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Cutting
deep to the heart and mind,
A
penetration even without words could be define:
PAIN.
It’s
very real with the reality of pain.
The
hurt can make one go insane,
Let
it continue, hopelessness reign.
Are
you in despair?
It
could seem like no one care.
Could
other relate?
It
might seem like a lonely fate.
Is
there things other people could say?
Everyone
might have walked away.
The
reality of pain,
Do
we need to prove its disdain?
And
what hurts more,
Physically
or emotionally cut to the core?
If
you pain,
Read
down this poetic lane.
I
hope you’ll find God in your pain,
And
accept the Son as you go through the rain.
--Jimmy Li
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Lord, others
might not know,
But surely
you know.
Father, don’t
leave me in a state of misery,
Please don’t
abandon me!
Oh God, please
do see,
What is tormenting
inside me.
I don’t want
to feel empty,
Please don’t
let me go crazy.
Can you please
give me comfort,
Lord, inside
I’m really hurt.
Surely God,
at times it gets so bad,
I want to
get angry or mad.
But that’s
not what I really want Lord.
Please help
me, oh Lord.
Don’t let
me go astray at all,
May I not
fall!
Jesus, hold
on to my soul,
My pain, I
want you to know.
I hope you
would help me.
Please, I
really do,
I’m crying
out for you…
So come and
get me through this,
I’m opening my heart
for you, Jesus.
--Jimmy
Li
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My soul is
heavy and tired,
Almost as
if I’ve been consumed by a fire.
What more
can I say?
Rubbed and
worn away.
The one I
cry out to is you, oh Lord.
The one who
hears me is the Lord.
I come to
you for my comfort,
You know what
it’s like to hurt.
Can I stay
in your presence?
For what would
I do in your absence,
And who can
replace you?
Surely none
can be like you!
So in my wearisome
times,
Trials of
testing through out times,
I shall utter
your holy name,
You will hear
me praise your name.
Help me oh
God to remember,
That through
Jesus my Savior,
Your grace
is more than enough,
For the times
that are rough.
So here is
my heavy soul,
May you reign your control.
--Jimmy
Li
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Looking myself under
the scope,
I am currently unable
to cope,
With the sinful self
inside,
How I am arrogant and
boastful with pride.
At times I think I
am so much better,
When I’m still a fallen
sinner.
How I could be so cold
to people,
Yet wanting to share
the gospel.
Often I have wanted
to know,
How I could be so impersonal,
Keeping people far
off at bay,
Making myself appear
far away.
Why do I remain so
distant?
I don’t want to be
far and distant.
My combat self hinders,
Tearing me inside with
stirs.
Don’t want to play
no phony tough,
Yet that image describes
me well enough,
My detachment from
letting some know me,
Was a way to hide any
Vern ability.
Oh God, Oh God, you
however know,
Who I am and how so,
Please take the apathy
away from my heart,
And pour yourself to
my heart,
May Your Spirit descend
like a dove,
And open my heart up
with His love.
--Jimmy Li
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God has made man not
to be a lone island,
To be so is to be on
the verge of depression.
Or perhaps one is already
depressed,
The gulf of the lonely
seas is much pressed,
Against one’s own shores,
A gateway and opportunity
like any doors,
Except hope must have
drown,
Deep in the vast blue
seas very down.
How tragic of a sea
story that would be,
To think one is in
an island separated by the sea,
Where a person is but
a background shadow,
Their soul’s existence
no one ever did know.
Even the paradise setting
seems so dark in contrast,
If one were to be an
outcast.
Does a single downcast
palm tree,
Provide true comfort
to anybody,
If they spent years
being lonely,
Ripping out their hearts,
causing instability?
In such a heavy-chained
slavery,
May I speak to those
who feel this poem truly?
I may not know which
island you’re at,
I may never ever meet
you, in fact.
But if ever this bottled
message were to reach you,
I hope you get this poem to know,
“Jesus loves you’.
--Jimmy Li
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It seems as if I stand
alone on the edge of a cliff,
The choice to make
and the consequence of “what if…”
The dilemma face: Marine
or no Marine.
I didn’t want to make
much of a scene.
The childhood dream
saddens me,
All those years, now
rips me painfully.
Now the moment finally
has arrive,
To test whether the
childhood dream has survived.
Four years of desiring
to wear the red and gold.
Four years of people
mocking me untold.
In my heart and very
gut,
The question of what
God would want with my gut,
All one hundred fifteen
pounds of it,
Makes me cry out to
the Holy Spirit.
The recruiter wouldn’t
and couldn’t understand,
My friends question
whether I’m a man.
I cried out wanting
to know His desire,
As some calls me a
chicken or a liar.
Since accepting Christ
two years ago,
My only desire now
is to share the gospel.
Some see me as giving
excuses,
Reminds me how I once
dare accuses,
That those who didn’t
want to join as wimps,
As bad as whores and
pimps.
