WATCH ME GET WICKED LIKE A HAND GRENADE!!!

I was recently going through my journals, as I do once and a while, and I came upon a poem I wrote. I wrote it while reading Nikki Cruz' book, Run Baby Run, an autobiography of Cruz' days as a gang member in New York and his journey to know Jesus as his Saviour. Nikki Cruz was the first "disciple" off the street that David Wilkerson "recruited." For those of you who need a reminder, David Wilkerson is the author of the renowned book, The Cross and The Switchblade, as well as the founder of Teen Challenge Ministries (I proudly say that my family was a part of that ministry for 9 Years!!), now a world-wide ministry to rehabilitate alcohol and drug addicts. In my poem, I make reference to bullets. Nikki's gang experiences led me to a metaphorical revelation about bullets. Whether literal or not, bullets can hurt and even kill. For me, bullets represent the words, the actions, and the circumstances in our lives in which we can hurt others with or make light of them for good. As Christians we have an exceptional power through the Holy Spirit to be "The Ammunition For The Future."

BULLETS, BULLETS
IN THE SKY.
BULLETS, BULLETS
AIMING HIGH.
DOWN BELOW
THE DARK POWDER
LIES.
KILLING THE SHADOWS,
NO ONE C R I E S.
UNDER THE NIGHT,
ONLY OUR SOULS
KNOW WHAT IS
WRONG.

BULLETS, BULLETS
LIKE STREAMS OF
DEATH.
BULLETS, BULLETS
ONE LAST BREATH.
IN THE LOT
RED CLEAN UP LOOMS.
CHEERING HAS FADED
ALL ARE MAROONED.

FUTURE TELLS US
TIMES ARE
BLEAK,
BUT WHO'S
FACE DO WE SEEK?

BULLETS, BULLETS
FATAL B L O W.
BULLETS, BULLETS
IT'S TIME TO SHOW.
UP ABOVE,
THE STREET LIGHT SHINES
CROWDING OUR SINS,
BLEMISHES IT B L I N D S.
UNDER THE DAY
WE CANNOT HIDE.
OUR CONSCIENCE NUDGES
HARD IN THE SIDE.

BULLETS, BULLETS
WHAT WE DO?
BULLETS, BULLETS
HOW, WHERE & WHO?
RUNNNING FORWARD,
R U N SIDE-BY-SIDE
TAKE THE BULLET,
HOP ON A RIDE.
UNDER THE S C O P E,
AIM NIGHT OR DAY
IN THE SHADOWS
I CANNOT STAY.

WATCH-A GUNNA DO
WHEN WE FREAKS ARE KILLIN'?
WHEN WE NOT CHILLIN'?
THE MOST HIGH GAVE US
AMMUNITION FOR POWER &
DRIVE.
INSTEAD WE BOMBING,
SHOOTING SOULS &
K-NIVIN'.

BULLETS, BULLETS
CAN BLEED EVEN US.
IT'S TIME TO DO RIGHT,
IN GOD WE TRUST.
THE CROSS IS OLD
BUT THE NAILS HAVE NOT
RUST.
MATURING WISDOM
WE SHOULD FROM IT HAR-VEST
AGAIN I SAY,
IN GOD WE TRU-UST.

BULLETS, BULLETS
NONE ARE DYING.
BULLETS, BULLETS
GOD'S MIGHT IS FLYING.
ON DISPLAY BRIGHTLY,
FOR ALL TO SEE.
SAVING MILLIONS,
STARTING BY ONE, TWO & THREE
WE, OBLIVIOUS TO
THE STARES.
WE, THE AMMUNITION
OF THE RARE-IST.

~Natalie M. Steele
~May 10, 2005

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