Caught Up in Booth's Vision
By: Stephen Hartt
This is a spoken word poem that I started to write at Future Officer's Fellowship in 2015, and had completed it only a few days later. My inspiration for writing this came purely from my first ever exposure to the entirety of William's Booth's vision of the drowning men in the stormy waters. The vision confronted me and left me in tears, as I realized that more often than not I am the one who has been saved by Christ from the waters, and yet is so comfortable on the floating platforms that I can sometimes forget all of the people dying around me. Christ calls me daily to jump into the waters with Him, and to join Him in His passion to save souls from death. This poem reflects a lot of my own personal wrestling with who and where I am in Booth's vision, and it is also a poem that I hope will challenge whoever listens to it to truly see where they are in the vision, and to hopefully motivate them to join Christ in rescuing the perishing if they are not already doing so. Also, this is one of my entries for this year's Vocalize 2015! :) Lyrics:
These restless waves broke my crown
That numbed me for so long now.
Wow, how did I forget the death
This desperation for breath
That surrounds this flotation station
Called salvation in Bible translations?
Bought with a price by the most high
Yet here I lie muting their outcry?
Like why did I cry "fly away oh glory"
To those drowning before me?
As if these vocal chords
Can become (be) something more
Than cheap talk.
"Walk with Jesus, give it our all"
Becomes a tragic call to action when all
That applause for verbalized thought halts when we dive
into the water and strive
Towards the dying that
Encompass me and encumber these
To plead the fifth
So I won't admit
The need to quit
The Christ (Jesus), He swims saving them
Begging me, "Please, join me!
Why do you stare at tvs endlessly
Or rescue (save) npcs in virtual (fake) realities (reality).
As if they somehow mean more to you
Then all the people that beg of you
To pursue my passion that led me to a tree bleeding.
The same tree that now gives life to all who believe (in) me.
(Tell Me) Why aren't you living life to the full?
You're meant for more than getting pulled
By every whim of temporary pleasure
That never measures
Up to the everlasting treasures
That come from serving those without homes
The ones who are broken and alone
The ones who need you off your phone.”
His Word shouts at my very soul,
“See, perceive, and simply behold
The tendons that will grow on your bones
Once you take hold
Of The Divine (God’s) assurance that you will rise
The moment you dive into Emmanuel's tide.
End that (the) pursuit of comfort
That leaves you uncomfortable.
Trouble will always come from your subtle
Steps away from those hell bound.
Ground to a powder your excuses unsound and step out of bounds
Because that's where the Lord's Will is.
Live free and die hard, minus Bruce Willis.
Get martyred day by day until you hit the grave aka hit the hay
Because hey, the fact remains that death doesn't stay for those who trust in The Way,
For those who trust and obey.”
Well, this dialogue’s tank is about to reach empty
So make this the time to decide, to leave the pending
Wherever you want to be in this vision, it’s your decision.
Will you choose His glorious, exciting, heart-pounding mission,
Or will you remain (on) in cushions regretting what your missing?