Think it Through

Inspired by many of my experiences out sharing in Santa Monica, here is a poem I wrote. It's a little rough at parts, but I just finished the last few lines and figured I would just post it now.

Think it Through (or, Some thoughts on Life and Sharing)
Some unimportant words on the important things in life

A simple little question that so often scares away:

"Sir, would you care to take some time out of your busy day?"

And usually they walk,

But if they stay to talk,

I'll ask them my first question and see what they have to say

"This one's a little tricky" I will warn them in advance.

"Why are we here? For God? For us? Or is it purely chance?"

Their speech begins to stall

But their features say it all:

They haven't really thought about their present circumstance.

The problem isn't time, or "I have better things to do"

(They had the time to stop and talk with me about their view)

It's a pitfall in disguise,

And here's what I surmise:

The problem is they simply haven't thought to think it through.

Either God is real, and Jesus is the Truth, or else He's not.

But if He is, then Heaven is sublime, and Hell is hot.

They say the thought is nice,

And they're open to advice,

And yet they live like atheists without a second thought!

A life that's lived apart from God can never be enjoyed;

No cause, no purpose, no effect; of principle devoid.

The only road from there

Is one-way to despair;

A faithless leap from off a cliff into an empty void.

See, I remember planning out my story like an arc,

But when I reached the very end, I wrote a question mark.

Some day, we all will die;

Why do we even try?

And then I found the One who turned my life to light from dark

Whenever I begin to doubt and wonder what to do,

There comes a time when I decide to question what is true.

And answers can be found

Where grace and truth abound.

I find them every time because I choose to think it through.

God made us all in love, but then we chose to go astray;

We pushed aside his perfect plan and chose a broken way.

But God didn't leave us there

He came down, His love to share,

And nailed his own Son on the cross, our debt of sin to pay.

When I was dead and fallen, I had nothing left to do.

I had no way to save myself, this much I knew was true.

My mind could not conceive

The grace I would receive

Thank God that He's in charge, not me, and He can think it through

So now it's said, and what is said I do believe is true.

I thought it through and made my choice, so now I challenge you:

Don't take life sitting down,

Get up and look around,

And turn your doubts to questions, and then choose to think it through!