So many unanswered questions,
defining right and wrong.
A gray twine of joy and sorrow,
leaving silence of the absent song.
But sin requires payment.
All debts due before we close.
So come along now, come along.
A man must reap all that he sows.
Habakkuk cries for answers,
And I’ll mimic in his stance.
Where, oh God’s your presence?
Sin and death have claimed this Earthly dance.
My name is God, you said to me,
Perhaps you’ve heard of all I’ve done.
My plan is for my glory--
New Heavens—New Earth—all paid for by the Son
So many unanswered questions,
Defining right and wrong.
A gray twine of joy and sorrow,
Leaving silence of the absent song.
But sin requires payment.
All debts were paid before Christ closed.
So come along now, come along,
for God will reap all that he sows.
There you have it, some ponderings on things I can’t always grasp. I’d love to hear your thoughts. Please leave a comment. Also, if you would like to receive more poems along with writing updates and giveaways for my upcoming novel MIST FALCON—BOOK ONE OF THE WARRIOR POET ARCHIVES, I’d love to have you sign up on the right.
There are so many things about the nature of an infinite God that my finite human mind struggles to grasp. This poem is a snapshot of this struggling represented by a few biblical examples. Let me know your thoughts, and enjoy.
Wrestling the Almighty
By Ryan Doughan
Ezra sent away the children.
He sent away the wives.
Intermarriage—not God’s plan.
But what about their lives?
Ezra weeps. The people weep.
But God demands perfection.
Still, what about those babies—their chief crime, their birth.
Grace is lacking—Judgment found—and where is God’s protection?
So many unanswered questions,
defining right and wrong.
A gray twine of joy and sorrow,
leaving silence of the absent song.
But sin requires payment.
All debts due before we close.
So come along now, come along.
A man must reap all that he sows.
The Magi went to Herod,
and told him all they knew.
A King is born—let’s worship.
Yet, the little boys he slew.
God sustains—Jesus escapes--
but, what of Bethlehem’s babies?
Ruined families. Murdered kids.
Are these my God’s decrees?
So many unanswered questions,
defining right and wrong.
A gray twine of joy and sorrow,
leaving silence of the absent song.
But sin requires payment.
All debts due before we close.
So come along now, come along.
A man must reap all that he sows.
Habakkuk cries for answers,
And I’ll mimic in his stance.
Where, oh God’s your presence?
Sin and death have claimed this Earthly dance.
My name is God, you said to me,
Perhaps you’ve heard of all I’ve done.
My plan is for my glory--
New Heavens—New Earth—all paid for by the Son
So many unanswered questions,
Defining right and wrong.
A gray twine of joy and sorrow,
Leaving silence of the absent song.
But sin requires payment.
All debts were paid before Christ closed.
So come along now, come along,
for God will reap all that he sows.
There you have it, some ponderings on things I can’t always grasp. I’d love to hear your thoughts. Please leave a comment. Also, if you would like to receive more poems along with writing updates and giveaways for my upcoming novel MIST FALCON—BOOK ONE OF THE WARRIOR POET ARCHIVES, I’d love to have you sign up on the right.