But, I'm posting now! I recently wrote another poem. This time it's different from all my other poems. I had a school project that I had to complete on a form of poetry called a sonnet. So, here is my sonnet in iambic pentameter (poetry word, I'm smarter than you think...) form.
Great God
The sounding of a great thunder I heard
Trembling and full of fear I became
For there was great majesty in His name
Yet it was me to whom He had referred
In His presence I could not say a word
At this site I could never be the same
It is true that “this Lion can’t be tame”
Still He is kind, for my heart He had stirred
This One that I speak of, His name is Lord
He was the Great King, yet became a man
To bear the sins of His people wholly
He shed His blood so we could be restored
This God was here before the world began
To glorify His name through the lowly
The sounding of a great thunder I heard
Trembling and full of fear I became
For there was great majesty in His name
Yet it was me to whom He had referred
In His presence I could not say a word
At this site I could never be the same
It is true that “this Lion can’t be tame”
Still He is kind, for my heart He had stirred
This One that I speak of, His name is Lord
He was the Great King, yet became a man
To bear the sins of His people wholly
He shed His blood so we could be restored
This God was here before the world began
To glorify His name through the lowly
