Last night, out of nowhere, I had the sudden urge to pen this poem. Which was slightly untimely since this desire hit me square between the eyes at 11:30pm - I have strategically made this post public at a reasonable time of day so you will not know how late I stayed up.
This experience was very strange and slightly bewildering. I picked up a pen and paper, which I never do anymore, and just started writing, I have absolutely no idea where it came from. I have never been keen on poetry and I haven't written a single poem since I was at school. In fact, I'm not even sure I remember how to write poetry. I am completely dumbfounded at the fact I've written a poem. I'm sure there are a multitude of poetical errors present, but nevertheless, I hope you enjoy it.
Oh Little Star
Oh little star, why so downcast?
Shine your beauty so bright, surely that will last?
Oh little star, what have we here?
An arrow pierces your heart and fills you with fear
Oh little star, see how you fight!
Fight you will, with all of your might!
Many have come to put out your flame,
But guarded are you, by the Holy Name
Oh little star, this fight has begun,
And weary you seem, so nearly, nearly done,
Attack and attack you must face,
But there is One, who overcame all through Grace
There is One, no stranger to pain,
He gave His life, so today you may gain,
A little piece of Heaven, a life that is free,
Because of His love, your light will always be
Oh little star, you must decide,
To face these troubles on your own, or with Him by your side,
Oh little star, do count the cost,
For then you must carry, your own Cross
Silly little star! How black the night sky!
Your little light will surely die!
Match you are not, for darkness prevails!
Down, down, down you go through the deadly veil!
Oh little star how true that would be!
If Saviour you had not, who died for you and me!
Pain you will feel and suffering there will be,
But perish fear not, for Jesus claims Victory!
Oh little star, be not downcast,
The love you've been given, will forever last!
Oh little star, the day draws near,
When He will come, to wipe away every tear
Oh little star, what glorious day we shall see!
When home we go, and meet He that made us be,
And when we see Him face to face,
It will testify, that we were saved by Grace.
Hello Stari, I'm Lauren! I know I've commented already on another post of yours, but I felt compelled to write on this one as well. I may be wrong, but I think God said to me that the star was you. God is speaking through this poem to you. The beauty of it is that it is so personal and relevant to others as well. I love how it tells of God's grace and love with out being 'Christiany', if you know what I mean?
ReplyDeleteI know the feeling of suddenly writing a poem that seems to be writing it self! I'm not much of one to write poems, but sometimes God's 'flow' or inspiration comes to me, I my understanding is that is what happened to you too :)
P.s I have just noticed Your name looks almost like Star!!!! Wow! "Oh little Stari" God is amazing!