Christian Poems

Frustration

Lord, frustration fills my veins. I am frustrated with a lot right now and hate even more about myself. I suppose sadness and defeat are in the mix too.

I went against You the other night, even though I got lost in the moment. I thought it was something I should do. But that moment lead to more disaster. Well, truly, it didn't start there. It started with me taking off work to hang with fellowship friends. I should have said no and everything would've been avoided. I'm sorry. But since I got myself into this storm, I'll repent and take the discipline to better behave.

I spoke private conversations about family members I had with a friend. I shouldn't have. It was probably too personal and the content wasn't showing them in a positive light. I know there is power of life and death in the tongue, so please forgive me. I feel the need to confess it to my mom and ask her for forgiveness. Hopefully I have the chance.

I also apologized to that same friend for not being a great comforter when he needed one. Or, at least a listener. He is a better one than I. I need to get better at having the words to say. And to destroy the pride that temps me into talking about myself. I shouldn't bring myself into it. Even if it may be in relation to their problem. I should give all my focus on that person. Especially since what I was talking about was all negative. I don't wanna be a victim of cynicism. Forgive me, Lord.

I feel frustrated with family. My mom always sad or upset and that ends up rewarding her with what she wants. We give in. It's truly not a happy home without the mother being content. I wish we could change. To be an actual Christian family. I'm sick of repressing my faith at home. Or feeling afraid to be how I'd like to be in Christ when around them. I wish they'd passionately seek Christ alongside me. I wish they'd put their lukewarm ways behind them. To speak good, to love others, to read their Bibles. I wish we could have a conversation without anyone yelling at each other. Just one normal conversation. That we all take criticism without dishing it back, harshly. But I know they'll take offense. I'm sure I'll be rebuked.

Money gets tossed away easily, without a care. We procrastinate. We don't use our management wisely for anything. Money or time. And I'm sick of it. We dig ourselves into deeper and deeper holes as they wonder why we've always struggled financially. It's tiring.

But I know I'm the only Bible they're currently reading. And I need help, Lord. Help me teach You to them. To be Your light. Help them want You more. Save them, Jesus. Help these frustrations disappear. Forgive me for all I do and lack to do.

In Jesus Name,

Please