Poetry

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Tell Me Lord...
Why do the flowers grow in the middle of the weeds?
They change the landscape without planting seeds.
They grow strong in ground that is far from good.
And seem to journey where flowers never would.

Tell me Lord…
Why do the birds walk delicately on the ground?
They have wings to take off and soar all around.
They perch on treetops and the windowsill,
And then land on the ground and stand very still.

Tell me Lord…
Why are the clouds so fluffy and white?
They make shapes by day and vanish at night.
They look so friendly when the skies are deep blue,
And scary at times when the lightening strikes through.

Tell me Lord…
Why do butterflies dance gracefully in the air?
They were once ugly caterpillars with long frizzy hair.
They inched so slowly before the cocoon,
And then escaped from seclusion like a hot air balloon.

Tell me Lord…
Why do the trees reach far into the sky?
The roots grow deep yet the branches stretch wide.
The leaves seem to rejoice at the turn of each season,
And float down to the ground for no apparent reason.

And

Tell me Lord…
Why do you pursue and love a sinner like me?
One who repeatedly finds herself on bended knee.
The one who avoids You because of strong will,
And You patiently linger in the pathway...still.

Tell me Lord…
Why are there children with tears in their eyes?
They hunger and thirst but folks pass them by.
They seem so empty, scared, and very much alone,
And I can tell by their whispers they long to be home.

Tell me Lord…
Why are the scars on your hands so deep?
They bear the weight of countless lost sheep.
They look so painful while You hung on the cross,
And touched by those hands our sins are now lost.

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