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Evan Mitchell Poem
Ugly Days Are Beautiful Too
I’m content with seeing everyday as just another day.
That’s because every day is just beautiful
You see, I couldn’t see everyday that way yesterday.
Yesterday was gray and ugly, but that’s ok.
I hope to encourage me and you today by saying,
ugly days are beautiful too.
That’s because ugly days are something God
uses to birth beautiful things in me,
and you.
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Evan Mitchell Poem
Church Hurt
I don’t want to leave the comforts
of the church that I have spent
most of my saved life in.
The attachment to my brothers
and sisters there is strong and
I do not want to lose it.
But I feel a tugging on the inside
telling me that it is time to go.
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Evan Mitchell Poem
Growing Patience
So close, yet so far away so many times.
Stop and go, stop and go, stop and go…
that’s what I see all the time.
My engine loves to lock up regularly
just before reaching the next checkpoint.
And I tell you, it has been sending me flying
through the roof like a bottle rocket
almost every time!
I don’t really like having my patience
tested like this.
I don’t like dangling carrots elevating
out of reach when I jump to swipe it.
I like carrots, but I want that carrot off
the string and in my hand, like now!
It’s moments like these that I used
To question whether or not God was laughing
at my frustration and misfortune, but
I know better now.
My God wants the best of everything for me,
but I have to go through these type of things
to get what I prayed for.
And since I prayed for patience, He is
obligated to put me in situations
where my patience is tested,
If you wanna learn how to wrestle, you gotta wrestle.
If you wanna learn how to skate, you gotta skate
If you wanna grow in patience, you have to be put
in situations where you need patience the most.
The massively frustrating circumstances I have
encountered are needed.
Without those I really don’t have the right to
expect my patience to grow.
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Evan Mitchell Poem
Poetic Time Capsule
The words you see from me are
not necessarily a reflection of how I
feel at that given moment.
Sometimes they are a reflection of
a way I felt at a prior time, a moment
caught in a poetic time capsule that,
for one reason or another, was not
released until sometime after it was
created.
Sometimes the moment may have
passed years ago, yet I felt, for
one reason or another, the
need to poetically capsulize it.
Whatever the content of the
capsules, know that every one of
them, for one reason or another,
are medicine to my soul.
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Evan Mitchell Poem
It would be nice to hear you say I’m sorry.
It would be nice to hear you own up to
your mistakes in full.
It would be nice to see you try to make amends
for the damage you have done
Although it would be nice, it is not necessary:
my peace of mind is not based on your apology.
Even if you never show remorse I still have
the power to forgive you.
Even if you do the same thing to me a
thousand times I still have
the power to forgive you
Even if you turn around and do something
worse I have the power to forgive you
for that as well.
When I forgive you I am setting myself
free from the negative energy that comes
with holding a grudge against you
You are forgiven
You are forgiven because I am forgiven
If I can be forgiven of all my sins
Then you can be forgiven of all your
trespasses against me.
It would be nice to hear you say I’m sorry.
It would be nice to hear you own up to
your mistakes in full.
It would be nice to see you try to make amends
for the damage you have done
Although it would be nice, it is not necessary:
my peace of mind is not based on your apology.
I have to remember that I am not perfect either
I have to remember that there are people out there
that I have trespassed against who have forgiven me,
people I have done the same thing to over and over.
I have not apologized to them, nor do I need to
in order for them to have peace of mind,
but it would be nice.
Nevertheless I am forgiven by them
And you are forgiven by me
It would be nice to hear you say I’m sorry.
It would be nice to hear you own up to
your mistakes in full.
It would be nice to see you try to make amends
for the damage you have done
Although it would be nice, it is not necessary:
my peace of mind is not based on your apology.
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Evan Mitchell Poem
God is on the throne…
He reigns forever and ever…
There is none like Him…
None can overthrow His majesty…
He is the King of Kings…
He is the Lord of Lords…
He is the Supreme Ruler.
Who can compare to Him?
No one can.
He is the Father…
He is the Son…
He is the Spirit…
He is the first…
He is the last…
He is the beginning…
He is the end…
He is the alpha…
He is the omega…
He is love…
He is peace…
He is joy…
He is grace…
He is the creator of all things…
He is the judge of all mankind…
He is the savior of all the world…
He is God….
