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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Postcards (08/29/05)

TITLE: From A Child
By Gordon Greene
09/03/05


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I climbed into my Father's lap to sit for a while
Always a safe place and I like to see Him smile

But today was different as a tear fell from His eye
Confused by this I just had to ask Him why

He then showed me a postcard He was holding in His hand
I read the words written there but I did not understand

I am here and you are not and that makes me glad
Whenever I think of how you treated me it makes me mad

Confused I asked my Father what these words could mean
Never an unkind word or act by Him I'd seen

He then told a story of another much like me
A child of the kingdom enjoying their liberty

But one day they were enticed by one who promised much
Off on an adventure of excitement, pleasure and such

Soon the postcards came with cheerful news galore
Life experienced now was better than before

But then the postcards stopped and I did not hear from him
Until the day I got a card but the picture on it was dim

His heart was heavy and I could hear a distant cry
This innocent child was trapped living in a lie

Everyday I mail a postcard to this little one
By birds, flowers and the setting of the sun

But he never receives my postcards in this prison he is in
You cannot see GOD's postcards when you are blinded by sin

Saddened by my Father's words I look into the King's eyes
It hurts me so much whenever my Father cries

Can I go play now would it be okay
Smiling He lowers me and I am on my way

To my room I go there is something I must do
Father will be happy whenever I am through

With paintbrushes and colors I work to create
Now that I am finished for Him to see I cannot wait

Barging into the throneroom past the watching guard
I'm supposed to knock but remembering is hard

Father with amusement once again beckons the guard away
He knows that I only do this when I have something important to say

Climbing into my Father's arms I show Him my prize
He looks at my gift and tears fill His eyes

I do not understand why my "postcard" made Him cry
Of birds and flowers with the sun setting in the sky

Oh Father, I am sorry please do not be sad
My little one these tears are because I am glad

This postcard you have given speaks volumes of your heart
Especially when you wrote, I love you and never will depart


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Brandi Roberts09/06/05
Wow. I just finished telling another author how God sends His own postcards to us in our life. This poem perfectly reflects that. Thanks for sharing!
Jan Ackerson 09/07/05
Two contrasting relationships in a poem that's almost a ballad. With a little work on meter, this would be fantastic. Good job!
Debra Brand09/09/05
Simply lovely. I felt myself on my Father's lap, trying to please where I've let Him down. Bravo!
Julianne Jones09/09/05
A beautiful poem and nicely done. Thanks for sharing.
Garnet Miller 09/09/05
I love it! Very well written.
Phyllis Inniss 09/12/05
Lovely poem. Rhyming couplets that speak of the Father's love.