The Best Poem by Jesse Fast

The Best



I thought I had it all...
My life, my look, my time.
But as my life unfolded,
The words did not all rhyme.

It seemed my tears were lost,
Like raindrops in a stream.
The future looked uncertain,
I did not dare to dream.

I tried to find the cause,
Why is the way unclear?
Is life a measure only,
What will define a year?

I wished for peaceful rest,
But found that silence fled.
For ruin had raised its voice,
And hope seemed all but dead.

I cannot still go onward,
Without a place of rest.
I must arrest this progress!
This way is not the best!

The Best? Do I deserve?
How can I trust this Voice?
But softly now I hear it;
“Now make Me your choice”

Must I not earn this prize?
My Savior’s words are true;
“You can only give your all;
For I have ransomed you.”

Wednesday, April 16, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: inspirational
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