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A Little Elf
by louis gander Mischievous, the little one - the selfish, little elf - the one who looks and listens for the things which help himself. Though brilliant colors are defined, I'm blind and cannot see. Since birth my world was always dark. I ask myself, "Why me?" My doctor says there is no hope. No music will there be. My world is quiet. I can't hear. I ask myself, "Why me?" I've worked my fingers to the bone. I've paid each tax and fee. But now the banks are taking all. I ask myself, "Why me?" My teachers say I'm special. My friends and all agree. Then mom tells me to make my bed. I ask myself, "Why me?" He fell to knees most fervently - the place? Gethsemane. Though God did not 'remove His cup', did Jesus ask, "Why me?" So lazy, greedy, prideful, vain - oh, how can I complain? My prayers are simply mockeries if I know not His pain. Pain that He endures each time that I think of myself - for He's the Master Teacher and - I'm just a little 'elf'... Copyright 2021 by louis gander. Poetry for sermons, story poems and more... If you love story poems, then you'll love ganderpoems.org / no ads, no sign-up, no tracking. Just free inspirational poetry. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |