The Ramblings of an Amateur

The title of this poem is exactly what this is. I was working on my poem portfolio for my critic, Bro. Nate Baugh, when I began to meditate on a sermon given at Family Camp by Bro. Steven Strooh. As I thought, I typed just whatever was in my head at the time. And well, this was it.

I have always heard that it was us.
mankind that needed God.
But I can not help but wonder if this is true.
God was the lonely one who made us.
He craves a fellowship with His children like an addict craves his drug.

Please forgive me for such a comparison, but I am at a loss for any other example.
It is almost as if He is waiting for us to cry out to Him for His help and guidance.
I know that some may think my words outrageous,
I assure you that is not my intent.
Some theologians or long-time, deep Bible thinkers, may scoff and laugh at these ramblings of an amateur.

And maybe I am completely off, but I see no other explanation.
For why someone as great as Christ would die for
for someone like me.
Even if He had an ego the size of the universe and our worship fed it more,
He surely would not pour His love and mercy out upon this world.

And the final thing that would make me think such things as this, is we call Him Abba Father.
Daddy, in a sense.
Only a child still small and needy calls her father this.
Yet this is what He wants to be called by all of His.

I do not know as much as others on deep spiritual things.
But I still can not help but wonder if the ramblings of an amateur are closer to the truth than they seem.

By: Zoey
9-2000