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The Little Kitten
by louis gander A tiny little kitten whose feet were very sore, wandered through the drifting snow and right up to my door. The weak meowing stirred me, and drew me when she cried. I crossed my room with aging feet, inviting her inside. She shivered and was hungry, was frightened, very weak. Confused, she wasn't trusting, her future somewhat bleak. Now even though I loved her, I saw a troubled sign. I thought about it for a bit - compared her life to mine... As she warmed up to me a bit, I let her eat and rest - but ran, she did, if I came close - afraid of me, I guessed. Now I was like that kitten, and it became quite clear - that I was frightened, ran away, when Jesus got too near. Then as the days kept rolling by, she finally did prefer - to be around and close to me. She knew that I loved her. Before I learned that God so loved, my life was very grim. And though He loved me very much, I had no faith in Him. Knowing that I love her so and take good care of her - knowing that I listen when I hear her prayerful purr - defines a word called "faithfulness", defines a true belief - not wandering out aimlessly in blowing snow and grief. So now you'll find her in my lap, a tiny ball of fuzz - but she had taught me faithfulness. I know it's true because - I once roamed like this kitten, where snow and drifting harms, but now I lie in pastures green - with Jesus, in His arms. 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 |