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My Tears Numbered More
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By Louis Gander
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My Tears Numbered More

A hard worker, I was, with zig and with zag,
but God said that my work was one filthy rag.
 
I said, "I'm a self-made multi-millionaire."
But God said, "You're prideful and I do not care."

I argued, "I poured my whole life into this."
But God then responded, "What life did you miss?"
 
I said, "I deserve my most hard-earned reward.'
But God said, "I'll give you a cross like your Lord."

I cried, "You can't do that!  I'll commit suicide!"
But God said, "I know that.  You once almost died."
 
Screamed I, "Seven properties!  It just isn't fair!"
But God whispered gently, "I still do not care."
 
I cried in my pity.  My tears hit the floor.
But God answered firmly, "I promise you more."
 
They've stolen my hard work and all of my years!"
I pointed in anger, "See my pool of tears?"

He knocked on my heart's door.  I said, "Go away."
But God kept on knocking... yes, day after day.
 
I fell to my knees in emotional stress.
But God reassured me, "It's you I will bless."
 
"Just how will you bless me?" I asked selfishly.
And God answered softly, "Come here close to me."
 
I got up but I just stood stubbornly there.
God simply responded, "Life never is fair."
 
I said, "I can hear you.  What next?" I had sighed.
Then God again answered, "Come here to my side."

Not sure of His motives, I came to Him then.
He held me.  He loved me.  I cried once again.
 
"I confess, I repent, I now understand you."
Then God said, "Forgiven.  Now here's what you do."
 
I listened intently now free of all sin.
The vine was quite diff'rent.  He grafted me in!
 
My job was to bear fruit, the best that I could.
There were abused children and help them, I would.
 
My elders, my neighbors, the sick needed care.
The years were before me.  Good friends I made there.
 
Once filled up with money, my heart nearly froze.
Now I'm loving others.  His warmth overflows.
 
"Remember, my God, when I acted as child?
You guided and taught me to be meek and mild.
 
I'm sorry, my God, when my tears filled the floor."
Then God said, "Don't worry.  My tears numbered more."
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No matter how heavy our tears today flow,
our God's love is greater than we'll ever know. ~louis gander
 
©2019 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
 
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Submitted: Sunday, January 20, 2019

Last Updated: Sunday, January 20, 2019

About the Poet
Born in Richland Center, Wisconsin in 1954. It's the poem's message that matters- not the poet.


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