On the Tip of My Tongue
The Spirit of God spoke to me,
And opened my eyes for to see;
As His Word was on my tongue,
As breath came out of my lung.
His Word was as solid as a rock,
Instructing me to teach His flock;
And writing it in a poetic form,
For making the cold hearts warm.
I was to write in the fear of God,
Worshipping in honor and laud;
And to be by the morning light,
As the morning sun rose bright.
So I write of creation of the land,
Of rocky mountains and the sand;
Of grass springing from the earth,
And creations He has given birth.
But also of the upcoming wrath,
For those traveling the wrong path;
By what God will have in store,
If you have chosen the wrong door.
Richard Newton Sherrer
Copyright ©2006 Richard Newton Sherrer
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