TITLE: The Eleventh Hour Turns
By Colin Woekel
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Second, I thought of my uncle, who accepted Christ after a life of massive drug abuse and all kinds of other evils. Two years later in a severely low bi-polar swing and a bottle of alcohol he killed himself. He called 911 himself and died before they got there.
Thirdly, I thought of the man who died on the cross next to Jesus, to whome Jesus said "Today you will be with me in paradise."
Specifically, could you please answer these three questions:
1) What thoughts, fealings and images does this poem evoke in you? Please site specific lines.
2) Which lines hit the hardest (which are most powerful) and which do you stumble over or have to re-read?
3) Does the message flow? Do you get from the begining to the end with a clear image of what is going on, or does the story seem to be pieced together?
Thank you very much everyone. Don't be intimidated by what I've asked, I'd also just like to hear what you thought it you don't have the time to answer my questions.
P.S. The title means nothing, and I will not stick with it. I just couldn't think of anything else.
In Christ -- Colin
With the choices I've made behind me,
I don't see how I could ever be
anything to anyone again.
Mistakes in my past are all I see,
that's the consequence of being free,
habitual betrayal of Him.
This life moves on eternally
in misery or in ecstacy.
Above He's waiting patiently,
His hands outstretched expectantly,
and so I cry reluctantly,
"Forgive me my iniquity!".
One foot at a time moving forward,
I stumble in and out of your word.
When will your patience for this soul end?
I fall on my face in disacord,
look to myself instead of my Lord,
like beauty fading, cut from the stem.
Discouraged, disparaged and engorged
on this fruit that I just can't ignore;
stuck in debt that no man can afford,
wrists bleeding the life you adore.
I see through the haze a face adorned
with tears of blood and a crown of thorns.
I reach out for this man as we die,
and two lives flash in front of my eyes,
one perfect and one full of sin.
"Forgive me Lord! Save me now!" I cry,
as with my last painful breath I try
to undo what was done on a whim.
I let go this long black robe of pride
and stand naked with nothing to hide!
Light surounds me on every side
as my past and my future collide;
I feel peace where torment did reside,
I feel hope with this man by my side,
I feel love only after I've died.
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