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I know that this is true, But how can a mortal; Be pure like morning dew, To enter the portal. Maybe have a debate, With God on one question; That could reveal a fate, What is His suggestion? God is wise in the heart, And mighty in power; Who would want to depart? As devils devour. Who wants to oppose Him? And still expects to win; When earthquakes on a whim, From His wrath due to sin. The earth shakes from its place, Makes the sun not to rise; A red moon from disgrace, As His wrath will despise. He stretches out Heaven, Walks on waves of the sea; Favor will be given, To those who are sin free. He made stars in the sky, To form constellations; Twinkle as if they cry, From the desolations. He does marvelous things, Miracles seem not real; Of goodness that it brings, Giving spiritual zeal. He has passed right on by, And have not even seen; I search low and search high, But knows where I have been. He takes something away, But who would stop or ask; Because you disobey, Negligent in your task. Copyright © 2016 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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