The Hope of Man
He has drawn His bow and took aim,
As he targets me for his game;
His arrows shot into my heart,
I felt the pain already start.
I have become the laughingstock,
By everyone as they talk;
There is no doubt what I can see,
All day long they make fun of me.
He has filled me with bitterness,
While tasting a sourness;
From the wormwood used in my drink,
That has made me to really think.
He grounded my teeth with gravel,
Then the desert I did travel;
And was trampled into the dust,
But I never did lose my trust.
Life as before has seem to cease,
My soul kept from enjoying peace;
I forgot what gladness could be,
And all the joys that we could see.
My strength perished the will to live,
But I ask God to please forgive;
All of those who I had to cope,
But not once did I lose my hope.
I always keep one thing in mind,
Grace from God leaves the past behind;
While His mercy will wipeout,
Any negative or any doubt.
The Lord is good to those who wait,
If seeking He will compensate;
Silently hope and He will save,
From resting in an early grave.
Copyright © 2012 Richard Newton Sherrer
The Hope of Man
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