Gander Story Poems: Still Thirsty 5-18-15

May 18, 2015

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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