Saviour in a Syringe
I wrote this poem after watching YouTube about young prostitutes pimping for drugs on Kensington Market in Philadelphia. Once again, my heart was broken. I was reminded of my life a long time ago. I lived a similar life when I left home at 16. At age 20, Jesus Christ reached my heart on the streets of Oshawa, Ontario, Canada. At that time, this city was the murder capital, the methoxetamine capital of Canada, and the main headquarters of one of the world's largest and most well-known motorcycle club Satan's Choice. Oshawa was a hard place. At one point, I lived in a rooming house with several Vietnam deserters and draft dodgers. At a very young age, I did and saw things no kid should see and do. Being also deep in occult practices, I could tell many stories.
I know who I am and where I come from, and I have always remembered this. I did not know God was in the physical church buildings. We thought He was just on the streets with us. I jumped through all the hoops, Bible College and all. Throughout all this, I have been greatly saddened at the distance the heart of the church was from those neediest. I carry this to this day. At 70 years of age and after caring for my two brothers, father, and mother to the passing of life, I am now freed of many of the privileges of caring for them. The church of Jesus Christ, in several years, will be unrecognizable. It will have tremendous Love and the power to do good that this world has never seen. I am ready for this adventure. I am so tired of the old stuff. Give me the mountain. God says he puts the lonely in a home. For the most part, few churches represent a true family, but we will.
Saviour in a Syringe
I once found a saviour in the push of a syringe
She loved me as a mother carrying me away
We danced together in a long euphoric binge
Little did I know her plan was my soul to decay
Life pushes its marvellous and spectacular drug
Shaping and forming you to become an image
The dollar has no concern about your grave being dug
no place for peace all is just a constant scrimmage
A parent still an orphan inside, grieved by failure
No good legacy comes from a wounded heart
Tossed by storms in turbulent seas, just a lost sailor
An empty suit, a shadow, does life have a restart
I have good news to save your slavish meaningless life
For I have been all I have said and much more
There is one who lived all the pain, anguish and strife
What He has done will cause your soul to soar
You can test me to see if I am an insecure fabrication
All I can say is that God paid the hefty price
In this crumbling world, there is a trusted foundation
It's God's Love and Truth in the Lord Jesus Christ
Life is a syringe there are uppers and sad downers
There is always hope for that super-lasting "hit"
A Utopia, Shangri la, that perfect lay the story of mourners
Without Christ, this world for you will never fit.
Dan Chappell was fathered in the prophetic by Robert Ewing of Grace Churches of Texas in the early 80’s and mentored in “The Heart of the Father" by Jack Winters.
He is recognized trans locally for his sensitive and encouraging prophetic and strategic insight. His gifting is not just for the local church, but impacts churches across the continent. Debbie, his wife, stands with him in this demanding role.
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