A Testament of Hope
My complaint is bitter today,
And I do not know what to say;
It is hard to hold the sighing,
As well as to stop the crying.
If I just knew where I could find,
The Lord to merely ease my mind;
I would go to where He does live,
And ask to lovingly forgive.
I would present my case to Him,
Showing how it has made me grim;
But also to give argument too,
The reasons why I had to do.
I wonder the words He will use,
As for the judgment He will choose;
But I want Him to understand,
It was not to break His command.
I rather escape His judgment,
And just start hitting the pavement;
Even though I cannot see,
He still knows just where I will be.
I might be the one to forsake,
But He knows which road that I take;
So another test will unfold,
And I will come out pure as gold.
Copyright © 2010 Richard Newton Sherrer
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