God has been changing me, radically and intensely. He has molded and refined me, shattered and rebuilt me. Out of the countless ways He has been working in my life these past few weeks, one such way is my poetry. He has been blessing me with a few new ones almost every day! More than that, He has instilled in me a passion for sharing them. Because of insecurity, struggles with pride, and false humility, I never really wanted to share them. I was terrified of fake compliments, praise going to my head, or people not liking or appreciating them. That has changed. Now I can’t help but let them spill out. God has given me this gift and these words for a reason. It would be disastrous to bottle them up. They are my personal prayers and expressions, and God uses them to bring me healing and maturation, but surely He can also use them in bigger ways. I am not sure what that will mean in the future (who knows, eventually you may hear Malachi Schroeder be mentioned as a modern published poet lol), but for now I have decided that I will simply post a monthly blog holding a couple poems I wrote during that month. I pray that these simple words from a simple man who serves an amazingly complex God can encourage, edify, or convict you. Thank you.
Organize
God, I open the door to my mind
Come into my brain if You have time.
I am sorry for the messy state
I have filled it to the brim with hate
Sins piled up in infinite mound
Trinkets from dark places I’ve been found
Air is foul and it’s cluttered in here
Shame lurking hidden fills me with fear
On bended knees, I ask for Your help
Creator, answer this struggling yelp
Perish the thought of You as a maid
But frankly, Lord, I could use Your aid
I need You to come inside to clean
Clear this attic for Heavenly sheen
Please burn the hordes of trash, scrub the stains
Please kill the rodents, erase the pains
With low, humble heart, more do I ask
Cleanliness only part of the task
With vast empty mind, danger looms still
Easy while void for wrong things to fill
In place of junk mountains you have burned
Place many cabinets filled with Your Word
Install walls of shelves for love and grace
Set Godly passion in each bare space
Grant one final thing, as You see fit
Bring a central chair for You to sit
If in my brain You forever stay
I know in my heart that I won’t stray
So Must We
As Jesus did, so must we
We’ll follow His example
Live beside those on the street
To give from Spirit ample
Evangelized to many
But nourished a chosen few
Twelve men was plenty
Spread the Word of life anew
Performance was not His aim
Show His Father to mankind
Did not try to entertain
Through relations He refined
Loved His brothers that He called
Showed them through words and action
Kind, He led them when faith stalled
Patient, He showed affection
Served His brothers on His knees
The God of all washed their feet
Bid them aid the least of these
Pour out grace on all they meet
Led them on the narrow path
Taught them how to pray, think, feel
Trained them to avoid God’s wrath
By embracing faith that’s real
Jesus Christ lived for these men
In love, service, and lesson
Lord and Savior died for them
Rose to guide them to Heaven
As Jesus did, so must we
Glorify the Son of God
With relations, make all free
His great Name, our mighty rod
We…
We were
Made to walk in the Garden with Him
Not to drown in the cesspool of sin
We were
Called to be God’s beloved neighbor
Not to die from the curse of labor
We were
Born to be the Children in the Sun
Not to murder His only true Son
We are
Saved by the grace of our Father’s plans
Not by the works of sinful hands
We will
Walk with Yahweh in infinite light
Not in the doom of Nothingness night
