Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Sorry 5-27-15


A tot, I was and always free.
My toys were there and calling me.

I had no time to hear your stories.

And as a youngster, had some things -
toys and games, a slide and swings.

I had no time to hear your stories.

So busy, I, with teenage years
as music soothed my hungry ears.

I had no time to hear your stories.

Our wedding was a fancy one.
So proud we were of our first son.

I had no time to hear your stories.

I labored very hard at work,
but problems?  They would always lurk.

I had no time to hear your stories.

Then older, I had had some pains.
My stock was down.  I had few gains.

I had no time to hear your stories.
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Oh calendar, Reverse the years,
reverse regrets, my sins and fears.

I now have time for many stories.

Once unaware, through breeze confess,
dead leaves that toss against me, press.

I now have time for many stories.

Through my excuses, alibis -
I knew in private of your cries.

I now have time for many stories.

Back here at home, at humble grave,
In tears, your stories now I crave.

I now have time for all your stories.

But time flies by and by, it slips -
so word repeated from my lips?

"Sorry."  "Sorry."  "Sorry."

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Monday, May 18, 2015

Still Thirsty 5-18-15


Through the desert I walked, still thirsty.
I was burned from the sun in the sky.
I was praying, "Dear Jesus, please help me!"
Yet my prayers dried away, but why...?

On hot sand I walked.  I was lonely
from results of my wide-sweeping sin.
I was praying, "Dear Jesus, please help me!"
as the sun burned my leather-like skin.

So I paused and I stood, so weary.
My sore feet burned each time I had stepped.
I was praying, "Dear Jesus, please help me!"
then fell on my face and I slept...

I dreamed there of safe haven's valley -
where the green grasses waved in the wind.
I was praying, "Dear Jesus, please help me!"
and repented, for I had sinned.

And dreamed of brook, to satisfy thirst,
where the bubbling waters were cool -
where I'd be last and put Jesus first -
but awoke to a world so cruel.

Awakened by breeze that caused me see
an oasis some distance away.
I was praying, "Dear Jesus, please help me!"
and promised Him I'd always stay.

I was drawn to that pool of water.
I in peered, but my face was a mess.
So washed as sun seemed much cooler.
I was happy that God had blessed.

I knew God could give me protection.
With countenance clean, I looked great!
The still water had given reflection
to an ego that none could deflate.

Through the desert I walked, still thirsty.
I was burned from the sun in the sky.
I was praying, "Dear Jesus, please help me!"
Yet my prayers dried away, but why...?

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