A Poem that Wants to be a Song (Raquel)
March 11, 2009 by sharppointythings
I feel like this poem needs an introduction of some sort, but I don’t have one, so all I’ll say is that I wrote it after midnight, which probably explains anything odd about it.
I was in Your presence
with the glory of Your light
now the pews are emptying
and I’m back down on the earth.
We were caught up into heaven
in the worship of the saints
singing glory to Your name
and I just don’t want to go.
So much work to do
I haven’t done my share
wanna pick up a sword
and grow Your kingdom, Lord.
So many hurting, dying
You could use me to heal,
so many crying out.
I wanna do my part.
You healed my broken heart
by the power of Your love
now I’m back in a world
that will break it again.
I know Your love is with me
no matter where I go
but it’s not the same as Home
and I’m not ready to go.
So much work to do
I haven’t done my share
wanna pick up a sword
and grow Your kingdom, Lord.
So many hurting, dying
You could use me to heal,
so many crying out.
I wanna do my part.
You fed me bread and wine
what more could I need
than Your Spirit with me always
and heaven at your feet
singing your praises now
and through all eternity
but the light of heaven’s fading
and I’m not ready to go.
So much work to do
I haven’t done my share
wanna pick up a sword
and grow Your kingdom, Lord.
So many hurting, dying
You could use me to heal,
so many crying out.
I wanna do my part.
I’m tired of the fighting
from living on this earth
I just want You to take me
to where it never hurts
to where this taste of heaven
is more than I can dream
and I never have to leave You
’cause I’m not ready to leave.
So much work to do
I haven’t done my share
wanna pick up a sword
and grow Your kingdom, Lord.
So many hurting, dying
You could use me to heal,
so many crying out.
I wanna do my part.
I’m just not ready to go…
“You healed my broken heart
by the power of Your love
now I’m back in a world
that will break it again.”
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve felt this. It’s seems like by Monday morning all the glory and safety of worship is gone- faded like a dream. Heck, sometimes I even feel that as soon as Sunday afternoon.
Thanks for sharing this. You have such a way with words.
So hard to leave that small glimpse of Heaven. Imagine how hard it would be to leave the fullness, as did God the Son.
For ye know the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, that, though he was rich, yet for your sakes he became poor, that ye through his poverty might be rich.
(2Co 8:9)
I don’t know how I missed this before. You and Chloe, in your own distinct ways, make me know how you feel and help me understand how I feel. And you’re right, the poem does want to be a song.