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September 17, 2015

Flat On My Face 9-17-15


I labored at busy pace
before I fell flat on my face.
I cried in self-pity and shame.
But as tears subsided,
my eyes (once misguided),
convinced me that I was to blame.

Yes, as my tears dried up,
I saw them both close up -
those scars that went deep in His feet.
I couldn't erase
all the pain in His face -
so how I wished I could retreat.

I'd weasel away
from the viewing that day -
the scars in His feet that still fail -
to tell the whole story
of Christ in His glory
who lovingly took each dull nail.

Accepting the whipping,
the pain and blood dripping -
He watches my new life begin.
So there I had stayed,
because Jesus had paid -
His life that He gave for my sin.

I'm eating a diet
of thoughts.  It is quiet -
except for my own weeping sound.
I cannot compete
with His pierced dusty feet
while lying here flat on the ground.

For Jesus, the Master,
has given much faster -
a life that I've always longed for.
So more than my pain
is the lot of my gain
as I wait, reverently, Heaven's door.

©2015 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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