Living a Holy Life
Man withers just like grass,
While their glory fades;
And as the time will pass,
Their hope also degrades.
Flowers no longer bloom,
And the grass turning brown;
Storm clouds are painting gloom,
A smile turns to frown.
Hope changes to despair,
Anxiety sets in;
As a voice in the air,
Tempting them into sin.
But the righteous know best,
In not going that way;
Knowing they will be blest,
If they trust and obey.
Through His Word they are fed,
Ties that will not sever;
By what the Lord has said,
Faith will stand forever.
Richard Newton Sherrer
Copyright ©2007 Richard Newton Sherrer
Vote for this poem
Living a Holy Life
|
|
|
|
©2000 - 2022, Individual Authors of the Poetry. All rights reserved by authors.
Visit My Home Page | Start Your Own Poetry Site | PoetryPoem
[ Control Panel ] [ Today's Poetry - ALL Poets ] [ Search ]
|
|
