NOTE: I thank those who have spread the word of my site. I do not spend money advertising. I do not ask for money. My poems are free so that even the poorest of the poor can be comforted with my poetry. I am pleased when others are blessed. No amount of money can surpass that. I am now blessed with about 10,000 page views per month and my prayer is that through my poetry, that this world can become a safer, more loving and respectful place - that those who do not know who Jesus really was (and still is), will come to know the peace, healing, sacrifice and grace He has given to those who truly believe in Him and faithfully follow. I pray that you enjoy my story poems...

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...?

©2015 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

-------

No comments:

Post a Comment

Thank you in advance for your comments.