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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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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http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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