Sunday, February 27, 2011


By Jake Reimer

Twas it not you, that said that I
would never touch or reach the sky
That if by twisted chance I might
attain some hapless wingless flight
Twas not my lot, twas not my right
Tell me, Who, gave you that right
to ground me ere, I could take flight
How many times, I heard it said
and had it beat, into my head
You poured it on, the guilt the shame
you were the blessed, I was to blame
And then I thought, that if by chance
I couldn't fly, then I would dance
And then you said, that I would not
that I was just, a drunken sot
And then I thought, that I would crawl
that maybe I, could reach the wall
and if by chance, could get a grip
to raise one knee, and then a hip
but then alas, twas not to be
You broke my grip and smashed my knee
And then I said that I would die
though never having reached the sky
And I recall I heard it said
that life it hangs, just by a thread
Would be my goal and if by chance
I'd lose my soul
twould be no loss, the way I felt
just one more blow, of many dealt
You crushed my spirit and my soul
Not just the part, you took the whole
But I will pray, that by God's grace
that he will smile upon your face
Extend to you, what you stole from me
To live with him, eternally


Anonymous said...

Well-written, Jake! You're a poet and I didn't know it! So good to hear you found the freedom and joy in Jesus Christ that He offers so freely! If you're the Jake I think you are, then I'm your cousin, ME.

Anonymous said...

*** In observing so many of the people in PVBC, they too have experienced the freedom in Christ... That is one of the main attractions for us because of how the pastor and his family treats us, and how the people who go there treat us. A sure sign of their freedom in Christ.

Anonymous said...

There is therefore now no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus, who walk not after the flesh, but after the Spirit. For the law of the Spirit of life in Christ Jesus hath made me free from the law of sin and death. Romans 8:1,2

I hope the pastor at pvbc isn't picking favorites, but treats everyone as nice as he treats you, Mr. 3 Star! Don't you hope to see that, too?

Anonymous said...

Jake Reimer I don't know who you are, but your poem sure touched me! And, I think you tell your horror story really well within. It seems like PMS has lost his conscience. Or at least he seems to have a seared one. I too pray that God will open his eyes so that he will repent before it is too late.