"Therefore, whether you eat or drink, or whatever you do, do all to the glory of God." 1 Corinthians 10:31

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

No Mistake

Do not mistake tripping with falling,
Nor turning with walking away
Do not think that night-time means no more tomorrow's
Or that something that's dropped has been thrown far away.

Do not confuse now with forever,
Don't think that you're far beyond hope,
Hold fast to faith you rely on,
Even if it's the end of your rope.

Though your eyes may be blinded with heartache,
From what you have seen yourself do,
Though your hands may seem soiled and spotted,
You will find all His promises true.

In the end all our crimes will be banished,
Far away and unseen, all forgotten.
The price paid by our heavenly Savior,
The one, God's true only begotten.

At the end of your strength and your reason,
When the wealth of yourself is full spent,
When you can't see the sky through the clouds in your eyes,
Trust in Him, turn from sin and repent.


by. Jonathan Evan Schaefer
5/31/2011

Monday, January 3, 2011

Another Poem, sort of sad.

I wrote this when thinking of Christians struggling against sin and how it can seem so hard sometimes.

Returning to Shackles

How often have I sat and wondered?
How often have I cried?
How often does my soul remind me
of the day it died?

How can I trace the tragic path
that led me to this state
Can I retract the words and deeds
that forged this sorry fate?

I feel I'm trapped inside a maze,
a labyrinth of lies.
Not doing what I want to do,
but that which I despise.

For so long I've watched convictions fail,
I've seen me turn astray.
With these hands I've broken every vow
I'd promised to obey.

How can I claim the promise now?
How can I still insist?
When the chains of slavery I shed,
are still upon my wrists?

by. me
12/21/10