The Lost Book
Once upon a time, I returned home
And opened the treasure chest of mine.
A startling scene greeted me.
One of my gems were lost -
My book that I weirdly called as " Brevity"
I searched like a rampart.
Within a few hours I earned my internship
In being a tramp.
It was a gem where I collected
The essence of my life.
The dates of my tests, controlled assessments and due dates of Home assignments were
The figures I missed the most...
It is the white book that has my name
Engraved in her heart,
Imprinted on her skin like an indestructible tattoo.
It is mine. And everyone knows that
She belongs to me.
I called my neighbours
Both far and near, known and unknown
I went on the tiring journey
Searching...searching...
Crawling through unknown air pockets
Whispering desperately the name of my book
Silently. But Unheard.
The sweat of weariness shrouds my frail heart.
Where art thou?
I asked the assistance of my thoughts.
Became a refugee to seek their help.
And yes, indeed! They helped!
For they are my true friends who are present
Even in my despondent distress.
Their faint voice blossomed my inside.
"Thine shepherd searched thou as though
Thy searcheth thine book".
A spark ignites in my soul as I draw myself,
Nearer to my Creator.
When I was a lost and stranded sheep,
How much did my shepheard pain,
Searching for me ...
Calling me repeatedly, numerous times.
Yet, did I heed unto Him? Oh ! No!
He was my shepheard who suffered greater sickness.
Oh! How must have my Great shepheard pained
When he strained his voice to make me hear.
What a terrible offence I must have committed !
Thus the present that reminds me of the past,
Though the bygones are my history.
Why? Because my shepherd, elated with gladdened heart
Took me to his dear prized fold!
Though, my disheveled phenotypic form never once did
Anger Him!
I am His. Everyone knows that
He called me by my name.
I belong to Him.
And yes, thus forth He continues
In the present
To search others as similar as me
Lost. Abandoned.
Lured. Broken.
By the roaring lion,
The sly and cunning serpent.
He is the Shepherd who gives His life
For His Beloved.
Oh! How Great is that fountain that flows
To wash away the impurity
Of the sheep to the colour
Of the snow.
White.
But, I wonder will my gem hear me?
Biblelearner123
Once upon a time, I returned home
And opened the treasure chest of mine.
A startling scene greeted me.
One of my gems were lost -
My book that I weirdly called as " Brevity"
I searched like a rampart.
Within a few hours I earned my internship
In being a tramp.
It was a gem where I collected
The essence of my life.
The dates of my tests, controlled assessments and due dates of Home assignments were
The figures I missed the most...
It is the white book that has my name
Engraved in her heart,
Imprinted on her skin like an indestructible tattoo.
It is mine. And everyone knows that
She belongs to me.
I called my neighbours
Both far and near, known and unknown
I went on the tiring journey
Searching...searching...
Crawling through unknown air pockets
Whispering desperately the name of my book
Silently. But Unheard.
The sweat of weariness shrouds my frail heart.
Where art thou?
I asked the assistance of my thoughts.
Became a refugee to seek their help.
And yes, indeed! They helped!
For they are my true friends who are present
Even in my despondent distress.
Their faint voice blossomed my inside.
"Thine shepherd searched thou as though
Thy searcheth thine book".
A spark ignites in my soul as I draw myself,
Nearer to my Creator.
When I was a lost and stranded sheep,
How much did my shepheard pain,
Searching for me ...
Calling me repeatedly, numerous times.
Yet, did I heed unto Him? Oh ! No!
He was my shepheard who suffered greater sickness.
Oh! How must have my Great shepheard pained
When he strained his voice to make me hear.
What a terrible offence I must have committed !
Thus the present that reminds me of the past,
Though the bygones are my history.
Why? Because my shepherd, elated with gladdened heart
Took me to his dear prized fold!
Though, my disheveled phenotypic form never once did
Anger Him!
I am His. Everyone knows that
He called me by my name.
I belong to Him.
And yes, thus forth He continues
In the present
To search others as similar as me
Lost. Abandoned.
Lured. Broken.
By the roaring lion,
The sly and cunning serpent.
He is the Shepherd who gives His life
For His Beloved.
Oh! How Great is that fountain that flows
To wash away the impurity
Of the sheep to the colour
Of the snow.
White.
But, I wonder will my gem hear me?
Biblelearner123
