POETRY

The LORD says
I want men everywhere to lift up holy hands in prayer,
without anger 1 Timothy 2:8


The Runaway

I'm angry, I'm frightened, I run to & fro,
Trying to have some fun.
Something is driving me, I do not know
How I end up where I begun.

I don't want to think, I don't want to do,
I just want to be me.
Why can't everyone understand,
and just leave me be!

Haunted at night by terrible dreams,
I forget when I awake.
What is the purpose of my life?
What exists that is not fake?

"You must do this. You must do that",
"Child, can't you see?"
Everyone thinks they know what's best.
Please, someone, just love me!

Jesus loves you, little child,
Loves you tenderly.
He understands your dreams & fears,
And can help you see.

Trust His Love & trust His Heart.
He has a life for you!
He will not hurt you more, my child!
He has forgiven you!

Others hurt Him, long ago.
He knows the pain you feel.
Even His friends deserted Him.
All your wounds He'll heal.

Just call, "Jesus, come to me!"
And He's close to you!
He loves you more than people can,
And He will be true.

He will always be your Friend,
Even when you stray.
Put your hand in His today,
And let Him walk your way.


This I wrote for a runaway teen
whose parents were friends of mine.


LOVE is not rude, it is not self-seeking,
it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
1 Corinthians 13:5