Its not about me

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Wow how crazy ..I am at this place again of choosing ..seems pretty difficult ..theres so many choices out there...what's the best?...well in my eyes ...to complete a job is to help others and what better way to do this....then share life...you see my life changed because someone wanted this job the pay isn't very appealing but the satisfaction is enduring ..the job i am implying is a youth pastor....now i don't plan on making this poem on religion...rather then just shedding a little light on the subject of being lost and a job that can help them be...Found.....because see I was in the dark far to long..I was a manufactured social normal robot shaped by the ape like mentality.. monkey see, monkey do.....oh how bad a lie was I living...how in the dark was I? until someone shed a little light in my eye....you see that person was my pastor....he showed me there is more to life then the drugs, fame, money, and women..he showed me man you want truth let me show you the story of a truly perfect person. this person said I was worth it whether I was in darkness or light, I am worth the fight that he would use all his might, so that he may give Me sight to see past the lies and shame and theres no other name that could do more then him his name is Jesus. I am sorry if You don't know him he is very amazing and awesome and i was shown him by a youth pastor. who wasn't rich didn't have sermons on T.V asking for money to equal salvation... no but just a everyday Christian who devoted his life to help others because a life to save others was more important to him then a life to pleasure himself with all the "goodies" money could bring. see my Pastor helped me see the truth and he was like a Brother to me looking after me.. heck he still is and oh what I would give to do what he does. I may face challenges of disbelief and not owning wealth to the ends of the earth because of the limitations pastors have... but I know I may show young people the truth and everlasting life and how much more are the young generation, a generation kids live in kids like me who are so blind and lost and in need of help and turning to the wrong things that are so unnecessary and so temporary because I never felt like I could ever fill the void of needing something more. when truly all I needed was love only a life saver could give and how lucky was I to have him 2014 years ago. yet still be able to know him today. oh how much would I give to be able to share that. to be able to I will need to go to college studying many different classes spend much money which in my position i don't have but look to obtain through generous donors.  there may be struggle but in the end I will remember this job is not about me. -JK

 

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