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Why does God still find fault,
When Jesus gave His life;
Even though we exalt,
But are still filled with strife.
Who would ever resist,
What God would want to do;
He is why you exist,
So show respect all through.
Who do you think you are,
In talking back to God,
And think you will get far,
Without honor and laud.
Should the small lump of clay,
Talk back to the potter;
Why making me this way,
Get a mold some other.
A potter has a right,
Make what He desires;
Depending on insight,
Heart and mind acquires.
If God wants to show rage,
And reveal His power;
To release from it cage,
Could be any hour.
To us God owes nothing,
It is us who owes Him;
Although we are longing,
A life as not so grim.
A matter hope and pray,
Having faith and belief;
That you will soon someday,
See a stressless relief.
Copyright © 2013 Richard Newton Sherrer
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