Friday, December 30, 2011

My Fantasy, the Truth

I’ve been told I live in a fantasy,
Because my outlook is for the best, 
For what seems to be impossible,
I’m blind to the troubles around me.
Let me tell you this fantasy I live in
In my fantasy, as a child, I’ve known what it was like,
To be harassed by my peers, to the point 
I believed no one loved me,
Missing the truth.
What a fantasy.
In my fantasy students come to me, eyes brimming with tears,
Going though the same as I did.
What a fantasy.
In my fantasy students come to me eyes brimming with tears,
“My parents are divorcing, what do I do? What did I do?”
Their hearts breaking, tears flowing,
My heart breaks with them.
What a fantasy.
In my fantasy I see students who are or been abused,
By family, peers, boyfriends, girlfriends,
The abuse was physical, mental, emotional, and sexual.
What a fantasy.
In my fantasy teens, just ending childhood, are having babies,
The choices they have are abortion, adoption, or keeping them.
The choices are murder, not knowing, or not knowing how. 
Still being so much yet a child.
What a fantasy
In my fantasy many students think suicide, or cut themselves,
Some commit suicide, this year 3 of them.
Try giving comfort, or be comforted for that.
What a fantasy.
In my fantasy, while we’re on death,
Students die from car accidents, disease and bullets.
Giving comfort there is no easier.
No parent should outlive his or her child
What a fantasy.
In my fantasy I work with people,
Whose problems are very real.
Some are crass, some angry, some helpless,
Some just don’t know how to deal with them.
What a fantasy.
In my fantasy I’ve watched people die,
Most from afar, some up close.
Some from disease, some from heartbreak,
Some without purpose, Some in fear.
What a fantasy.
In my fantasy I became a parent to a parent.
I watched Dad die, it started years before he died.
I held his hand and talked to him 2 hours before he died,
Why did he have to die?
What a fantasy.
In my fantasy I know what it is to be looked down at,
That I don’t know what is around me,
That all is peaches and cream,
I don’t see the hurt around me.
Those people don’t know me, they don’t know the truth,
What a fantasy
I could stop here in this fantasy, but won’t, can’t.
You see what’s been said, this fantasy is all true,
But it is not the truth.
The truth, God loves me, 
So much his son died for me,
When I did not deserve it.
The truth,
God has a plan for me,
Plans to prosper me not hurt me.
The truth, he knew me before I was born,
My life was already written.
The truth, I was not an accident of evolution.
The odds of evolution actually working are literally beyond astronomical,
And beyond our time.
The truth, I was a gift to my parents as my siblings were,
We had great parents
The truth, God is always with me,
He promises that.
The truth, my life outlook,
It is based on those promises.
The truth ,
He loves you too.
The truth, all this and more,
Can be yours too.
The truth, its your choice,
He gives us that opportunity.
The truth, you can choose to believe Jesus died on the cross for your sins,
As he did mine.
The truth, sin is living your life,
Outside of what God wants.
The truth, you can choose to believe he rose form the grave,
Conquering death and sin.
The truth, you can choose him as Lord of your life,
Living on the precepts of his word.
The truth, he designed and wired you,
He knows what is best for you.
The truth, confess what you believe in your heart,
And choose to follow him.
The truth, he will be with you,
Forever then.
The truth, if you are reading this,
God is already leading you to these choices.
The truth, without him leading you,
You will never make this choice.
The truth, only you can prevent this choice,
From being made.
The truth, it was the nost import and awesome choice,
I ever made.
The truth, you’ll still feel pain,
I do.
The truth, I never want to be immune to pain, 
To be numb.
The truth, bad stuff will still happen,
It’s where we live.
The truth, I was once told get used to it, 
May I never get used to it.
The truth, this world gives us challenges,
Greater than you or I can handle.
The truth, greater is he who is in me, 
Because I made that choice, than he who is in the world,
The truth, I have a Brother, a Helper, a Father, a Lord, a God, 
Because I made that choice, who will never leave me.
The truth, because of the choice God offers you,
You can spend an eternity with Him.
The truth, or you can spend an eternity, 
Very apart from Him.
The truth, 
It is either Heaven or Hell.
The truth, my outlook on life is because,
I know who loves me and where I am going.
The truth, I want as many people going with me,
As can possibly happen.
The truth He gave me a love,
I never knew before.
The truth, 
I’m not perfect.
The truth, 
God knows that.
The Truth, 
I know the Truth.
The Truth,
He is the way, the light, and the truth.
The Truth,
Know the Truth
The Truth, 
The Truth is Jesus.
The Truth,
Do you know the Truth?

Tilley042, John Miller

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