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Only One Life, Twill Soon Be Past – Poem by C.T Studd

Today is my birthday and so whenever this time of year comes around I try remind my self of what this poem encapsulates.

Two little lines I heard one day,
Traveling along life’s busy way;
Bringing conviction to my heart,
And from my mind would not depart;
Only one life, ’twill soon be past,
Only what’s done for Christ will last.

Only one life, yes only one,
Soon will its fleeting hours be done;
Then, in ‘that day’ my Lord to meet,
And stand before His Judgement seat;
Only one life,’twill soon be past,
Only what’s done for Christ will last.

Only one life, the still small voice,
Gently pleads for a better choice
Bidding me selfish aims to leave,
And to God’s holy will to cleave;
Only one life, ’twill soon be past,
Only what’s done for Christ will last.

Only one life, a few brief years,
Each with its burdens, hopes, and fears;
Each with its clays I must fulfill,
living for self or in His will;
Only one life, ’twill soon be past,
Only what’s done for Christ will last.

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Please Hear What I’m Not Saying Poem by Charles C. Finn

I originally posted this on my Facebook years ago but recently stumbled upon it again and thought I should share it. This is a slightly adapted version of  the poem authored by Charles C. Finn

Don’t be fooled by me.
Don’t be fooled by the face I wear,
For I wear a mask, I wear a thousand masks,
Masks that I am afraid to take off,
But none of them are me.

Pretending is an art that’s second nature to me.
But don’t be fooled
I give you the impression that I am secure,
That all is sunny and unruffled with me,
Within as well as without,
That confidence is my name and coolness is my game,
That the water’s calm and I am in command,
And that I need no one.

Don’t believe me, please!
My surface may be smooth,
But my surface is my mask,
My varying and ever-concealing mask.
Beneath lies the real me,
In confusion and fear,
In loneliness.
I idly chatter with you in the suave tones of surface talk.
I tell you everything that’s really nothing,
Of what’s crying within me.
So, when I’m going through my routine,
Please don’t be fooled by what I’m not saying,
And what I’d like to be able to say,
But what I can’t say.

Only you can call me into aliveness,
Each time you’re kind and gentle and encouraging.
Each time you try to understand because you really care,
My heart begins to grow wings,
Very small wings, very feeble wings, but wings.
With your sensitivity and sympathy and your powers
of understanding,
You can breathe life into me, I want you to know that.
I want you to know how important you are to me,
How you can be a creator of the person that is me if you choose to.

Please choose to.
Do not pass me by.
It will not be easy for you.
My long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls.
The nearer you approach to me, the blinder I may strike back.
I fight against the very thing I cry out for.
But I am told that love is stronger than strong walls.
In this lies my hope,
My only hope.

Who am I, you may wonder,
I am someone you know very well-
I am a hurting member of your family,
I am the person sitting beside you in this room,
I am every person you meet on the street.
Please don’t believe my mask,
Please come behind it to glimpse the real me.
Please speak to me, share a little of yourself with me,
At least recognize me.
Please.
Because you care.

Now, I can’t remember what motivated me to post this all those years ago but what motivated me to share it again is just that it reminds me how superficial we all are in our relationship’s. Today as you go about your business you will undoubtedly hear the question “How are you?” to which we all normally respond “I’m good thanks” and carry on with the day. Just think about it, if you asked someone that and they proceeded to tell you about all their problems you would be caught off guard and if you answered truthfully you would most likely receive strange looks as well. We don’t really care about the answer, we just ask it because it is the norm. This poem speaks to the artificial mask that we all present. Yes we all play this game with masks. No it is not just you trying to pretend and act like everything is ok. If we are honest. Deep down we all worry. We all have issues, pain. It is time we recognize that and approach each other with this in mind. Let us lift each other up. Let us put in the effort in to relationships we have with other and help each other.

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