Grace's Rhythm
Written in a slam-poetry, stylistic format, this poem seeks to demonstrate the rhythmic flow of grace.
Here’s the reality
Of my mentality.
Distracted and distraught,
Forgetting I’ve been bought.
Rarely ever convinced
That Christ is my defense.
Courtroom situated,
The jury debated
My verdict; I waited.
Surprised they arrested
Jesus, who invested
All of Him into me.
He empowered and freed;
Redeeming my envy,
Destroying my greed.
O how gracious He is;
My penalty now His.
Righteousness that’s not mine,
Clothing me, how divine!
His Spirit now my guide,
There’s nowhere left to hide.
My sins brought into light
Used to fill me with fright,
But King Jesus is Love;
Lifts me up like a dove.
Adopted; He’s Father.
Righteousness, He fosters
Life into what was dead.
You heard right, I was dead…
You may be…that I dread.
A sobering thought; Walking Dead,
Never tasted His Bread.
Many question purpose,
Can’t find it on purpose.
The answer, I can give.
Only reason to live
Is to give up your hold
To the King and be bold.
New life resurrected,
Conductor directed,
Delightful symphony,
Led to epiphany.
Death is life, “life” is death.
Die to self, breathe his breath.
Live for Him, courageous.
As they turn the pages,
Your story validates,
His glory vindicates!
That’s it, I’m done. Praise Him!
Grace fills lives to the brim.
--jflamemeyer
