Once was born a lovely boy,
with a seed of dark in his heart.
He did not learn the concept of joy.
Fear became his heart's mark.
All too well he had learned
the hate that men would do.
Apathy was what his love earned
from the man he was born to.
To him his life seemed a mistake
taught by the things his father said.
His best friend was his heartache,
second only to his soul's dread.
In time his father drunk himself to death,
but not before he named his scorn.
Declaring to his son, like a last breath:
"I wish you had never had been born!"
So he learned that people were haters
and they would cause him grief.
And, if not, in their anger
having no love they would leave.
He also knew he missed the mark,
not knowing the mark of true men.
It shrieked in his heart like a mocking lark,
left him feeling further damned.
As things go, he grew older,
keeping inside the fearful child.
His fear grew, as fire grows bolder,
he learned to hide inside.
He made masks of pride to help him appear
he was not his father's mistake.
Each an ego, with strings of fear,
to hold these masks & hide his ache.
One mask was named Superiority.
It said, "I'm better than you."
It aimed to hide inferiority.
A lie he had bought into.
Another mask, Self-Sufficiency
that said, "I'm okay."
He didn't know this great misery
was part of Satan's sway.
Yet these masks failed to hide
the fear of loss within.
In these fears he chose to abide,
leading him into sin.
For fear of loss, he'd be possessive,
to keep the love of another.
When resisted, he was passive-aggressive,
the love he gained was smothered.
He could not bear the horrid thought,
another seeing his father's son.
If they saw what his father wrought,
he'd be more than undone.
He learned to hide in plain sight,
adept he was at this.
Staying in shadow, so near the light,
he didn't know what he had missed.
Love and Truth was very near,
calling out his name.
Terrors made it hard to hear
behind a wall of blame.
Then one day, they had enough,
this Love and this Truth.
In a Man, with heart so soft,
they came with their proof.
He came to that frightened man,
hiding behind a mask.
This Man's mission for this damned,
wrought in loving task.
He befriended the masked one
with His gentle ways.
He made this one feel like a son,
encouraging with His praise.
"Praise Me," He said, "for how you're made.
You are My delight!
I have formed you with highest grade,
with My highest might!
"Look to Me, I'm the Man,
you desire to be.
You stand before the great I AM.
Believe, and you will see."
"Don't You know who I am?
I'm my father's scorn.
From first breath I was damned.
Why was I so born?"
"By My will, you are here.
I created you with pleasure.
You are Mine, ever dear,
by grace of endless measure.
"Come to Me, see My plan,
borne for a hope and future.
I will make you a true man,
sown with a spiritual suture.
"I know who you are, with sins so many,
that is why I came,
with My grace, so vast and plenty;
with a Name above all names.
"Give Me joy, believe and act
on My word and Spirit.
Show Me you. Remove the mask.
Show the world you repent."
With trembling hand he took the mask,
and threw it to the ground.
Love and Truth had finished the task,
and heaven made a joyful sound.
"The sound you hear is our Father,
delighting in your choice.
By that act I'm now your Brother,
and why our Father voiced."
Then the man, with face exposed,
saw with greater light.
While being weak, saw Sharon's Rose,
that He was his good might.
These masks of pride hid the truth,
for masks can blur one's vision.
He almost missed the loving proof
in the True Man's mission.
If true men are truly strong,
they can be truly weak.
They can sing the True Man's song
and live the True Man's speech.
So we end the unending tale
the son once born of a father's scorn.
In the Truth that lie pales.
The boy has been reborn.
© 9-28-09
Author notes
Based on a true life. I am the boy.
Psalm 27
Prov. 11:17 - "The merciful man does good for his own soul, But he who is cruel troubles his own flesh."
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Comments
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Wow. I couldn't stop reading. This piece was very emotional. I could feel how you felt. I really enjoyed reading this.
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I can't say enough for you. this is truly a beautiful and heart felt piece! I am so proud and happy for you! I am so glad that Jesus's love was given to you! We are all so very joyful that you finally were able to see the true light!
