Black Poetry : Broken Pieces

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  1. garlicsalt99

    garlicsalt99 Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Days of trial and tribulation are never pleasant ones
    They are days where with one wishes that the day could be undone
    If only I made this decision, or didn't make that mistake
    If only I followed wisdom, could have saved myself some heartache
    But there is a principle in life that for everyone holds true
    Live long enough, we all must go through
    Dark days in deep valleys through which we must press our way
    'Till the time of our reckoning when ours is a brighter day
    There once was a man name Paul, you know, Apostle Paul
    Who once persecuted Gods people, then became Gods' man in divine call
    Declaring Jesus Christ to all who had an open ear ...
    With boldness and authority, without hesitation or fear
    Though doing the work of God, declaring a risen Savior on the throne
    In Pauls life, he had some broken pieces of his own
    Thorns in his flesh which he felt made him deficient
    But encouraged to thoughts otherwise when God told him "My grace is sufficient"

    It was determined that Paul should be interned at Rome
    To be inducted as a prisoner in his final days to a place he would call home
    To sail to his prison by routes familiar to career voyagers of the sea
    Sailing from Jeruselem, all the way to Italy
    Preparations were made, sails set to catch the wind that was to blow
    Ropes were wound, anchors were pulled, food and supplies were stowed
    Prisoners loaded on a sea faring jail to face freedoms void
    The ship was launched from its port, to the sea to be deployed
    All went without a hitch, and accounted for was every man
    The voyage went as scheduled, all was going according to plan
    And for a few days, as the water would rise and dip
    The wind seemed to have agreed with the ship
    But there came a point in the voyage where for the sailors, things weren't merry
    They had to alter course because the winds were becoming contrary
    Determined to reach the Italian coast, headquaters of the Roman shore
    With each and every prisoner accounted for

    After a time of turbulance at the hands of a sea, now far from meek
    It was impressed upon the Apostle Paul to speak
    And tell of impending danger, with no agenda or decietful guise
    Feeling in his spirit that the sea was not only a threat to ships cargo, but also a threat to the mens lives
    Hearing the words of Paul, in all he had to say
    The centurion over the prisoners took heed to the ships captain, and continued on their way
    Based on the time of year, to the course they would hold fast
    Figuring that whatever this disturbance was, that it would soon pass
    But instead of getting better, the situation grew worse
    To the shipmates, and the inmates, this voyage proved to be a curse
    The weather started getting rough, the roman ship was tossed
    If not for the fact that God had a plan, the whole crew would be lossed
    A monster with the flesh of wind came bearing down strong
    Moving the ship like a stick in a pond, its name was Euroclydon
    In its howl and its noise, it did not bear down silently
    With the help of the ocean waves, it beat on the ship violently

    For better of for worse, to the situation, they were already committed
    Euroclydon was a force to be reckoned with, they could do nothing but admit it
    And in their own finiteness and strength, not to mention having a fearful heart
    They did all that they could to keep the ship from falling apart
    Fearing for their lives against a fierce wind not to be ignored
    They attempted to lighten their load by throwing things overboard
    Their situation was a desperate one, but some calm would be restored
    When Paul would get up at the appropriate time and give a word from the Lord
    You should have listened when I told you that things weren't quite right
    You could have avoided Euroclydon in all its fierce might
    But now I say to you don't worry about this, the storm you can't control
    Not a man will be lossed on this trip, safe will be all,... every soul
    For I have a destiny to fulfill; a mission to complete
    I must be brought before Ceasar, and my final fate I must greet
    For this is a part of the call on my life I can not skip
    There shall be no loss of any man's life among you, but there will be loss to the ship

    The boat was tossed about with every wave and every rift
    Lulling about like a lifeless piece of wood in a drift
    The combination of rain and wind came without a quench
    Amidst the vomiting of the sea sick, and their fearful perspiration made for an unbearable stench
    Abused and battered by an angry storm
    The ship and its crew involved in a heart stopping drama to be performed
    To be played out, armed with the assurance that no man would die, so they heard
    Believing the voice of a prisoner that delivered Gods word
    They saw a sign, amidst the storm, that let them know that they would make it though it
    They saw an island, and they purposed to get closer to it
    And as they came closer to the island, they heard a thrashing, crashing sound
    The had come to a point to where the ship had ran aground
    The ship was broken, and breaking up more and more
    So close, but yet so far from the islands shore
    And now decisions were to be made about what to do with the crew
    For the Centurion who had to make this choice,.... what to do, what to do

    Roman law and its dictates ...
    Stated that prisoners were to be killed, so that none would escape
    But the Centurion overlooked the dictates of the law
    Reason being, there was a willingness to save the life of Paul
    No longer was the ship seaworthy, its only purpose now ...
    Was to be used for drift board, from its port, to starboard bow
    The Centurion commanded the crew to make it to shore, so they could stay 'till the storm ceases
    Those who can swim, swim,... the rest, make it on broken pieces
    Though no mans life was lossed, the ship was destroyed
    Proving once and again that Gods word does not return unto Him void
    They made it to shore, each and every one, each with a story to tell
    Some a little rattled, but none-the-less alive and well
    The storm soon passed, and each man had his life
    Greatful that they had made it through an uncontrolled crisis, and time of strife
    By the grace of God, all hands made it to shore, though shaken, and mentally ladened
    Hanging on to the broken pieces allowing them to float to a safe haven

    Our lives follow a path, much like the path of a sailing ship
    Subject to the same calms and storms as we take our trip
    Moving forward to ports of call with the wind in our sail that blows
    For some, the destination,... God only knows
    Some stay closer to the shore and feels the winds brisk
    Some venture further out into the deep, taking a greater risk
    To all, our way is chartted, and a course is laid
    Some follow the course of direction, while others, their decision is made
    Indiscriminatly, rough weather bears down on us all
    Dark clouds and stormy winds causes a gloomy shadow to fall
    And for those closer to shore, they make it back before bearing the brunt
    Of a potentially brutal and violent storm front
    But for those who are out beyond the horizon, in the deep sea and open air
    Catch the storm in its trechery, and in its fury, they must fare
    And should they break up in the midst of their circumstance, and all goes wrong
    The best thing they can do is grab a broken piece of the ship, and hold on

    If in your life things have gone dreadfully wrong
    Don't be so quick to throw away the broken pieces of your life, hold on
    It is from this brokeness, and realization that we tire from such behavior
    That brings us to a peace with ourselves, and more impotantly, with God our Savior
    Don't be so quick do ditch your trials, be it many, or be it few
    For in this life, at one time or another, we all must go through
    Hold on the the broken past, and ill gotten experience
    Hold on long enough to ride the broken pieces to the shores of your deliverance
    And so that the haven of your deliverance isn't lonely
    Use those broken pieces, and give a testimony
    For I'm sure Paul and all of his shipmates made good,...
    With the broken pieces of their ship, gave a testimony, and used it for firewood
    Lets not be so quick to forget the storms and perills that come our way
    Rather, give thanks to God for giving us strenth and guidance, and be thankful for today
    And live life, for it has been given for us to live, in lifes new leases
    And be thankful unto God, for the broken pieces

    Written by: K. Charles
    (c) 2000
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  5. alyce

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    one of my favorite

    accounts of my favorite Apostle! Loving very much the lesson in this peace.

    Thank you thank you thank you

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