I’d just thought that you’d like to know that I have so far made good on my National Poetry Writing Month commitment. Of course, we’re only two days in . . . At any rate, I’ve been considering I Tim 1 for the last couple days, and, through my thoughts this Good Friday, it became the seed of a poem.
Most of you know I usually write free verse, and let me tell you, meter and rhyme takes writing poetry to a whole different level. Think three-dimensional chess, here. In other trivia, I borrowed the usage of “move” in line 1 from e. e. cummings who may well have borrowed it from the KJV (pure speculation there). I don’t really have a good title yet either, but this will probably go through all sorts of revisons anyway. But here’s the rough draft.
[Once I Moved in Unbelief]
Once I moved in unbelief,
insolence, and blasphemies,
but God’s mercies captured me
who had been the sinners’ chief.O what patience He displayed!
Christ my full atonement made,
while I was His enemy,
bore God’s anger in my stead.Thanks to God for Christ, the Lord!
He, my strength and conqueror,
has uncapped a gracious spring
and upon me now it pours.King of ages, God alone,
on your great, eternal throne—
glories to your name I sing,
by your Spirit, in your Son.