#387 Listening Poem by Jimmie Arrington

#387 Listening



I asked sincerely every night
And I knew that I was heard.
I begged for what I thought was right
And assumed He heard each word.

I prayed sincerely on my knees
But felt I was all alone.
I cried aloud and asked Him please
But doubted my pangs were known.

I pleaded for the past's return
And wondered if He was there.
I screamed to help relieve the burn,
Cause I knew He didn't care.


Today I look in my son's eyes
And see his smiling face.
I hear my wife's soft, loving sighs
And feel her devoted grace.

The blessings given these past years
Prove that I was sorely wrong;
My prayers ne'er fell upon deaf ears,
He was listening all along.

Wednesday, August 19, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: faith
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Jimmie Arrington

Jimmie Arrington

Phoenix, Arizona
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