Poetry

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I will take my stand at my post,
Station myself on the tower;
Looking for the heavenly host,
I am not knowing what hour.

Because concerning my complaint,
Waiting for the Lord to respond;
With a vision without restraint,
For making it plain from beyond.

Writing a vision making it plain,
So he may run by who may read;
The wisdom and knowledge to gain,
With the caution that one should heed.

The vision waits appointed time,
To hasten the end not to lie;
Serving as judgment over crime,
Assures that righteousness will comply.

Behold, his soul is lifted up,
It is not upright within him;
Living by faith, he drinks a cup,
That fills him with spiritual vim.

An arrogant man never rests,
As he transgresses on a wine;
Evil thoughts in his mind infests,
The glory of God cannot shine.

His greed reaches down into hell,
Like death he is never satisfied;
As he gathers up in a spell,
In Satan he is glorified.

Copyright ©2022 Richard Newton Sherrer

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