A Life with Purpose
How can anyone say,
That the Lord is unfair;
Giving grace when you stray.
Showing that He does care.
So do not ever think,
Even if you are rude;
If thirsty you have drink,
If hungry there is food.
God will be always kind,
To whom He desires;
As He will ease your mind,
Through what He requires.
His choice does not depend,
On your effort or need;
But by mercy to send,
That would not turn to greed.
For there is a reason,
A purpose to be here;
A cause to be chosen,
To you that is not clear.
Demonstrate His power,
Go out and spread His name;
For we near the hour,
When Christ comes to reclaim.
A potter has a right,
While molding the clay;
For shaping as he might,
Want it to look that day.
For we are just a lump,
Of clay for God to mold;
If angered He could dump,
Us if we are too bold.
Copyright © 2011 Richard Newton Sherrer
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