The Angry Christian a poem from 2010

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The Angry Christian
Roaring and Raging




A raging roar, a raging roar it is the noise that does soar.
A noise so profane, so loud, it comes from your mouth this raging roar.



Hindering any work as the rage prevents any from coming near.
Perhaps, you love your own rage to hear.



Screaming, throwing things, a state of confusion spills fast from your ever confused mind.
Believing yourself to be right you scream and rage, never once knowing it is you who is blind.



When my dearest friend will you learn a roaring rage it is of no benefit, it is your own disorder.
When my friend will you learn a soft answer will restore to you much order.



You laugh, you mock, you believe yourself justified, yet one day it is only you who will hear your roar.
As your anger multiplies, your voice roaring, in silence will the one you've hurt away soar...



Leaving you to rage, leaving you to war against the shadows on your very own wall.
Soon leaving knowing you've never once heard the faintest pleating call.



Believing yourself to be without err, you rage, war and roar.
But in silence another watches you, hears your words, and silently from this rage turns away, soon to heaven to soar...



Blind you rage, blind you scream, blind you believe yourself justified.
Yet, you've forgotten even for others He was crucified.



Crucified, He was, knowing the price, knowing the cost.
How soon we forget those who are lost.



Caught up in our own difficulties we rage and war, battling one another, forgetting to pray.
Warring, raging, roaring against those who know not, and taming not the words we fling each day.



Believing ourselves justified, hurt and confused, we forget so fast the cost.
Forget that we've a choice, a testimony to uphold, for we are not lost.



The lost they have no choice, their testimony goes before, condemned they are.
Yet those who are saved live so much as Lot, forgetting the soul that is contained in the clay jar.



My friend have you not thought, it is you who are a representative of our Heavenly home.
My dearest, do you not believe what you've claimed, has the truth for you fallen on deaf ears, that still this world does roam?



My dearest and best, have you ever thought you truly are presenting all your faith, hope and trust each and every day.
My friends watch your tongue, a bridle it is needed, your roar it has turned many away.



Care it is needed, in our behavior, actions, and attitude what my friend is your roar?
Raging, and warring it is not so smart, it is an image that drives a wedge, all the way to the core.



Look around my dearest friend, have you listen to your own words, of condemnation.
Have you watched you actions, your behavior, when my friend will you see that even the shadows have fled from your raging roar, look my friend to the mirror it is for you the best recommendation.



Look my friend, and see your words, attitude and reflection have made an impact.
You've hurt so many, yet you still believe yourself to be justified, forgetting it is you who've never settled the final pact.



My friend time and distance it is ever so short, days are long, nights longer still.
But never forget your rage it has another soul made ill.



Forever it is all settled in the book.
But my friend did you not know, your rage it has made you seem as a crook.



Who can believe your words, when your mouth rages and storms, filling the air?
My dearest and best if you cannot stay your rage, and anger, then perhaps your faith, hope and trust, you best not share.



Who my dearest and best will want to be indwelled with a hard driving rage.
My love, my dear, have you learned no true even as you've come of age?



Have others for you prayed in vain?
When my friend will you to Him fully release all your hurt and pain?



This world it is not forever, it is only for a little while.
Why my friend must we pretend we can carry all our material possessions into eternity, even one mile?



If today my love all material possessions were gone, would it really matter at all?
No, my dearest the answer is no, there is no material possession of any value, when at last comes that final eternal call...