I never have walked on the water
Nor raised anyone from the dead
And the blind won't be given their sight
If I give them a touch on the head
I leave that to God and his angels
The power of life isn't mine
I am NOT in charge of the miracles
And I can't change this water to wine
Don't ask me to heal all your sorrows
That isn't my calling, for sure
I'm more of the man in the middle
I'm neither the cause nor the cure
And if you're in search of a savior
That's something that I cannot be
It's best that you just keep on looking
You'll be disappointed in me
I can't calm a storm on the ocean
I didn't part the sea with a staff
And if you believe I'm a saint
You're in for one hell of a laugh
I didn't hang the stars in the heavens
Or give the sun orders to shine
I'm only a poet for God's sake!!
And I can't change this water to wine




















Excellent poem. Actually we kinda have the same content

It's true, however, that though your writing is divine, you are only human. I feel your frustration. People think that just because you can express your own pain so well, you'll be able to soothe theirs. I quite liked this write; it's really a plea to reason, and very humble. Great job, as always!

Truer words were never spoken. THIS is how a christian should behave. Admit we're not perfect, leave the perfectness to God. I would much rather have someone say they realize their faults, mistakes, short-comings than to pretend to have no fault as if they walk around with halo attached to the top of their head. YOu are an inspiration. Thank you for writing this. I have a feeling, and maybe I'm wrong
but I have a feeling you knew this one would be a comfort.
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