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No glory unto me,
Because it was not I;
To the One we not see,
Glory is unto He.
So we will all proclaim,
For His mercy and grace;
Glory unto His name,
Who gives a sweet embrace.
Why should the nations say,
Where would their God be;
With idols that they pay,
Hearing just men decree.
Our God has a place,
And it is in Heaven;
He knows of what we face,
His help always given.
Their idols made of gold,
And made with human hands;
Speaks none what I am told,
Only human commands.
It has a mouth and lips,
But it can never speak;
Never tells any tips,
For whatever we seek.
The idols may have ears,
And probably has eyes;
But never sees or hears,
Nor a brain to be wise.
Our God will condemn,
Those who make and who trust;
So if you worship them,
You will burn with your lust.
Copyright © 2014 Richard Newton Sherrer
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IDOLS of LIFE
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