A Smoldering Wick | A Poem By Richard Weismann
Meet Richard (bottom left), a truly faithful friend of Times Square Church, who has volunteered in the Missions Department every Wednesday for over 10 years. Among many other hidden talents, Richard is also quite a remarkable poet. And so, after I shared this morning in staff devotions about our family's move to Iraqi-Kurdistan and the verse God had put on our hearts in Isaiah 42:3 (it's on the bottom of the page), Richard comes up to me and hands me a poem he had written about that very verse. It simply blew me away and with his permission it gives me great honor and pleasure to share it with you below...
A Smoldering Wick
By Richard Weismann
It began as a tiny spark
Buried under a mountain of darkness
Stones that were too heavy to move
And too numerous to count
Stones of destruction
Burns of charred forest burnt beyond recognition
Waves of despair crashing against a fragile heart
It was a world permeated with unbreakable chains of cynicism
Where self was king
Deep within the mountain, hope was born
Amidst the seeds of hopelessness,
A small light could be perceived
It was like a drop of water in a universe of burning sand and oil
There was a longing to right the unrightable wrong,
To beat the unbeatable foe;
A longing to go when his arms were too weary
It seemed like an impossible dream
With no more substance than a smoldering wick
At the point of defeat, a deliverer appeared
The one who could transform the tiny spark into a mighty fire
A mighty God with tender heart
His majesty beyond comprehension
His eyes so kind
His words were like a gentle rain that could melt the hardest of hearts
The one true God who came to heal the brokenhearted
None could ever compare
To the Son of the living God
Who came to take away the sins of the world
His name is Jesus Christ
