The Lord has abandoned me,
Since He seems to have ignored;
My prayer to earnestly plea,
For time I cannot afford.
Can a woman just forget,
Of the child from her womb;
Or would she then start to fret,
For the child in a tomb.
God still remembering all,
Engraved my name in His hand;
Picking me up when I fall,
That I am straight as I stand.
His children will hurry back,
Those destroyed will be decayed;
Beaten for what they did lack,
And because they disobeyed.
Look up, look around and see,
All His children have returned;
Doing things as it should be,
Obedient as they learned.
For the Lord swears as He lives,
They will wear them all like jewels;
For the victory He gives,
The wisdom to beat the fools.
Even though they are destroyed,
And their land is in ruins;
It is crowded where deployed,
The foe has paid for their sins.
The children taken will say,
It is too crowded for me;
Please make room so we can stay,
And then happier to be.
Then question, who fathered them,
Exiled and rejected;
God remembers to condemn,
Someone who has neglected.
C Copyright © 2015 Richard Newton Sherrer
