The Unbreakables.

It’s been awhile since I’ve written anything, mainly since I’ve been scrambling to pick up the pieces of my broken life and I just haven’t been sure how to put it into words. Well, here’s a poem that I wrote about what it means to be a Christian in the hard times of life. 

The Unbreakables.
Though dying, our bodies are — we rise. 
Though stretched thin and far — we rise. 
Though cast down and forgotten — we rise. 
Though weak and down-trodden — we rise. 
Though beaten and bleeding — we rise. 
Though hated and fire-feeding — we rise. 
Though now lost and alone — we rise. 
Though overlooked and unknown — we rise. 
Though ever tried and tested — we rise. 
Though tired and unrested — we rise. 
Though our scars fade not away — we rise. 
Though weary we still say — we rise.
Though shaken and shattered — we rise. 
Though banners torn and tattered — we rise. 
Though wounded and depressed — we rise. 
Though imprisoned and oppressed — we rise. 
Though all we know fades to grey — we rise.
Though death we face each day — we rise. 
Through the Risen Christ, the King — we rise. 
My soul will learn to sing — we rise.

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About Jonathon Thigpen

I am a student, writer, photographer, traveler, teacher, and Lego enthusiast, who is endeavouring to be a man after God's own heart.
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2 Responses to The Unbreakables.

  1. John Thigpen says:

    Amen, thanks buddie.
    Dad

  2. Pingback: UnShaken | DIE TRYING

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