Vines // a poem

Another poem I wrote a few years ago, and an accompanying drawing!

My brain is wrecked, my heart is hollow
Dwelling on the idols I’ve been trying to follow
I listen to them quarrel and fight in my head,
Hungry and greedy for a place on my throne
In theory, Christ’s throne
But it’s become mine

I can almost hear them shouting at me
“Come here, my friend, my devotee!”
So many times I’ve listened to that voice
And let them whisk me into their world
That corrupted world
Of corrupted vanity

They’re almost like vines that climb and invade
They block out the Sun; the light shrinks and fades
They form a blanket of thick, choking shadow
The weak are entangled in these evil vines
I’m bound by the vines
That I grew myself

I struggle, I scream, I fight back the darkness
But my breath is snuffed out, and my movement is useless
I feel the hope draining away from my heart
As I think I must have failed on my calling
I hear the Lord calling
Crying out to me

I hear His voice, but he seems so far away
Beneath all the vines that snuff out the day
I yearn to be free and rush to his arms,
But the vines only tighten, the more I try
“What’s the point?” says I
“I love you,” says God

Upon hearing those words, my heart comes to life
The vines fall away as if slashed with a knife
Tears steam down my face, blood flows through my veins
I’m alive, because of the sovereign God who loves me
He loves me
Like I love him

His genuine grace, his perfect sacrifice
His infinite wisdom, they more than suffice
For the searching and hungry and thirsty and lost
Because He is true, He is real and He is there
He is there
And his love is

My brain is tranquil, my heart is at ease
As God takes my hand and brings me to peace
Joy, light, and peace

/ / / / /

Upon hearing those words, my heart comes to life
The vines fall away as if slashed with a knife

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