The Space Between the Lines

Someone takes the time to write down what is on his mind.
The manner by which he records his thoughts is numerical bulleted form.
The text is simple, yet deep with interrogation.
You see, the words on the page, well, they are meant for another?
The inquiry could be intended for you; though, it pulls at me.
I mean...
My heart, were it possible,sweats with trepidation--
as my ego braces for its demise.
The typed up questions call for reflection, they demand honest transparency.
They dig so deep, assuring the inner descent of man.
"Why dig, only to bury oneself?" I wonder.
Even you cannot shake it either, that feeling of "Why this? Why now or ever?"
And so gulps of air fight through the pressure of the moment,
the sound of a drum is banging in our heads.
We pick up a pencil, or pen...
Perhaps another means of communication is at hand.
At any rate, we ready ourselves for the test.
That's when we see it what was in front of us, though not actually present.
Nothing.
Actually, a little bit of nothing.
Yes, even not enough of nothing.
That is, space.
Namely, little bits of space, separating the tormenting script from running together, that collective nothingness...
It leaves no room for an answer.

(pencils down, turn in your exams. your time is up.)




Description: I wrote the above today, in response to a psychological questionnaire that leaves little room for response.
Do not read too much into the words of this entry. It is more of creative device than a channel of truth.

By the way, regardless of how you FEEL, there is a space for you in Heaven, since Christ took our place on a cross.


Umm... I guess this is where I stop typing.

--IDEA

I told a lie, he took my lines-- on his back for me.
I forget my lines. He does, too. Ah, to be set free.
The cost is great, but the price is paid. For you, for eternity.
So, rejoice, get up. Tell Satan to shut-up... share this Hope with somebody.

Romans 8:37

Disclaimer:
I got in da poem mindset today. The following, then, is just poetic "flow." Be warned: I lost rhythm, the rhyme, too.


The Lines and the Lamb:

The Great I Am became a Lamb, sinless to the end.
Though so Great, He chose to wait for me to call Him "Friend."
I could not see through my sin, you see, what was in store for me.
So, I passed on by my Sacrifice, doing just as I pleased.
The life I lived was unwise and saddened God, for sure.
No matter what, I never had enough, I always wanted more.
For all I knew, the All In All was too much for this.
I wanted Him in my life, to grant my Selfishness.
Until, one day, I heard someone, speak to all my sin.
sharing how, along my way, I would meet The End.
"Which way will you go, where shall you land?" she said.
That's when, from selfish heart, I took Jesus' Hand.
He picked me up and when He did, I saw nail-stained wrists.
I thought it bad, 'til someone shared, "That's His Holiness."
My stubborn heart, melted then, as I fell down to my knees.
"Lord, Jesus, thanks for caring.
Now, forgive me, please!"
And in that instant, I'm not lying, something changed inside.
Sin-caused marks were erased from my mind. My foolishness was left to die. I cannot state just what it means, to be close to death, and then for no reason of your own, be given Another's Breath. But He did it, and Im living proof to you. That you can when the battle of your mind, just ask Him to. It is not easy, no, to let go of all you know. But, like Abram in the Bible, God has a place for us to Grow. It is on the journey, along the dusty hills; it is at the core of man, where resides our wills. But as the battle-tested saints of old will share: You don't battle on your own. For there is the Lamb of Lines, our God and Life, guiding from His throne.
Though so Great, He had to wait for me to call Him "Friend."
I could not see through my sin, you see, what was in store for me.
So, I passed on by my Sacrifice, doing just as I pleased.
The life I lived was unwise and saddened God, for sure.
No matter what, I never had enough, I always wanted more.
For all I knew, the All In All was too much for this.
I wanted Him in my life, to grant my Selfishness.
Until, one day, I heard someone speak of sin.
And how one day I would meet an End.
"Which way will go, where shall you land?"
That's when, from selfish heart, I took Jesus' Hand.
He picked me up and when He did, I saw nail-stained wrists.
I thought it bad until someone said, "that's His Bade of Holiness."

EDIT: I see that the above post (The Lines and the Lamb) is messed up, due to copy-and-paste mistake. (I blame that, at least. ) I may or may not get back to edit it later... in life.