When sudden disaster brings death,
The Lord makes fun of the despair;
As it may cause a rapid breath,
Since trials seem to be unfair.
The earth is handed to evil,
Covering the faces who judge;
As the prince becomes the devil,
Who continues to hold a grudge.
My days go by much more quickly,
They seem to merely speed away;
But they seem to be more sickly,
As I feel this body decay.
I do not see anything good,
Everything became sour;
Nothing seems to be like it should,
While living through each hour.
An eagle swoops down on its prey,
As the creature attempts to run;
But not likely to get away,
Since the pursuance has begun.
I will forget my complaining,
As I alter my expression;
Knowing what I am attaining,
Becoming not an obsession.
I dread so much as I suffer,
Because I have been found guilty;
But I look to God to buffer,
Since I lost my ability.
Why should I keep working so hard?
When I see negative results;
It feels as if my life is marred,
Because I am getting insults.
Someone like me cannot answer,
What the Lord desires to hear;
My body feels like a cancer,
That has been feeding on my fear.
No mediator but a judge,
If He would not terrify me;
An umpire without a grudge,
I would speak if I were fear free.
Copyright © 2016 Richard Newton Sherrer
