I’m not the diagnosis

[Alan Heeley]

Came across this looking through my “library” of poems
Dusted it down and thought I would share

I’m not the diagnosis

Stop looking at the diagnosis
I’m much bigger than that,
Seeing the cancer that’s raging within me,
Putting me in that pigeon hole
Putting me In that box,
For me to live is Christ
And to die is gain…
Stop wasting time feeling sorry
I’m resting in Jesus’ arms,
Every time you see me
You put me in that pigeon hole,
You put me in that box!
You first think of is my illness,
Not seeing Jesus in me
A child of the living God

Stop looking at me as the alcoholic
Me and Jesus have moved on from that,
If Jesus has healed me
Made new… given new life,
Why do you keep bring it up?’
Putting me in that pigeon hole putting in that box?
Labeled
curiosity,
Every time you see me
You think of my past
Not seeing Jesus in me
A child of the living God

Stop looking at the thief,
the robber,
That’s all in the past,
Jesus told me ‘today I’ll be with Him, in paradise’
Jesus and me have moved on!
commissioned me to go into the whole world!
With God there is
No pigeon holes
No league of sin,
Every time you see me
You put me in that box
first you see their past
Don’t trust me, just in case…
Not seeing Jesus in me
A child of the living God

Stop seeing the prostitute,
Wondering
How on earth could she do that?
It’s all forgotten, washed away by Jesus’ blood!
You’re worrying
If she sins again,
could I trust my husband?
Would he be safe?
You’re not seeing a child of the living Saviour
A hand maiden of the Living God
Stop pigeon holing her
Stop putting her in that box labeled
‘Not to be fully trusted’
Limiting God…
Every time you see her
You first think of her past
Not seeing Jesus in her
A child of the living God

Many are round pegs in square holes
Because they have been labelled
Fo their past,
When you see them
Stop pigeon hole them
Start thinking outside the box
Not what they were
Or what they did
But see through Jesus eyes
You’ll see Salvation bought by Jesus blood
A new creation
A child of the living God

 

[bobinfaith]

Hello Alan;

Where do you get these thoughts? Is it the poet's spirit or witnessing the world's experience?

I'm an optimist with God but I'm not blind to the negativity of the world, the wayward decisions humans make and having that cloud of the past trail them as we age.

This week I received an email flyer from my brother about a large, annual block party in our neighborhood that we grew up in. It will be a barbeque with keg beer and 3 live rock bands. I played in one of the bands back in 1971 and after all these years they are still playing locally. Many stayed behind in their roots.

I have wonderful memories of this community but there are also trails of the past that people I grew up with remember. I know the times have changed. I have changed and live a life that is far away from the past but so close to Jesus.

Let the world judge me for my past. It cannot replace my new creation and life with Christ which is so different at this stage of my life.

God bless you, Alan, and thank you for sharing I’m not the diagnosis

 

[Alan Heeley]

Bobinfaith
Thanks for your your response
Like most of my poems , I see something going on around me,
Call on my life experiences-and then my mind drifts off with the fairies…
there’s this guy at church who has had a colourful pass, he is happy to share his testimony but until our new pastor arrived he was wheeled out like a trophy at every special meeting convention etc. the new minister has, in my mind, started to disciple him and he, amongst other things has started to preach and WOW has he something to share he is way more than his past it just needed one person to see his potential in Jesus
Other verses are shall we say “fly on the wall “observations with a little bit of poetic licence thrown in to make the poem flow
Anyhow hope you make it to your celebration
ROCK ON!