Clayton Jennings speaks all over the nation, to young and old alike. I recently started following him on Facebook, and he is so real. I just love reading what he posts, and seeing the change he is making in this world, and all for Christ! Check him out! I found this poem, and it made my day! I keep seeing all these posts on Facebook degrading Shades of Grey, and no, I did not read the books, nor do I plan to go see the movie, but I am simply going to pray that those that did, or do, find Jesus, if they haven't already. That void many are trying to fill with these earthly things, God can fill that, God can over-fill that! That is what they need. So love those that go see this movie, just as you love those that won't. God is love, and in order to be more like Him, that is what we must do and be as well. #loveeverybody
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50 Shades of Grace
Sex and marriage and marriage and sex
They said first comes marriage and next comes sex
They told me don’t have sex until you say “I-do”...
They said first comes marriage and next comes sex
They told me don’t have sex until you say “I-do”...
Staying pure was everything I thought I knew
“I’m waiting til’ marriage,” said the twelve-year-old me
But that was before puberty and MTV
Before R-rated movies and computer screens
That was before late nights with pretty girls
Temptations and promises from a broken world
That was before whispers in my ear and tugging on my shirt
That was before I realized the pain, regret, and hurt
That’s before I realized that sex is a tattoo
It only takes one night to leave its mark on you
That’s before I realized that sex outside of marriage isn't pleasure
It’s pressure with consequences that can’t be measured
Because suddenly you’re not 100 percent you
You've given away a part of yourself and taken part of her too
And it doesn't stop there because the ripples keep going
You've damaged her future husband without him knowing
You’re taking something precious and forgetting that she’s treasure
So you defile her body because of peer pressure
You’re like “Nah man. I’m just trying to get her number and have sex.”
But what happens a few months later when you get that text?
“I’m late” is all that it says…
So you hands get sweaty – your face turns red
You’re too young to be a father, you didn't want all of this
A little bit of fun and now comes a kid?
You start looking for the rewind button you wish you could go back
But even if you did you’d just end up with some girl in the sack
Because sex is your God, and you have to have it
And one girl isn't enough, because now you’re an addict
When you see that girl at the store what do you really see?
A smile and a soul? Or a body that you have to meet?
When that stranger walks by and you turn your head
You’re saying with your eyes that she’s not worth your respect
She’s just a body for your pleasure, a fantasy for your mind
If she’s not giving it up then she’s not worth your time
Beauty isn't in her personality, it’s in her physical features
“I’m waiting til’ marriage,” said the twelve-year-old me
But that was before puberty and MTV
Before R-rated movies and computer screens
That was before late nights with pretty girls
Temptations and promises from a broken world
That was before whispers in my ear and tugging on my shirt
That was before I realized the pain, regret, and hurt
That’s before I realized that sex is a tattoo
It only takes one night to leave its mark on you
That’s before I realized that sex outside of marriage isn't pleasure
It’s pressure with consequences that can’t be measured
Because suddenly you’re not 100 percent you
You've given away a part of yourself and taken part of her too
And it doesn't stop there because the ripples keep going
You've damaged her future husband without him knowing
You’re taking something precious and forgetting that she’s treasure
So you defile her body because of peer pressure
You’re like “Nah man. I’m just trying to get her number and have sex.”
But what happens a few months later when you get that text?
“I’m late” is all that it says…
So you hands get sweaty – your face turns red
You’re too young to be a father, you didn't want all of this
A little bit of fun and now comes a kid?
You start looking for the rewind button you wish you could go back
But even if you did you’d just end up with some girl in the sack
Because sex is your God, and you have to have it
And one girl isn't enough, because now you’re an addict
When you see that girl at the store what do you really see?
A smile and a soul? Or a body that you have to meet?
When that stranger walks by and you turn your head
You’re saying with your eyes that she’s not worth your respect
She’s just a body for your pleasure, a fantasy for your mind
If she’s not giving it up then she’s not worth your time
Beauty isn't in her personality, it’s in her physical features
And if the curves aren't there, then why even meet her?
See a man is concerned with her goals, her dreams, and future plans
A boy only thinks about sex and how quick he can get in her pants
What, too real? I should tone it down a bit?
I'd rather be real than keep a tight lip
You're like "Preach it man, tell them to respect us women, yea that's right."
But you're probably the same girl who bought a ticket to Magic Mike.
Paying money to see guys degrade themselves by stripping
But you're the same girl who tells your boyfriend if he doesn't respect your body, he's tripping
Complaining about guys not treating you like a lady
While wearing clothes so tight they belong on a baby
See the street goes both ways, it's not just the guys
In order to get respect you have to have respect in your own eyes
Because if you don't respect yourself, he never will
He'll just use you for your body until he gets his fill
Then it's on to the next with a booty and chest
Because it was never about love, it was only about sex
Then you wake up and take a look at your history
You're overcome with regret you feel filth and misery
So you jump in the shower and you scrub and you scrub
But no amount of soap can make you feel clean enough
Because you took the lie and you gave yourself away
You bought into a society that promotes Fifty Shades of Grey
But your sins can be forgiven they can be washed away
Because Christ has been there all along with Fifty Shades of GRACE
You see Jesus doesn't love you because of what you've done
He loves you for who you are, not what you've become
He loves you because He is love and love is all that He knows
He loves you despite your sins, you highs, and your lows
So it doesn't matter what you've done
It doesn't matter where you've been
The good news in there's forgiveness in Him
The past is the past and we can never get it back
But life is a marathon, not a one-mile track
So you don't have to make a lap back to where you began
You can run to Jesus and take His hand
You can start a new race with a brand new life
One that starts with Christ.
Here are a couple links to videos of the Author, Clayton Jennings reading his poem.
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