What a strange paradox
case,
That’s exactly now
what I face.
I go to sleep wondering,
I wake up still thinking.
I wonder if I would
regret.
Both ways has it’s
own regret.
It wouldn’t surprise
me if I erupt,
Despite it all, I did
signed up.
Swearing in that day
we ended, “So help me God”,
How truly I meant it
to God.
--Jimmy Li
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When turmoil and chaos
reign,
And during such occasion
that drives one insane,
It’s so easy to wish
and wonder,
For life to be much simpler.
When our complex strange
life,
Has pain that comes with
full strife,
Bearing down with full
force,
A complicated crucible
course,
It often brings anxiety
and remorse,
Another baggage of yours.
When life proves to be
no simple bubblegum,
And each pain is added
to it’s former sum,
Why won’t you tell God
where you’re at,
He knows your pain as
a matter of fact.
Pain sometimes have no
simple solution,
Perhaps a long healing
process that doesn’t end soon.
In your pain ask yourself
this,
Are you willing to walk
through with Jesus?
It’s not a simple bubblegum
world sometimes.
--Jimmy
Li
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Opened up my textbook
one night,
Trying to study under
the dimmed light,
As the cold wind blew
outside,
I wonder if it’s out
of laziness or pride,
That I mass cram as one
homework,
What was really three
weeks worth of work.
The reading of psychology
could get tedious,
But a thought came to
me that was serious:
Some people no doubt
have taken the class,
Not just as another GE
course to pass,
But rather they look
to psychology,
As a way o help them
emotionally.
They want to seek somewhat
of a counsel,
Something to sooth their
soul,
Through difficult paths
of turmoil,
By understanding how
we are emotional.
I scratched my brains
that night,
The thought that tied
me tight:
IF they trust so much
in psychology,
Why not also the Lord
Almighty?
--Jimmy Li
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Sometimes the greatest
comfort He gives to us,
Is just Him totally,
and Jesus.
Life’s hardest problems
aren’t easy,
An undisputed fact that
we can all see.
At times we wonder what
God’s solution is,
Whether He can grant
us true joy and happiness,
Cause often in our own
day to day life,
We go through so much
strife.
So much of our mind and
heart pours out,
To the issues that we
are concern about,
How often that is linked
with pain,
Or some form of disdain.
Really, at times there’s
no simple answer.
There’s not always a
textbook type of answer.
When that proves to be
the case at times,
Hold on to Jesus in your
hard times.
The relationship with
God is your square one.
--Jimmy Li
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The Holiday fun and jolly,
That seemed as a promise
to come yearly,
Don’t always come that
one time of the year,
Even though TV and the
world portrays that each year.
Students on their Christmas
break,
Trying to avoid every
moment they are awake,
Just not to feel the
winter blue.
Elders hoping their kids
would get the clue,
To come by and visit
with the grandkids.
Depression unleashed
from its Pandora’s lids.
The drunkard spending
Christmas in a bar,
The hard working father
robbed in his car.
A lone Marine stationed
in a far off land,
And those who wonder
whether anyone would understand.
What’s meant to be the
happiest time of the year,
Brings the highest suicide
rate of the year.
Perhaps if people only
knew the true reason,
For the celebration of
this special season,
Of how One cared about
them so much,
As to come down and have
their lives touch.
If they grasp the meaning
of the birth of the Christ child,
This season would be
much amazing time rather than something mild.
--By Jimmy Li
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I went up the second
floor,
And knocked on the door,
Of Dr. Jesus Christ,
For some help and advice.
“This world is killing
me,
It’s totally driving
me crazy!”
He told me not to worry,
He’ll be alongside my
life’s journey.
“The error of this world
would end one day Jim,”
That’s when I told him,
“But Lord it really seems
hopeless,
With so many people hurting
without Jesus.”
He smiled back at me
gently,
And said rather clearly,
“Weren’t you once like
that too?
Yet, didn’t I transformed
you?”
I told him yes,
And that I have been
blessed.
But sometimes I wonder,
If he would transform
any other.
I hesitated in asking,
To help those who might
be reading,
But in His way of knowing,
He knew what I was thinking.
“Tell them the Good News,
To all those hurting
or abused,
And brokenhearted totally.
For I tell you surely,
I came not for the “well”
and the “healthy”,
But for sinners and the
sickly.
I know of no other heart
surgeon than he,
Doctor Jesus Christ,
MD.
--Jimmy Li
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Only when what I have
is taken,
Make me fell so scared
and shaken.
Only when I go through
a trial,
Of fear, humiliation
and denial,
Would I finally wake
up and see,
That the Lord was always
with me.
***
Only when I am in a crisis,
Would I see God at his
kindest.
Only through pain would
I know,
Of the love that God
had show.
***
Only by believing in
Jesus,
Would I see God holiness.
Only by God’s kindness,
That I’m allow forgiveness.
By,
Jimmy Li
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