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Date Added: January 03, 2013 16:01:29 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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"Oh" by Jake Armstrong


I remember that day
When I first saw my beautiful Savior's face
The rush of joy knowing I was forever his
It was like running through an empty field
Empty besides me and my Jesus that is.
I was bathed in His love
Washed in his blood
Oh, how wonderful it was
I also remember a darker day
When I began to stray
Walking further and further from Him
Until I could no longer see his face.
Compared to His shining beauty
I looked like a worm
Full of disease and despair
I could not let you see me
So I started to build a wall.
Carved bricks from my hardened heart
Made mortar from the mud of my soul
I built and built
Brick by Brick
Building this wall between me
And Him
It stretched as high as the mountains
And had the length of the Nile
"Finally I can be alone"...
At least for a while.
For you see
I was hidden from Him behind my horrible creation
But my Jesus called and called for me
Pleading and pleading
"Just come back to me little lamb. Though your sins have made you
scarlet, I can wash you white as snow"
I wept at his words
"No Jesus, you don't understand!
My sins are not some little stain to be
simply washed out.
They have turned my soul black
Nothing can cleanse me now"
I waited for a reply
Yet none came.
I was so relieved
Finally I could dwell in shame.
Countless time passed as I sat behind my wall
I was utterly alone
Completely abandoned
I began to get angry
So much for catching me when I fall
"So much for never forsaking me"
"So much for all those promises you said!"
You were supposed to never leave me
Yet here I am,
Almost dead
You are to blame for all my troubles
I gave you my all
And this is what I get in return?
I need you the most right now
Yet you leave me among this mess
You ignore my prayers and pleas
So I began to pray less
And less
God all I want to know
Is how You could abandon me
Abandon me without a breath of hope
I can't deal with these problems by myself
Yet you expect me to just cope
I fall on my face
My tears wet the ground
Through the midst of my pain
I hear the loveliest sound
Oh that sound I hear!
That sweet voice of Jesus
Filing my ear.
He says with a voice like roaring water
Smooth as silk
"Oh, little lamb"
You have never been alone
This was never my will!
I've been sitting here
Waiting on you to come home.
I love you my son
But I could not breach this wall
You built this barrier between us
You must be the one to make it fall
And oh little lamb
When you do
I'll still be right here
Waiting on you





Author's Notes:
I met a young man name Jake Armstrong whose father I work with. He wrote this when he was 15 years old. The poem saids it all. For I remember when I was 15 years old. and I felt the same way and maybe you did to at one time yourself.
Thank you Jake for sharing your heart and allowing me to post this to share.
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Comment By: FreeGraham Jones on January 5, 2013 06:25:21 AM Report
A truly inspiring write Dan and one to spur us all on to lead a life in his shadow ~Graham.
Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on January 4, 2013 10:53:23 AM Report

this is just amazing to read thank God for you both!!

YOur talent is just awesome!! Hugs ~ She Whispers

Comment By: FreeFirestone Feinberg on January 4, 2013 10:04:25 AM Report
Thanks to you and Jake!  This was a spiritual diary -- a journey I think all of us take at some time.  Although it is cast in the first-person, here is a universal poem.  --David
Comment By: PremiumDean on January 4, 2013 01:56:54 AM Report
A great read. Some barriers, I wish, man should have never built. So hard to make them fall. ~Dean


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