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Yellow Stained Page
by louis gander I sat in my room with Bible in hand, trying to fully, to best understand; But as I looked down, all I could see - was a yellow stained page, staring back at me. I turned my mind to another thought, became discouraged, became distraught; I concentrated - but all I could see, was a yellow stained page, staring back at me. I peered at times out the huge windowpane, and knew that I shouldn't at all complain; So I glanced back down but all I could see - was a yellow stained page, staring back at me. The big, red sun was settling down, and longer shadows grew around; I refocused my eyes but all I could see, was a yellow stained page, staring back at me. For quite some time I sat and thought, for hours and hours my eyelids fought; I pushed them up, but all I could see - was a yellow stained page, staring back at me. I stayed up half the night it seems; then went to bed with the weirdest dreams; Against dark blackness all I could see, was a yellow stained page, staring back at me. For many years, I sat at a loss.... I failed to fully understand the cross. While I had eyes, I just couldn't see - but the yellow stained page, staring back at me. Yellow stains? You ask me why? Teardrops felled from saddened eyes. My vision blurred - I couldn't see, but the yellow stained page, staring back at me. By grace alone, I know my God. He comforts me - His staff and rod. And now through faith, I no longer see - just a yellow stained page, staring back at me. Copyright 2021 by louis gander. Poetry for sermons, story poems and more... If you love story poems, then you'll love ganderpoems.org / no ads, no sign-up, no tracking. Just free inspirational poetry. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |