Broken Disciple
Broken Disciple
My pilgrims journey started out strong
9 years and a decade later my story and song
Have turned into a heartless cycle
May I share about a broken disciple?
Took up my yoke and followed thee
‘Twas an easy burden initially
The path lo I’ll finish what I begin
A lifelong journey repenting of sin
A regenerate soul forgiven in water
But as life goes on the testing gets hotter
I have no privilege not even a title
But I travel as a broken disciple
Try to keep up with the church's demands
The passage shaves narrow with quickening sand
Who can keep up with the legality?
Of those who exercise a Pharisee mentality?
Some Christians appear to be cut out for this
While making the pilgrimage into a bus-in-ness
Adding upon rules like a golden idol
To discourage the faith of shattered disciples
Some have sought prestige and fame
looking down on others with disgust and shame
But some give an effort as unfertilized seed
And will never be amongst those who lead
We strive and tarry just for survival
Surrounded by the elite Professional Disciple
With those who strut proud as they stifle
And think high of themselves; to crush fragmented disciples
Some gossip that we have “fallen away”
But maybe like others we’ve gone astray
Never forgetting the message that we heard
In the presence of others it was inferred
Yes my good confession was just this
That Jesus is Lord and it still exists
What would the shepherd do just to keep?
Would he not go out and look for his sheep?
I observed with fainting discipline to follow and obey
But eventually I would learn the lesson of “betrayed”
Immature in my walk and debilitated I fall
Did not consider my exam would come within church walls
My vision obstructed to see it coming
Unfolding as it would and becoming
The worst kind of hurt and intense trial
But God had plans for this wounded gentile
The lesson I learned was to forgive
The hurts from other’s selfishly give’d
Those with motives unclean and impure
To inflict deep wounds on a believer for sure
I am not without my own to blame
I do not pretend to be righteously acclaimed
Unable to settle disputes in the matter
I grapple with anger and internal chatter
No resolution came about and a sorry not said
But was left to wonder to feel spiritually dead
To bear the brunt and recover with no love
And to search a little deeper for comfort above
An act of benevolence and charity on my part
Turned into a relationship destroyed at the heart
The most very good intentions I could not hide
Led to the increase and arrogance in another’s pride
Community in the Kingdom will be challenged
To overlook an offense is the continued balance
Do not come to the alter for your weekly revival
If you harbor bitterness with another disciple
But if the Gospel shall not as it is be followed
7 x 70 forgiveness practiced and swallowed
And no hint of the love as evidenced in the Bible
Can you honestly say that another is a disciple?
So if you have been so wounded and tempted
And done what you can to live worldly resisted
Remember the church is full of sickness and rival
And that you were baptized in Jesus name
As his broken disciple!
By: bearded Jarhead
Copyright © Brian Michael | Year Posted 2020
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