Photo by Chrissy Robertson
“Made Alive”
Weary of empty worship
Dancing for stone gods
Our hearts slowly desecrated
By Cain’s unholy sacrifice
Oppression, anguish
Mislead by the dark one
Blind eyes cannot see
Deaf ears cannot hear
Unless opened by the Son
Jesus, Come!
That we may stand up and say
Out of the ashes we rise
Out of the darkness
And into the light
Idols we worshipped we now cast aside
We praise the one who has made us alive!
Lord we praise you who has made us alive!
I wrote this poem after being in India for the last few weeks. It does not only apply to India or certain religions however. If we aren’t sacrificing, or giving, our best to God, we are not giving a holy sacrifice. Cain did not have a good sacrifice because it wasn’t his best. His heart wasn’t in it. Able was excited to give God his best.
We had an open mic night tonight and I read my poem aloud. I want all of us to give our best joyfully.
Much love,
Saraya
