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He asks if I've given my heart to Jesus โ I stand tongue-tied, flustered. It's not that I'm an atheist โ at least, not on a good day. Nor do I rebelliously refuse religion because it misaligns with my โmorals.โ I believe in Creator God, His Righteousness and Mercy, His Hand in everything, suffusing life with purpose โ Otherwise, I would be a nihilist. I cling to faith, and yetโฆ Jesus. Who is He? Do I worship a Man? Isn't that idolatry? Can someone die in my place? Didn't Jeremiah say โEvery man's sins are his own?โ1 Did He ever claim to be God Incarnate? Did he really rise again? Questions hold me back โ I'll wait another day Afraid to take the risk of blaspheming the One who Exists By believing He has a Son who may never have existed. Yet it might be too late โ I shouldn't linger forever on fences Avoiding theological discussions by sinking into trivialities. Someday, I may give my heart to Jesus. In the meantime, I'll strive for devotion to God Himself. 16 lines, 174 words, free verse. Written for "SCRIPTURE POETRY CONTEST" ![]() September 2025 Prompt: I am happy to say I gave my life to Christ sixty-six years ago. I remember it like it happened yesterday. Do you remember the day you were saved? Your prompt: Reflect back on when you gave your life to Jesus and write a poem about it. Footnotes |