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A poem describing myself
The Voyager by Justin Chopin
 Category:  Biographical Poetry
  Posted: October 10, 2013      Views: 589

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Has gone under the pen name of Boz Roz for about three years on this wonderful website. But since so many people were confusing his name with Bozo the clown he decided that he should just stick with his real name. He has a love of God life art and mu - more...

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In the dawn a young voyager
Gazes at the virgin sunlight.
He prays that His God
Will always hold him tight.

He meditates and pleads while
Sitting next to a tranquil tree.
Searching every orifice
Of his heart for a Christ-given harmony.

But it seems in his
Struggling he cannot find.
Anything to alleviate
The demons of his mind.

For he feels life smothering
Him like a living hell.
He is a lonely, monotonic Christian
And this is his tale:

I have been searching for God
Since I was seven years old.
But I can't find His peace and
My spirit is so callous and cold.

In my deepest forebodings of fright
Demons surround me and I can't cry.
Jesus, help me, Sweet Jesus because
I don't want to die.

I tried to sojourn to the forest,
A tranquil Promised Land.
So that Lucifer could not touch me
With his flaming, tortuous hands.

But with every step and with every turn
I begin to lose my fragile hope.
Jesus, please help me
Because I just cannot seem to cope.

The world around me is changing
And in its transformation I can feel.
I'm losing touch with reality
And no longer distinguish what is false or what is real.

My heart is beating so intensely
With every step I take.
Jesus, I give you my spirit and my soul
For I know I am yours, never to forsake.


Author Notes
This is actually a revision of a poem I did about three years ago. basically about me struggling to find my identity in God. The art is from John Bunyan's epic story " Pilgrims Progress." Enjoy.
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