Poetry

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Are you listening? Are you troubled? Is anybody there?
Does anybody know your pain? Does anybody care?
I guess you can't be hopeful for the world to understand -
that pain is so immense when clay is formed with potters' hand.

I know affliction pained the God who sent His Son to die,
for us, who spent our time in ways - that lent to Satan's lie.
In seconds, minutes, hours - in years, months, weeks and days,
We've locked up so much precious time - in all our selfish ways.

I know He understands you and - He knows your every pain -
because He's pulled THIS very clay from each and every chain.
Chains that seemed so innocent and chains that seemed so right,
but chains that I locked on myself and chains that I clasped tight.

Are you listening? Are you troubled? Is anybody there?
Does anybody know your pain? Does anybody care?
WE DO - your family. I DO. Though just a Christian friend,
I know that grace trumps judgment - where guilt and suffering end.

He understands you fully. It’s you He wants to heal.
Jesus went before you and He knows just how you FEEL.
Creations' GOD still cries out loud when molding you because,
the God of Love (who had to send - His Son here) surely does.

©2008 louis gander (10-13-08) ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
www.ganderpoems.org/

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