my vision’s too small (slam poetry)

I wrote this weeks ago after God “wrecked” me with a bigger vision for my life and relationships. It’s been sitting in my blog drafts for weeks…mainly because sharing my “slam poetry” with you pushes me outside of my comfort zone. And that scares me. But I wrote this as an overflow of God in me, so being scared is just dumb. I pray it blesses.

(Oh and hearing my own voice on the non-professional recording {click here to listen} proves what I try to deny. Twenty years in the deep south means I have a Southern accent.)

 

 

My vision’s too small.

I get distracted and side-tracked-ed
Into thinking that my ego-centric
sphere of the world
Is what it’s all about.

But my vision’s too small.

I get stuck down here.
My insides too affected by people and fears erected,
and I lose sight of the bigger picture —
A holy, holy, holy God on His throne.

My vision’s too small.

All day of every, single day that the calendar hosts,
this world moves towards its eternal destiny.
Second by second, choice by choice
And yet I get entangled with personal preferences —
talking of differences and consequences,
forgetting the transcendence of my King.

My vision’s too small.

God does incomprehensible, seemingly impossible things.
He parts waters, defying all laws of nature.
He raises dead people, defying all human reason.
He transforms hearts from self-gratifying to self-sacrificing.
Bending down.
Touching man.
Changing the desire of human souls.

My vision’s too small.

He speaks so that mere humans can hear.
He writes so that mere humans can understand.
He makes Himself small and comes as a baby
then dies in our place
so that mere humans can scratch the surface of eternal good.
God Almighty ushering in the deep things of God Almighty.

My vision’s too small.

So I pray for a shift.
I ask Him to open my eyes
that I might see as He sees.
Jesus-compassion for the bound and
Love so secure in my Father that
wounds from a friend no longer
hold the same weight they once did.

My vision’s too small.

The Maker of Heaven and Earth with His eternal plan
does what He wants, graciously including man.
He does soul-awakening things that leave eternal footprints
on the road to His throne-room.

My vision’s too small.

There’s no room for small praying.
There’s no room for blind living.
There’s no room for a numbed existence.
Not as long as our God reigns.
 

How’s your vision?