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Flat On My Face
by louis gander I labored at busy pace before I fell flat on my face. I cried in self-pity and shame. But as tears subsided, my eyes (once misguided), convinced me that I was to blame. Yes, as my tears dried up, I saw them both close up - those scars that went deep in His feet. I couldn't erase all the pain in His face - so how I wished I could retreat. I'd weasel away from the viewing that day - the scars in His feet that still fail - to tell the whole story of Christ in His glory who lovingly took each dull nail. Accepting the whipping, the pain and blood dripping - He watches my new life begin. So there I had stayed, because Jesus had paid - His life that He gave for my sin. I'm eating a diet of thoughts. It is quiet - except for my own weeping sound. I cannot compete with His pierced dusty feet while lying here flat on the ground. For Jesus, the Master, has given much faster - a life that I've always longed for. So more than my pain is the lot of my gain as I wait, reverently, Heaven's door. 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 |