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A Grown Man Cried
by Fritz Barnes

Sunday, June 23, 2002

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The stones of my house
Continue to fall in upon me.

Battered and bruised,
Day after day,
And night after long night,
As I struggle to replace those stones,
To rebuild the walls,
My flesh and my spirit fail me.

And I cry.

But there is no one to hear,
And the tears are soon gone,
And I wipe my cheeks dry
For there is work to be done...

Meanwhile, Jesus sits
A small distance away...
At the special place
Where I have asked Him to stay.

As the very foundation
Shakes beneath me,
I steel myself to the pain,
Block out the loneliness,
And move my tiny, shaky ladder
From one low spot in the crumbling wall
To another...
Desperately...
Trying to replace the stones
As fast as they fall.

Meanwhile, Jesus sits
A small distance away...
At the special place
Where I have asked Him to stay.

As I work with the heavy stones,
Struggling in vain to rebuild
The walls of protection,
I must also keep watch,
Lest the beasts or the thieves or the spirits
fall upon us, my family and me...

Meanwhile, Jesus sits
A small distance away...
At the special place
Where I have asked Him to stay.

The realization that I need help
Comes to me some days vaguely
And other days keenly
And I sometimes look around
Seeing not Jesus
But those around me
Who, it seems, ought to be there
At least to hold my ladder
But alas they are struggling
With stones of their own.

Meanwhile, Jesus sits
A small distance away...
At the special place
Where I have asked Him to stay.

And another day comes,
And the family must eat
That which I alone must provide,
Or so I tell myself,
Believing the lie...

Meanwhile, Jesus sits
A small distance away...
At the special place
Where I have asked Him to stay.

And another night comes, the children are in bed,
And I know that God wants me to come to Him,
But I also know that I have no time for that tonight,
No, sorry Lord, not tonight.
Maybe tomorrow...

For tonight there is much to be done.

Much that I must do.

I alone...

No wonder I cry!

And Jesus cries, too,
As He witnesses my struggle,
Understanding, as only He can,
And feeling every fiber of my pain.

And He wonders,
"How can this man
Still not understand?"

And daily He calls to me...
And some days I pause from my work
Long enough to hear Him
So patiently remind me,

"My son, my precious child...

"Unless the Lord builds the house,
They labor in vain who build it.

"Unless the Lord guards the house,
The watchman stays awake in vain."

"Oh, my son...you work so hard
And I know you want to do what is right...
But please understand...."

"It is vain for you
To rise up early,
And to retire late.
For the Lord gives to His beloved
Even in their sleep."

And on those precious days,
When I hear His strong
And gentle voice,
On those days...

I cry.

Not with tears
of exhaustion,
of frustration,
and of pain...

Instead, with tears
Of gratitude!
Of happiness!
Of relief!

But there is no one to hear,
And the tears are soon gone,
And I wipe my cheeks dry
For there is work to be done...

And again, Jesus sits
a small distance away...
at the special place
where I have asked Him to stay...

And he watches me losing the battle
With the falling stones,
And He hears me cry,
As a particularly large stone
Strikes another devastating blow...

And He calls my name...

But amidst the chaotic sounds
Of the falling stones,
And the thoughts and plans and schemes
That fill my desperate but feeble mind...
I do not hear Him.

And He sees that I am more determined than ever
To be victorious in my struggle...

"My" struggle!

And Jesus,
the One who gladly gave His life
to set me free,
Watches...And waits...

And cries.

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Reviewed by Connie Faust 1/19/2008
It is with reluctance that I leave your den now.
This is magnificent! Let he who has ears, hear what the Spirit says.
I don't know how many more of your writings I could handle in one day--my emotions are frazzled, but my spirit is elated with the way God is working in and through you.

God bless you, my friend,
Connie
Reviewed by Vesna Vanessa 2/19/2005
And He sees that I am more determined than ever
To be victorious in my struggle...

