My GodA Poem by PeteWhen you knock, ask to see God — none of the servants. - ThoreauSatan came for me. He wouldn't leave until he had stripped me to the core. Telling me I was no good. Not worthy. Attacking me with all the sins I had ever done. Even those I would do. I begged and pleaded and still he would not go. Leaving me alone in life's void. With doubt in my soul and brokenness in my heart. Then I remembered my canteen. The canteen of truth and love. I remembered cradling my newborn children in my arms at the hospital. Embracing them proudly and giving thanks. Bringing my wife flowers after she'd given birth. Staying up all night cradling them in my arms when they were sick. Going to work the next morning exhausted to keep a roof over their heads and food on the table. Putting money aside for them so that they could go to college one day. I remembered teaching them how to throw a ball. Just being there to talk and answer their questions. Attending their sports games and school events and cheering them on. Going faithfully to the shore and deeply into the woods to explore creation. Taking them with me to church. Teaching them how to kneel and pray. I guess Satan was right. I'm not worthy. I'm weak and a sinner. That's why I have ... ... my God ... © 2019 PeteAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on April 9, 2019 Last Updated on June 13, 2019 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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