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Still Thirsty
by louis gander 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...? 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 |