God There Was a Time When You Would Hear.
Posted: Sunday, July 20, 2008
by straight talk
A poem for these times written for all those who are suffering at the hands of the greedy, the takers, those of this world who come to rob, steal, destroy. Remember the lesson my friends as believers, we are never alone. I hope you enjoy the poem and you find peace and God's blessings.
God there was a time when you would hear.
And I knew your presence was ever near.
But now no sound, no sign I see.
Only wonder, if you have left me?
Yes, like Job, many try to explain.
Yet none know my heart, feel my pain.
My lips don't part anymore with prayer.
My thoughts wonder if you ever will hear?
Sinner I am, I do confess, but I find there is no rest.
Of course they say your shoulders are strong.
That I can carry the burden, while singing a song.
Yet that is a lie, the weight crushes me down,
No smile on my face, a heavy frown.
The greedy, exploiters, pursue day and night.
No rest, no compromise, no mercy, just strife.
So where are you God, that you allow this to be?
The sorrows, the hardship, the misery.
Where is your love, when I cry unto you?
What is it that I must do?
Oh, yes, be silent, be humble and wait.
Wait on the Lord, for His reward is great.
My grace is sufficient to carry you through.
Know that I am always near you.
You may not hear, or see me about.
You may not hear, my mighty shout.
Yet know I am there, in the silence of your heart.
For if I dwell there, we are never apart.
And believe that your prayers, will be answered one day.
In a manner that I deem, must be the way.
For you are part of a bigger plan.
Much bigger then your suffering presently at hand.
Also know that I know, all you endure.
That your reward will be great, when you pass through the door.
For what is the work of the evil man?
His words hollow, evil his plan.
I am not blind to what is done, or not.
I see their deeds, their evil plot.
I know what they do and what they have not.
From the book of life their name I shall blot.
So endure my beloved, but for a just few more.
And at the right time I shall open the door.
Through it you'll pass, no more tears, or to cry.
While the rest left behind, will all say, why not I?
Robert T. Melaccio Sr. 2008 Copyright 2008 Robert Melaccio
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Top-level comments on this article: (1 total)Robert - a real and true psalm for today! Reminds me of a few of David's psalms. Thanks for putting it online. I don't need to say "keep writing," for I believe you will, but, just in case...keep writing... your poems and your political thoughts, too, which I also read!JanePlease log in to respond to this comment.
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