God is on the throne…
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I’ve made a determination to
praise God in all situations
Even when the situation is making
me wanna pull my hair out,
I’ma stare out and up to the heavens
in patience and, say in the name of Jesus,
“Thank You”
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Evan Mitchell Poem
Never Meant Any Harm
I knew that there was a possibility that I would,
but I never meant to hurt you with my words.
I never meant any harm.
I never meant to push you away,
but somehow I did.
I understand though, at least a little.
Some hard feelings take a long time
to break through,
that is, if they ever are broken through.
Plus you don’t even know me that well
I am that I am, and I just want
to be the best me that I can be.
In doing that I want to help
those around me with all that
I have in me.
I want to be there,
But I keep getting pushed away,
And that’s not something I can just brush off.
I can act like I do,
But that’s not something I can just
brush off.
I understand though, at least a little.
My way of expressing myself is offensive to you,
even though I try so hard not to be,
There’s something about me that rubs
you the wrong way, and I’m seeking God
to help me fix it,
that is, if it’s meant to be fixed.
I just wanted you to understand how I felt
Without holding it in like I always do,
like I always do because of fear,
fear of those feelings being rejected and
tossed away for the garbage man
to pick up on Wednesday afternoon.
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After church on New Years day I sit against the closet doors of my room in tears, mostly at this one situation. There are other situations on top of that one though, some that bring great joy, some that bring great pain, some that bring great excitement, some that bring great concern and worry. Each situation, I learn, is a piece to a puzzle that God is putting together.
I sit against the closet doors heavy hearted, but something inside of me tells me not to sit there anymore. Something inside of me tells me to get up and clean. My instincts tell me that it was God.
I get up, change into some suitable cleaning clothes and begin spring cleaning 2 months early. For 7 hours there are gospel songs and gospel raps playing aloud, helping to push me through this cleaning frenzy. I clean behind this, and under that, pondering all the pieces to this puzzle that only God has the power to put together.
In these moments I feel the pain of this one situation. I also feel the joy, the pain, the excitement, the frustration, the concern and the worry for the other situations. The nearer I get to the finish of cleaning, the more I hear something inside speak to me about living by a greater standard.
On New Years Eve and at that morning New Years Day church service I receive tons of confirmation and encouragement by brothers and sisters in the faith. It all helped me to see that God was indeed putting a puzzle together in my life. But in order for it to be completed, I have to live by a greater standard. After cleaning, it became apparent that the deep cleaning of my house(and now the maintaining thereof) is a metaphor for the greater standard that God is trying to bring me to.
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They say time heals all wounds, but that’s not true.
As humans we can have a knack for striking a nerve in one another. When you strike someone’s nerve, that nerve could be extremely sensitive to the touch. You may not realize it, but that nerve is attached to a trigger, which is attached to a gun. So when you strike their nerve the trigger is pulled, and you find that you’ve been shot.
You struck their nerve, and they shot you.
Who wins in such a case? You would think the one with the gun, but the gun is still attached to seriously damaged nerves that have never healed. A better question is will the nerve striker stop striking? Not only that, but will the shooter stop shooting?
If no truce is called then the two could cross paths again one day. The problem with that is when the wounds from the person shot get patched up, those nerves often become defensive. Now we have two people with seriously damaged nerves, both with triggers attached to them.
So are we in for a gun fight when they meet again? When it all hits the fan once again? I mean, that’s what it’s going to be if there is any more nerve striking and trigger pulling. Will a guaranteed blood bath take place, or will someone seek for something greater than just defending damaged nerves?
Damaged nerves that don’t heal right become triggers attached to guns, that will go on, causing more wounds in others.
How do we separate the damaged nerves from the triggers? Through forgiveness. Freely forgive. Unforgivness creates new wounds. Forgiveness disarms the damaged nerves and allows them to heal properly.
Some of us have had guns attached to our damaged nerves for most of our lives. Time never healed them, because there wasn’t enough forgiveness in us to stop shooting when
someone struck a nerve.
Perhaps forgiveness is a greater healer than time…
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