I wrote a poem last week, well I tried to. I kept getting stuck even though I really like the idea. No matter what I tried I couldn’t put anything down that I felt worked, but Chasing Your Heart, by Ryan Stevenson from Fresh Start (2015) made me realise why my poem wasn’t working for me.
I was giving up, I was done dreaming,
‘Bout to hang it up, jaded and defeated,
Looking so hopeless, watching every door closing.
I’m getting sick and tired of the sound of my heart,
Breaking when I see my dreams falling apart,
I’m full of resentment, but I’m still believing…
This is how I felt when I was struggling to write and after two days of wondering why it wasn’t working I realised that I wasn’t putting enough of me in it. Poems need to reflect your own heart, my poem is trying to reflect a young believers heart. That’s not me, I’m fully chasing God’s heart.
I’ll never stop chasing Your heart,
My dreams live wherever You are,
And even when I’m falling apart,
I’ll never stop chasing Your heart.
Whatever it looks like, whatever You say,
What’s stirring in my heart is Yours anyway,
I’m no longer hopeless, cause this door is open…
In my wrestle with a nice idea I did manage to get a poem (if you can even call it a poem) down. I’ve decided to post it while I put poem writing on the bottom of the pile for awhile. You can read it here, it’s called, Do we sense God?
For me, the answer is yes. But what I ask myself is, am I after God’s own heart?
Chasing Your Heart – Ryan Stevenson