Remember the Mission (Poem)

(I was reading through some old poems I wrote and decided I would share this one. I wrote it about a year ago and I did a little editing to it. I am not bringing back Cleaning Out the Attic…yet. I just wanted to share a couple of poems on the blog—here’s the first one:)


I thought to myself today,
I wonder what would happen
If the believers on my campus
Would align with others
On another—
Like Grambling?
What if we had an event
To pull us all together,
Would they come out?
But it was quickly dismissed
By a voice that whispered,
“There aren’t any Christians at

And I found myself
Sinking into this comfortable place
But not so comfortable zone
Where I began to agree
Feeling as though the only believers
Known to exist
Solely live within my city limits

But see,
You have to be careful
Because when you take on that
You’ll find yourself
Shrinking down the area of where
–other believers live
To the point where
You think the lone followers of Christ
Don’t go past the four walls of
–your house

You are not the only one
Because God could not find one
And it took One
His only begotten Son
To redeem us all
You are not the only one

But we like to think we are

We come together in fellowship
For so many other things
Sporting events
House parties
Parties just to party parties

Yet when it comes time to show
–support in God’s house
We are missing in action
Suddenly we become choosy
In which ones we seek to go to
I know we can’t make them all
Shouldn’t we at least make an
To show our faces,
If not but for a brief instant?

I remember
Standing there and looking out
Into a nearly desolate room
I had gone to poetry events
That were standing room only
Yet I had never seen a place
So bleak
So empty
And I kept thinking,
Surely they could’ve came tonight
They could at least come
One time

Until finally,
God showed me I missed the point

“Those who come,
Let them come,” He said,
“and pour into them faithfully.
Those who showed up
Needed to be there
Versus those
Who appear for the sake of saying
–they did.
Who come with no expectancy
Of anything
Other than to take notes and report
Of the who, what, where, why
And occasionally
The how.”

Jesus had a point
And as He’s opened up my eyes
He began to press on me,

“If the kings and queens won’t
If the royals won’t accept the invitation,
Then go and get the beggars.
Go out into the streets,
Outside of those palaces
And ivory towers laced with gold.
Search in the alleyways,
The landfills,
The dumpsters,
The hoods and the ghettos.
Go and find the harlots,
Go and get the murderers,
The whoremongers,
The outcasts and scourging.
Go and gather
All the rejected and least desirable
–of them;
Welcome them to My table,
This feast I have prepared,
Let them come and be more appreciative
–of what has been set.”

And yet,
I found myself reluctant
Unwilling to approach them
I want to be like Jesus
But I don’t want to be just like Jesus
I rather hang with the church folk
And sometimesy Christians
Than to model my Savior
Who sat and ate with sinners
Never mind the fact
That, I, too was a sinner
And He came and greeted me
When no one in the church would
–even speak to me
When those same church folks I
–now favor
Slung rocks
Out of their self-righteous sling shots

God, forgive me…

I hang my head in shame
As I still manage to back away
But He only continues to press on me,
“Go beyond your walls, Daughter.
Reach out to your community,”
Yet I find myself saying, no
They’ll never listen to me
I begin to make excuses

They are saved—they would never
They say they love Jesus, but they
–ain’t really talkin’ bout it
I mean, I could try and put that on
But no one would even show up
Face it—there aren’t any real saints
They’re all just pretending

I hadn’t stop to consider
In those group of pretenders
I would also be included
How can I say I love Him
But won’t love as He loves?
How can I say I want to follow after
But I won’t serve Him
Nor submit to His will and His way?

We make such a mess of things
By thinking more of ourselves than
–what we are
“You are not the only believer,”
This is what my Father in heaven tells
“And if they will not come
Then let all those who desire
Come and fellowship with Me.
Let them come into the house
As they are.
Minister to those who I have sent
–before your presence
And have been drawn unto My light.
Do not send them away
For I personally have extended the
To all,
But only those who accept
Shall dine with Me forever.
Be hospitable,
Show them mercy,
For with tender loving kindness
–have I drawn thee.
Go out, show mercy,
Have compassion
As you pursue this thing you call
Your passion.
Be grateful
And extend the grace I have given

There are more believers
Than just the ones at Prairie View A&M
Beyond Prairie View
And Waller County
But there are also those
Who are the forgotten
And them, too, must I also bring

If royalty will not sit with The King
Then I shall gather those
Who have not yet claimed their
Who have no idea who their Father
Who are waiting
To be adopted by Him

We are not the only ones
We must leave our familiar circles
Doing as God has called
So that through our willingness
He may draw
ALL men
And so when that day comes
We may all glory together
In eternal peace

And what a beautiful sight that
–will be

More beautiful than crowds
No, oceans
Of people
Praising and worshipping as one
More beautiful than brothers and
–sisters of every race
Fellowshipping with one another
And seeing each other
As family
Having the uncanny ability
To spiritually sense a connection
–to someone
A connection one feels to a close
–relative or sibling
While not having known them
Simply because we all worship the
–same God

That day will be so grand
And majestic
There are no words to describe
How wonderful it will be
Neither how glorious a day it shall
–be for us all
And why would we want people
–to be there for that?
Why would we want others to attend
That event?

I’m beginning to find out
It is better to do what God has placed
–on your heart
And have Him be pleased with you
Rather than measure its success
–in comparison
To those who have done it before you
And twice as long
Just because they’ve done it longer
Doesn’t mean
They haven’t been doing it wrong
And perhaps
Just maybe
It wasn’t as successful as it seemed
On the surface
Maybe the focus was missed


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