Poetry

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Seek the Lord while may be found,
Call on Him while He is near;
Listen closely upon His sound,
For honoring as you revere.

Let the wicked forsake their way,
And the unrighteous men their thought;
Their compassion making them stray,
For not doing as to they ought.

The Lord will abundantly pardon,
But our thoughts not how He thinks;
As our hearts have been harden,
From strong liquor that one drinks.

Neither our ways as His way,
Since Heaven is higher than earth;
As we constantly disobey,
Since the time we were given birth.

For as the rain and snow come down,
To nourish and water the land;
Vegetation acts like a gown,
The seeds sprouting at His command.

So shall that His mouth speaks the Word,
Not to be empty in return;
All creation it shall be heard,
As the faithful assured to learn.

And then you shall go out in joy,
Being led forth by hope and peace;
So allow joyful songs deploy,
As the praising will never cease.

Instead of thorns shall come the cypress,
Instead of brier, myrtle trees;
Everlasting sign to profess,
As the praises flow with the breeze.

Copyright ©2022 Richard Newton Sherrer

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