Cursed is Man
Cursed is a man, who trusts a man,
Making his flesh and blood his strength;
Conniving on an evil plan,
To persevere at a new length.
His heart turns away from the Lord,
Wandering through the wilderness;
Words of warning have been ignored,
As his lips taste the vulgarness.
He will not see of something good,
Living where it is hot and dry;
If ordered to do what he should,
He argues to understand why.
Bless whoever trusts in the Lord,
The Lord will be his confidence;
Since his needs will not be ignored,
And strengthen him for his defense.
For his roots will be running deep,
Not afraid of the summer heat;
He will be quenched by waters that seep,
Down into his deep rooted feet.
His leaves will turn a lustrous green,
As the area goes through a drought;
No other plant life has been seen,
Amongst all the deceit and doubt.
But for the tree with the deep root,
God will give tender loving care;
As it brings forth abundant fruit,
For all of the righteous to share.
Copyright © 2012 Richard Newton Sherrer
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