Beach of Faith

I turn the frail pages of my owners manual to life,
And I look upon my beach of which waves crash my faith like the passing tide
My home - my sand castle is collapsing, and turning to clay
Covering the Bible, I stand and hear the seagulls in the distance
I stretch out my arms and scream to heavens gates
Hopefully you will find me down here
Among the billions.
I believe my every second is caught by you
You and your supernatural power lurks in the blood work
Of people who have a fire burning through their veins for you.
Make me a Jesus freak.
Take the wet clay that lay on the shores of my beach and mold me.
Give me reason to my life, for it can only be found through you.
You hear all prayers.
Lord please be with my friends,
For if all they ever accomplish in life is to know you, that’s enough.
The words of truth fall blindly upon their ears, not reaching their souls.
I am a soldier at war
And as I arm myself with the word of God,
I discover who I really am.
Thank you for all of my friends, and bless them in their lives
Bless them and hopefully one day - they too will call you Father.
But Jesus, I have but one question,
The only thing I can think of when I think of your frail body on the cross,
Is why did you die for me?
It all seems so helpless in this mundane existence
It seems all I could ever do is never live up to the man I want to be in your eyes.
Help me be the man you want me to be,
And never let your will pass me by so easily again.

Poem by J.A.D. © 2003