Poetry

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The day comes when it burns as a furnace,
All of the pride and work from wickedness;
Causing them to stumble as they shall burn,
For the wrath of God is so swift and stern;
But for them who revere Him as over kings,
Righteous sun rises as healing in its wings;
You'll go like the young heifers and frolic,
Treading over the wicked that are diabolic.
The time will come maybe not that faraway,
As the wraith of God deals with who stray;
You know who stabs others in the back,
They succeed with their planned attack;
Gloating in pride with dastardly schemes,
Taking a power craving ego to extremes;
Having walked over others to get ahead,
Usually very arrogant and a hardhead;
Some they are usually not conscientious
Our time will come all who is righteous,
As the Bible foretells us what was read,
Soon it will be our turn be able to tread.

Richard Newton Sherrer

Copyright ©2004 Richard Newton Sherrer

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