Love: A Poem

Most of the time, I get my priorities wrong and I end up worrying about what my future holds. I feel like I have to plan out exactly what my life will be. But that’s not what God wants. He wants me to simply love Him, and let Him take care of the rest.


Do you remember how we used
To sit around and read aloud?
The joy we had, the love we felt
From family all around.

I’ve lived with family all my life
They all love me so much.
But what about when I move out?
I’m scared I’m not enough.

One day I know I will appear
My graduation day.
They all expect that I will be
Prepared to go away.

I’ve made all of my college plans.
I have big dreams, but no,
My path is covered with a fog
And I don’t want to go.

Where to go?
Where to stand?
Where to live?
Will I fall?

O how will I live without family?
Don’t want to go away.
But maybe I don’t have a choice,
I’ve got to face the fray.

Do you remember how you used
To say I’d change the world?
Well maybe fore I change the world
I’ve got to change my heart.

I love my family; they love me
But One who loves me more
Has called me to abandon them
To fight for Him at war.

His love for me is boundless, free
Far richer than I know.
He loves me more than family;
He calls me; I must go.

Where to go?
Where to stand?
Where to live?
Will I fall?

O how will I live without family?
Don’t want to go away.
But maybe I don’t have a choice,
I’ve got to face the fray.

I do not wonder anymore
What He wants me to do.
To love the Lord my God above,
This duty I pursue.

I do not know if all my plans
Will stand or if they’ll fall.
They may work out all perfectly,
Or maybe they will stall.

I may move out or stay at home
But family I will love
Yet even more than loving them,
I’ll love my God above.

O God Almighty, help me stand
And love you more and more.
And when I get to heaven’s shore
I’ll love you forevermore.

Love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your strength - Deuteronomy 6:5

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About Me

I'm a high school student, a teen, who seeks to follow God with everything he has. I've got so many questions and so often I feel like I'm hitting a wall in my beliefs, my actions, and my creativity. And that's OK.

Being surrendered is more of a process than a destination. I'm not perfect by any means, and I struggle a lot. But the daily act of "presenting my body as a living sacrifice," fully surrendered to the will of my King, is what will get me through.