I sometimes wonder, why God has saved me? Even before I opened my heart to Jesus, He has been watching over me! I'm still not sure but it must be something big indeed! That is how I feel about it. I just wanted to share that with you!
Thanks for sharing this wonderful piece, my brother!
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It Is Indeed Something Big...
...it is His love. Why else would God do such a thing for such as us? It is just a matter of time before we each see how He expresses that love through our lives, in how He uses us.
It took this long for me to see what He wanted me to see. Then He intends. So much more, with it being that I'm still alive. Watch what He does for you.
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Finding the truth behind each of our existence... an amazing discovery for all who choose to see the blessings that has been placed before each of us that is within our grasp to choose to deny those who dare to tamper with the life tha tGod chose us to lead... Praise you for finding this discovery and walking in the light of our true fathers grace...If beauty can be found in the darkest moments of our physical birth to our soul being reborn you have found it my friend... Many Blessings to you!!!
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Thank you!
You're right of course. I hope this says something to any man who reads it.
God bless...
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this was really well done and it did flow nicely and it was a good read ,
and in your own style of writing you did very well and thanks will read more of your works
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Revealing
Bob, I can't describe to you how much I am able to identify with you in the pain that you've so humbly and openly described herein. I'm looking forward to seeing what healing that Christ has brought about as I read part 2.
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Excellent
Story in poem is so good,this is a very grim story, dam the man who twisted this boy's mind to think he was worthless. I hope after the judgment he is placed in he deepest part of Hell
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I forgive my father...
...I even pity the man. He missed out on enjoying a son he fathered.
I'm sure the Lord will be just with him as He will be with me. I'm covered in Jesus' blood!
It all worked for good. My dilemma brought me to an infinitely loving Father. I will be welcomed by Him.
I don't look back except when I want share how the True Man Jesus took me in.
God bless in Jesus' name...
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I really like this. I flows really well and the word choice is really neat.
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very sad
I really like this poem. Very well written. Also, I think it is well thought out. The wording was good and the meaning was very cleaar. Enjoyed it very much Sharon Lee -
Hey, awesome job with this poem! It was awesome and flowed so well! The rhyming was great and the words you chose were awesome. I usually have a hard time reading longer poems, but I was so into this one right from the start. It kept my attention the whole time! I'm definitely going to have to read part 2 of this poem because I really liked reading this one! Awesome job with this, thanks for sharing and I am glad that I was able to read it!
Keep it up!
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I was left feeling empathy for the boy and the man
I love the background it lead a light note to the poem.
eagerly waiting for the next part of the poem. I would expound in stanza number 5 about superiority, inferiority, and self-sufficiency it seems too rushed and abruptly done. Good job otherwise.
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this is so personal and heart tearing.for the little boy i am so saddened but so very, very proud of the way he grew up to be you! what a wonderful brother you have been for me, a wonderful son of God. thank you for sharing this. keep writing! God bless you always
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I loved that poem. It was so personal and touching. I have tears for you, empathy is a strong suit of mine. I felt so bad for the little boy, and so proud of the man you had become. Very powerful. One of my favorites. I cannot wait to read the "continued"...
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wow
You're the boy bro?
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How very heartfelt and emotional. This gave me a good look inside your soul. You know that it takes every lifes lesson and mistake to bring us to the point of needing our heavenly father to straighten out the mess we have wrought upon ourselves. I identify quite a bit with the words you have written here and it tugged at my heart strings with realization. Thanks for sharing this piece of your soul. God bless,
Frogz~
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"Love and Truth was very near,
calling out his name.
Terrors made it hard to hear
behind a wall of blame."
Wonderful lines. I hope everyone goes on to part 2, but then how could you stop reading and not find out the end of the story? You MUST go on to part 2.
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This is very close to my story of rejection abandonment and rebellion. Very powerful stuff! Keep penning!
Love James
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