The Man At My Door
He came to my door,I didn't invite him in
His dress was kind of funny,I sent him to the inn
He looked kind of tacky,with his hair way to long
This wasn't a neighborhood where he would belong
Clothing so strange,Like I'd not seen before
The likes of him I wouldn't let in my door
Why on my door did he choose to knock
There were lesser home to go to on my block
So poudly I stood,I was the judge
I knew he was nothing, I would not budge
Just look at him ,them cloths,that hair
Why did he pick my door,why was he there
I breathed a sigh of relief as I sent him on his way
You know I saw that man again today
A picture of him was hanging on your wall
Suddenly I wasn't feeling quite so tall
From the cross he smiled down at me
Things are not always what you see
Then I remembered the day I sent him away
I drop to me knees and quietly pray
Knowing that Jesus ,he did forgive
Judging others is not the way to live
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Awesome!
This poem sent chills up and down my spine. Every stanza was perfect, from beginning to end, and the message contained within was clearly spelled out at the climax.
If I were to judge this poem on a scale of 1 to 10, it would clearly be an 11.
Great work, Freespirit. I'm proud of you!
Wow
as always tj am happy with your comments.Thank you for taking the time.
Gloria
Gloria this was
Brilliant I loved this so much I read it twice a poem with a story , my type of poem thanks for sending it in, hugs from Willow
hey Willow
Thanks for taking the time to read and comment. I am afraid I have been guilty
of judging by appearence or what seems
to be.I hope this might make at least one person stop and think.
Gloria