Direction of Trust
Cursed is the man, who will trust,
People who make flesh and blood;
To strengthen with earthly lust,
Which is filthier than mud.
They turn away from the Lord,
Going on a worldly quest;
And protected by a sword,
To build pride in each contest.
He will be just like a shrub,
That grows within the desert;
And remaining like a stub,
One could trip on and get hurt.
He will not see what comes good,
Since he will live in a place;
With no fruit as Eden could,
And God not shedding His grace.
Bless those who will trust in God,
Having Him as their confidence;
Giving Him honor and laud,
For they will reap abundance.
Just like a tree by a stream,
Water nourishes its roots;
And giving God their esteem,
To harvest luscious fruits.
Copyright © 2010 Richard Newton Sherrer
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