Finals Poetry #3

Just finished writing this, it is about how I felt this afternoon before I took my ECE6604 final: amazingly content. I probably didn't do well on the final, but I did it to the best of my ability, and I did invent some interesting ways to get wrong answers :)
(12/16 2:32am)



"Finals #3"

Awake, alive, when I didn't think I would be,
Joyful, content, when I didn't think I could be:
Tempted to fear, but the Tempter's lost his power,
How is my mind so clear in this troubled hour?

Why, how, is the world so open and clear?
How, in this same world, does my mind not steer
Me toward the many useless things, ways of waste,
The million evidences that my hopes are misplaced?

Instead: life! And diving into the abyss, I am free.
For now, ready, I jump, knowing this place is for me:
I know this is my fight, trial my Father has designed
And through it, and thousand others, I will be sanctified, refined.

Praise God! And let all that's final come!
Show how short, fleeting my worries are, how dumb
I was to seek in my power to defeat them,
How in my own will, my failures, I will repeat them.

Not my power, my will, but Thine!
Strengthen my hands! Then toss me the line:
Draw me out of this damp, dark chasm of mine,
Not one of trial, but of ignoring the Divine.

And here You come upon the clouds,
God, to clear the smog from my forsaken sky!
Your light blazes! A billion trumpets, loud,
You come, even now, and I can't answer why.

Finals Poetry #2

Don't like this one as much as the two previous yet, but keeping up the "at least one poem per sleep cycle" that crossed my mind for finals :)
(12/14/10)


God, that test, that paper, that project
Any glory from it I reject
For even this couldn't happen without You:
For strength and life can only be
Through the One who works powerfully in me.

It's never the work that takes me under the weather,
But only the lies I believe that cloud me over,
That blot out the infinity of Your wonderful sky,
And in this way I cease to sing Your worship shooing.

I think my purposes better, think my times my own
Instead of the beautiful offering You would,
In Your grace, allow me to offer before Your throne
Acknowledging You as the eternal, omnipotent, God alone:
As my purpose, my place is, my joy can be, my contentment should.

This is Your desire, Your holy will, Your command
And I need Your guidance, Lord, Your reprimand:
Here on earth You form me, having saved me from the fire,
You work on my being, shaping my acts and my desire,
Granting me to learn about heavenly Wisdom the earth doesn't understand.

Tear, ever, away, this spirit of fear,
Let all the world of Your glory hear,
And from my lips, through every act
May the Gospel, to my friends, be so near,
That they would learn of life in You that does not lack.

Finals Poetry #1B

Before my one hour of sleep after finishing my paper and project for ECE 6331 at 6:30am (12/14)

Yes, peace shall yet be found,
Without a moment's rest.
Strength and energy all around,
Don't you know how much you're blessed?

Joy, life, contentment
These, friend, are offered you.
In every trial and temptation
A road, path, guidance through.

Finals Poetry #1

Instead of working on my ECE 6331 (Power Electronics) take home final exam, this jumped from my pen :)


Searching for God in the depths of the night,
Can He be found when my soul is not right?
When, from His purpose, my sinful heart has fled,
When, His forgiveness unsought, for acknowledgement of wrong I dread?

Can my God love me, when my self is filled with shame?
WIlll my Lord give me grace, bring life to this broken frame?
How can I hope for healing, hiding here with guilt my companion?
What Power can remove my fear, and bring innocence, honor, despite sin?

Christ! You died to pay the price, rose to show Your power,
Came from the Highest Place, and now deserve all honor.
Oh God! My broken flesh: Surgeon, cut me back to life!
I need to feel Your rod and staff, sanctify me with Your cleansing knife!

So much of me I need exchanged, trading rags for Glory,
My life and desires are rearranged, daily, keep making me holy!
God! The stitches! I tear them away... I must return for healing today.
One Surgery: though new, the transplant's not through, my flesh gets in the way.

Daily I need Your medication, that awesome drug, that I might not reject
The new mind and heart You've given, that me You might re-perfect.
Keep me, ever fighting, ever fleeing the disease,
Cleanse me, claim me, use me as You please.

It is my pleasure to be molded by the Holy One,
My purpose to be ever designed by the Creator.
As clay I have known the blessings from Your Son,
And may my eternity always show, that above all, You are Greater.