I know that this is true,
But how can a mortal;
Be pure like morning dew,
To enter the portal.
Maybe have a debate,
With God on one question;
That could reveal a fate,
What is His suggestion?
God is wise in the heart,
And mighty in power;
Who would want to depart?
As devils devour.
Who wants to oppose Him?
And still expects to win;
When earthquakes on a whim,
From His wrath due to sin.
The earth shakes from its place,
Makes the sun not to rise;
A red moon from disgrace,
As His wrath will despise.
He stretches out Heaven,
Walks on waves of the sea;
Favor will be given,
To those who are sin free.
He made stars in the sky,
To form constellations;
Twinkle as if they cry,
From the desolations.
He does marvelous things,
Miracles seem not real;
Of goodness that it brings,
Giving spiritual zeal.
He has passed right on by,
And have not even seen;
I search low and search high,
But knows where I have been.
He takes something away,
But who would stop or ask;
Because you disobey,
Negligent in your task.
Copyright © 2016 Richard Newton Sherrer
