Clamoring for the bottom rung

A poem by: carole l. haines

Clamoring for the bottom rung

By: Carole L. Haines

8/3/11

 

Even if no one else ever sees down deep in the darkest parts of me, I see.

Even if no one else ever knows, the harshest thoughts, the hurts and wounds, I know. Even more important than anything else, God knows.

No one may ever see that I am not at all who I used to be, but God sees, and I see.

God knows and I know. That’s enough for me.

Others may only expect the worst, or forget the best,

and see only what they choose to see.

But God expects the best, believes the best,

hopes the best and has sacrificed His most Precious one to Promise the best.

That’s enough for me.

He promises that the work He has begun in me, He will complete it,

He will perfect it.

He promises that all things will work together for my good, and His Glory.

That He is writing, in me, a wonderful story

of things lost that are found.

Of things broken that are made whole again.

Things dirtied and soiled made white as snow.

Blind men will open their eyes to see

The deaf hear words and songs and sounds

The lame leap up and dance around.

Fools are made wise in the Kingdom of God

The last shall be first and the first shall come down

And all the houses are built on Solid Ground.

People will be clamoring for the bottom rung

Instead of climbing and clawing their way to the top.

The Kingdom of God is upside down

Where the smallest seed is the most precious one found

And we lose all we have to gain what is best

Sitting at His feet is where we find true rest.

Where once more, all that can be shaken, will be

So that only what God gives is left to see

A kingdom that cannot be bought or sold

A Kingdom inside us that never grows old

A Kingdom, unshakable, strong and free

Where all is redeemed and finally made right

Until then, I sit here and sing songs long sung

And wait my turn clamoring for the bottom rung