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Pauper, King or I
by louis gander From New York, Cairo or Beijing, and whether pauper, me or king - You can find us when we're lost - and You don't charge - there is no cost. I cannot look You in the eye - for oh, so little faith, have I. All jumbled with mistakes today, I struggle for some words to say. The paupers beg and get their bread - their stomachs speak until their fed. The servants jump when their king calls as his word echoes through the halls. Yes, paupers beg and Kings decree - but who can hear my words, but me? I'm so confused and so resigned - Your answers, I can't seem to find. I try to listen with both ears, pray Your answers calm my fears. I need Your wisdom, need Your aid, I'm so distraught and so afraid. I stumble through life's desert sand - that's dry and hot. Please hold my hand. My life is mixed up, a montage - is this a dream, a mere mirage? I wait for Your most tender tug. I need a special, loving hug. Though even with a sincere kiss, I yet again would fall amiss. Although I study, work and learn - I really have no place to turn. So stumble I, the narrow, straight, until arriving at Your gate. Your grace has triumphed over foe, and why You listened, I don't know - for You have seen the way I live, so why, Lord, do you still forgive? --- What 'lot' in life that we are giv'n, matters not - with grace from Heaven. So whether pauper, king or I - "...God so loved..." and that is why. 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 |