The Promise of a Sabbath
Time of rest and worship exists,
As the Lord our God insists;
Exactly the way you have heard,
As it is written in the Word.
Those who enter His place of rest,
Throughout the week have done their best;
From their work as God did His own,
Now with Him sitting on His throne.
We must make every effort,
To enter His place of comfort;
Then you will not be lost each day,
When you merely trust and obey.
For the Word of God is active,
And living not holding captive;
Being commanded by the Lord,
And sharper than a two-edge sword.
It slices through souls like butter,
Thrusts through spirits when you utter;
Chops up bones just like it was meat,
Into pieces for dogs to eat.
The Word of God judges intent,
Every thought with its content;
No one can ever run and hide,
From God if you do not abide.
Copyright © 2010 Richard Newton Sherrer
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