I Know How God Feels - Poem by Greg Oosterhouse
As people go about their daily lives,
Going from here to there,
They work their '9 to 5's',
Giving themselves a lot to bear.
As they take on the daily grind,
Other people and things are forgotten.
Work and family are only on their mind,
While friends so true get to feeling rotten.
E-mails are sent, and phone messages placed,
Those which do not get a reply.
Therefore, one's feelings are so very fazed,
All they can do is sit and wonder why.
I have to wonder if God feels that way
As He sees His people fill their time with other things.
As He speaks to them day after day,
And yet from them receives no answerings.
After all He's done for us, then to be ignored,
I wonder if He just might start to cry.
Just the thought of this maybe makes Him to be floored.
Of bothering to speak to us, He probably asks Himself why.
I feel that I am trying to communicate with a brick wall
When loved ones do not respond to my correspondences.
I am surprised that as of yet, my tears haven't started to fall,
When loved ones seem to build high their picket fences.
May I never be too busy to spend time with a loved one.
May the Lord forbid the day that I snub them.
To the back of the crowd, I shall never shove one,
But give them precedence over all, and say that I love them.
Lord, there is none beside, nor before You.
Domine Deus, tu solus sanctus. Amen.
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