The Scientist and the Pilgrim

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“But I have this against you, that you have abandoned the love you had at first. Remember then from what you have fallen…” (Revelation 2:4-5 RSVA)

The hardships and delusions of life can make us forget the love we had in the beginning with Christ, but He calls us to come back to Him. It is not too late.

“The Scientist”

(Lyrics by Cold Play)

Come up to meet you, tell you I’m sorry
You don’t know how lovely you are I had to find you
Tell you I need you
Tell you I set you apartTell me your secrets
And ask me your questions
Oh, let’s go back to the start

Running in circles
Coming up tails
Heads on a science apart

Nobody said it was easy
It’s such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard

Oh, take me back to the start

I was just guessing
At numbers and figures
Pulling the puzzles apart

Questions of science
Science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart

Tell me you love me
Come back and haunt me
Oh, and I rush to the start

Running in circles
Chasing our tails
Coming back as we are

Nobody said it was easy
Oh, it’s such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be so hard

I’m going back to the start

Oh [x4]

Hope Deferred

Note: This poem was written in March of 2000 at the end of 20 years of emotional isolation and depression that, by the grace of God, was about to end.

From where does all this pain arise?
Why does my heart cry within?
Tokens of love abandoned in the street,
Hope dashed beneath men’s feet.

Surely God above planned more life than this,
A life scarred by war and toil.
Surely the One called Love brought us forth,
To do more than fertilize His soil.

Whereby do we gain His promise kept?
Wherewith is it caught and claimed?
Is not there more to this life found,
Than tears, sweat, blood and pain?

I know that there is a promise give’
Of perfect life by and by.
But would it be too much to ask,
To live His Life before I die?

Can a man so frail, wounded and weak,
Ever know happiness more than grief?
Can a lowly specimen such as I,
Know life that is more than a Thief?

I read novels of pain and sorrow,
But all abides well in the end.
I read a book of holy writ,
And it spoke of life freed of sin.

So here is Hope’s shadow on my door,
He wrestles with Reaper Grim.
That my parting days who is to say,
Might be blessed by peace within.

Love Unfeigned

How far will your love dare to go?

Will you dare to let it publicly show?

You say you love but does it hurt?

Is it sacrificial or is it just dead works?

 

When the person you help has a shady past,

And people find out you are reaching to outcasts,

Will you continue to be seen by all with them,

And be accused of joining-in with them in sin?

 

Will you, like Christ, let reputation go,

Or will you retreat and let them suffer another blow?

Will you be a friend of sinners, tax men and whores,

Or will you join in with the “righteous” and slam your doors?

 

Religion purports to care for the hungry and lost,

But it always considers how much it costs.

Money and fame seems to be the utmost

Consideration in what they build and boast.

 

As for me and my house we will care for the least,

And could care less about thoughts of ones serving the beast.

Who is a whore in the eyes of God above?

Is it a poor woman or one who sells Christ’s love?

 

Give me the sinners as friends in my life,

I am tired of your gossip and religious strife.

You can judge and condemn and go your way,

But I will forgive and show love to my dying day.