Poetry

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Let us return to the Lord,
For He has torn us apart;
Once again in one accord,
Allow Him into your heart.

He has wounded and will heal,
Curing you so that you bind;
He will fill you with His zeal,
Giving sight whence you were blind.

He revives us in three days,
Raising us up from the dead;
If confessing when one strays,
Awakening from your death bed.

Let us strive to know the Lord,
Before He has come and gone;
That His presence is ignored,
At the coming of the dawn.

He will come to us like rain,
Like spring showers on the land;
Comforting to take the pain,
Troubles from daily demand.

What am I going to do?
Your goodness is like the cloud;
Vanishes like early dew,
Fading away in the crowd.

God used prophets to cut them,
The ungodly with His Word;
For judgment is to condemn,
Who insults what they have heard.

He desires loyalty,
Rather than a sacrifice;
To treat God with royalty,
And nothing else to entice.

We transgress the covenant,
Because we have disobeyed;
And have been so defiant,
The Lord is feeling betrayed.

Like raiders wait to entrap,
God has seen us defiled;
He will not take any flap,
Anyone who is His child.

Copyright © 2018 Richard Newton Sherrer

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