Everything is Beautiful

Alright I'm back, vacations over in a big way... and well I did not win hockeyswap biggest game ever (for those of you who know what that is) I did learn alot, and still am learning a lot. I currently am in Winnipeg writing this, on a missions trip to the inner city and just going around to a teen drop-in centre, and really living in the slum, with prostitution right outside the window... literally. It is really sad to see, we actually saw two girls get picked up the other day, so I really ask that you guys pray for the North End of Winnipeg as it is, for the most part, living in poverty right now. I will talk about my missions trip more at a later date, but for this post I really wanted to just mix it up, and while I was out here one of the first days we were talking about a variety of stuff (most which I will go into later) and I was refecting on that stuff and wanted to share a poem I wrote while thinking of this stuff, so here is my poem, I know it is not near grammatically sound or anything but it is from the heart:

Everything is Beautiful.

Everything is beautiful, the sun in the sky,
the stars up above, that look in your eye,
A smile of God, with love.

All in his image, all equal are we,
All as one body, all unique and wonderful,
The beauty of the one, resonating in us,
The glory of the sovreign, of love and power.

Yet there is one other, of troubling evil,
Come to take the rose and its petals,
Come to strip all beauty of thei world,
Come with a blindfold to steal the hearts of boys and girls

Running rampade all over the earth, speaking lies and deceit,
Then love came down to show justice,,
Love came down and roamed the earth,
Love came down and along with it birth

Birth of a new day, of new songs, of joy,
Birth of a freedom to rid us of evil,
Birth of a Jesus, born in the hay,
Wandering the earth teaching love to all men

Until one day the sky grew dark,
Evil formed around all human hearts,
Stone hears prevail, for all love is lost,
All love abandoned, and nailed to a cross

A world without love, gone with three nails,
A world without love, gone with two planks,
A world without love, gone with six blows,
Just a glimpse of thsi world, NO love and No hope

Three day's are all it took, three days all feel lost.
Three days, more questions, no answers, just time.
Time to dwell on the time that was had,
The words that were spoken, no words spoken now.

No words, just silence, thinking and tears,
No words, despair, the one is not here,
No words, three days, of hate and of hell,
But three days' all it took, and where is he now?

For what is evil, but the absence of love,
And this love has the power to triumph all,
Triumph over hate and hell and all wrongs,
For now and forever, and everything already done.

Everything is beautiful, it was formed out of love,
It was formed by it's maker, if was formed with a purpose.
Everything is beautiful, evil has no pow'r
And love now runs rampade, and fills where it's not.


I pray that God will bless you with this poem today, as you read it.

Nick Poetker