Poetry

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Standing at a crossroad,
You did not even look;
Of what the Lord had told,
The way your father took.

For if you went that way,
Then you would have found peace;
And not having to stray,
Allowing strife to cease.

But you refused to go,
After you had been warned;
Of the danger to flow,
For the dead to be mourned.

When they sound the alarm,
You will only ignore;
Of the dangers that harm,
Hiding behind the door.

So I will tell the world,
Watch out for what God does;
As His plan is unfurled,
In changing of what was.

Richard Newton Sherrer

Copyright 2008 Richard Newton Sherrer

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