..well it seems that INTENT in our life is the keystone to success...and the intent can only be made by our heart, mind, soul..YOU are obviously a strong man even though you may see yourself differently..I, for one sense your power of being...please allow yourself to see 'you' as others do..what a magnificent 'persona' you are..YAY!!!

Vesna:)
Reviewed by *********** ********** (Reader) 8/27/2003
Such sweet faith.....a beautiful moving poem....
Reviewed by Debra Stiles, The Original Mister 8/13/2003
You are so right. He never leaves us we just
refuse his help
Imagine how helpless and sad we make him feel for we are his children and he wants to help but he doesn't impose..so as you say.. "Jesus sits
A small distance away...
At the special place
Where I have asked Him to stay."
Excellent
Mister
Reviewed by Julie Donner Andersen 7/27/2003
Wow, Fritz...I just found this poem....where has it been all my life? :)

The last lines do justice to the entire piece, because they are so true.

Bless you for sharing, my brother...

~Julie :)
Reviewed by P. Scalici (Reader) 10/26/2002
How appropos of all our struggles to reach out to Jesus! He is always waiting, waiting for us to cry out. To lean completely on Him.
Well done!!!!
Reviewed by Claywoman 8/1/2002
This is wonderful Fritz! Hope your questions are answered...
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader) 7/20/2002
Truly beautiful and so poignant and too often true of life.
Reviewed by m j hollingshead 7/20/2002
well done........ ;0)
Reviewed by Cathy Montgomery (Reader) 7/20/2002
Fantastic--having read it, I'm deeply affected by this...
Too often I've done the same thing...
Those same Scriptures are among my favorites...
It's getting them from head knowledge to
heart knowledge to life application that's taking so long...
Reviewed by Donna Swanson 7/16/2002
Glad I found your work, Fritz, I will look for more. No, it's not many poems, it is all of a piece.
Donna
Reviewed by Dens Dreamweaver (Reader) 7/9/2002
i am so glad I met you in chat tonight... And now to put the poet to the man.. <Smile> what a wonderful discover.. This is beautiful Fritz...

Love and Light
Reviewed by Josephine Bohen 6/24/2002
i got some weight too, and i suck at deligating, so this hit a little too close to home for me. scuse me i got stones caving in.
late
josie
Reviewed by Tova Gabrielle 6/24/2002
I love the refrain. It gave me real goosebumps. The only reason I didn't give this a ten was it seemed to me it could have been several poems rather than one.
Reviewed by Scada (Reader) 6/24/2002
This is so sad. True of so many people, too, including me.

Scada
Reviewed by Lori Moore 6/24/2002
This is some write... Excellent.
Reviewed by George MacLean Akurunwa 6/24/2002
Splendid! Superb! More greese to your elbow as we join to proclaim the love of Jesus!
Reviewed by Sanil nath (Reader) 6/23/2002
Hey Fritz,

Great .. i am proud that u wrote this and its a great thinking .. yes grown man always cry .. mostly bcoz of responsibility in then.

With Regards
Sanil

Reviewed by Jeanette Foresta 6/23/2002
Being grateful for what we do have instead of what we do not have is a powerful drug against the woe ways me syndrome. Some days I have to remind myself to decide to be happy. It is all in my head. Change what you tell yourself, change yourself.
Reviewed by jude forese 6/23/2002
do you think he really cries anymore?
Reviewed by E T Waldron 6/23/2002
This is such a splendid revelatory write, I almost don't know what to say. You are faithful to write what the Spirit has inspired and it will minister to many. Thank you
Reviewed by Marilyn Seray 6/23/2002
This was written so exquisitely, and the message loud and clear. thanks.
Reviewed by Linda Hill 6/23/2002
Oh wow....I cried all the way thro this...seems like I have been doing the same..I loved the stanza's where Jesus has His special place. You are extremely talented...gifted beyond words. God Bless You..May we both get our houses and stones all in place....God I hope so.
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