The Eye Of God

One you can not see, but all ways sees you, one that you want to listen, but already has heard. "My God, my God why have you forsaken me". I ask why, but shall I dare. For shall I dare know my answer, but you do Lord, only you. You say I should trust, but how can I trust those who are not truth worthy, you say I should love, but why love those you hate. I should ask my self such forbidden questions, for as you say, you trusted when everyone was not worth, you loved when everyone else hated, and you died so that everyone else lived. I thank you Lord, it is not easy in my life, but I thank you, while everyone does the custom you tell me to do the truth and for that it is not easy! So the forbidden question I dare to ask is why.....why me.... why shall I trust you. Yes there are stories of you being there for me long ago, but where are you when I need you now Lord, where is MY Lord. Many tell me He is always with me, that He always hears me, that he always sees me, that he always loves me, but never have I gotten the change to return his favor. Never have I heard his voice, never have I saw his face, and NEVER I have I loved Him back. I am at war God, with the custom and the truth, I need help, even though I know I am not worthy, but I need you God, I need my God, help me Lord before I turn into the one thing I am afraid of, an outcast of your glory, condemned to an eternal separation from the one that made me, the one that loved me, the one that can save me, My God.

poem by Augustus Gatlin
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Why For The Right Reasons

Why did you leave?
I ask why but receive no answer.
What was all the wrong reasons you left, because when you did you left a boy lonely and confused fending on only what he had, and what he has left; struggling to find himself.

So I ask again, but still no answer, for why would you leave when I needed you the most. Perhaps it was for selfish reasons, but choosing life or death we must consider which is easiest; because honestly many of us would have chosen the same. Death is easy, there is no more pain, no more hard-ache, no more troubles; Life is hard, filled with stress, head-aches on a day to day basis, its no wonder people sometimes are pushed... to the edge.

But this is not about other people, this is about you; for you taught me the dangers of the world but not all went threw. So I will ask you for a final time why did you leave? , you didn't just leave the world you left someone who needed you; ... who still does.

But because of what you taught me I hold no grudge against you, I love you, always have, always will. So now that you've been gone of course I've struggled, I've missed you, and because you left, I'm here fending for myself; lasting only so long before I'm forced to give in. But since you taught me of Him, I feel that I can last a lifetime; one of life, one with family with my sisters and brother, one due to the thanks of my wonderful mother; because what I now realize is that you never left for the wrong reasons, but because of all the right ones.

poem by Augustus Gatlin
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Remember Me

Remember me in hard times, in times of pain and sorrow,
remember your fellow man in hope of his dreams for tomorrow.
Remember what its like to be hated, and remember that they hated me first;
remember the words that I tell you, listen and fell no remorse.

Remember what I did for you, how I lead you from the hard-ache and pain, remember how you never thanked me, remember that you never praised my name.
I AM, who I AM, and who I'm meant to be, I am the one who you once loved, although you could never see. I delivered you from your owners, because you are one like me, remember how I loved you so, how my blood dripped from thee.

Remember of my coming, remember that I came, remember that I'm coming again, remember my blessed name. Remember how I died, remember that I rose again, remember everything I took for you especially the retched pain. Remember of my scares both mentally and physically for me, remember that I loved you, that I did this so you can be free. Remember of my tears, and red sweat that dripped from me, remember how it was never easy to set my own people free. Remember of my sacrifice, the death of my son on a tree, remember that no other action can equal to a greater sacrifice than me.

Remember those who love you, forgive those who don't, pray for those who hurt you, and love those who won't. Remember your brothers and sisters, not just because of relation to thee, remember them because I asked of you, will you listen to your savior's plea? Feed them if there hungry, anoint them if there sick, shelter them if there homeless, and do this oh so a quick. Do this in remembrance of me, because since I did it for you, and you do it for thee, then it might truly show.....that no one has forgotten me.

poem by Augustus Gatlin
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