Vulnerablizing myself

So, something that probably none of you know about me is that I have a secret desire (albeit not an overwhelming one) to write poetry, and/or songs. Over the years I have kept a couple of journals. The first one I had was just a normal journal that I thought I would keep when I was going through some difficult things in life, and that I might look back and be encouraged by the good times. The second one I have is a neat little journal from Florence, Italy, that my sister gave me from her trip, and after using it for a bit decided to turn it more into a quote/poetry/song writing book. Although I have used both for that purpose at times.
Don't get me wrong...I am not a continuous user of these journals...actually I just opened my first one up and realized that it had been one year since submitting an entry to it (similar patterns in blogging perhaps). I was reading back, however and saw some of the poems that I had written. There are only a few, and they are not good, but I think they accurately describe the things that were on my mind at the time. A lot to do with Spiritual significance and the confusion that can entail from trying to live a Christian life in a non-Christian world. So, without further ado, knowing that I am not a great poet, I truly feel vulnerable, but I want to share...go easy on the comments.

This world is caught on fire,
And yet it's very cold,
For these streets are paved with Hell,
But His streets are paved with Gold,

Now, how do I begin,
To talk about this earth,
What we have done to it,
Let's talk about that first

We talk about the wars,
As if they're right or wrong,
Some people are convicted,
But some just play along.

We think about pollution,
The black could overhead,
And acid rain falls down on us,
As if the sky has bled.

Though darkness and corruption,
Flood across these lands,
The promise of light and love,
Grace and mercy is at hand.

Just look at all the Terrorism,
East and West collide
There'll be a time when Christ returns,
And puts those things aside.

How in this world do we go on,
When what we've done is so wrong,
We praise the Lord in His glory,
And sing the Hallelujah song.

Far from being published I realize, but it must have been a day where the things of earth were heavy on my heart. I used to struggle a lot with how devastating our world is and what is the point in trying to be a good influence in the remedy. I went through a time where all seemed hopeless, and I think this is a remnant of that time. Remember that what we do on earth is important, but what we do with our Spirit is eternal.

Thanks for reading,
Jer