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The god Hades bows down,
The god Nebo stoops low;
Their statues have a crown,
But they will never know.
The gods that you carry,
A load for weary people;
And seems a bit scary,
If you might be feeble.
You escape not their load,
Being a captive fan;
Your desires have glowed,
Keeping them in your plan.
Please listen unto me,
That ever since your birth;
You are too blind to see,
The false gods on the earth.
God has been taking care,
Of you since you were born;
And is willing to share,
While here to sojourn.
Even when you are old,
God will take care of you;
As your life does unfold,
Turning gray in virtue.
To whom will you compare,
As an equal to God;
Would another thing share,
Or heal where you are flawed.
People pour gold on scales,
And made into a god;
The craftsmanship entails,
Fabricating a fraud.
A material world,
That many do embrace;
Idols are being hurled,
Taking God's rightful place.
C Copyright © 2015 Richard Newton Sherrer
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