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Who is it that doubts His advice?
With the words that never will show;
Any knowledge to be precise,
For the Lord already does know.
Brace yourself and act like a man,
He will ask you so you can teach;
Because He has developed a plan,
For you to go with an outreach.
Where were you for the foundation?
Tell me if you have such insight;
A cornerstone for salvation,
That will make the future look bright.
Who determined the dimensions?
And who stretched a measuring line?
Do you know the true intentions?
The motive by the great Divine.
When morning stars together sang,
And all His sons shouted for joy;
Who shut the gates when the bells rang?
Before sea waves came to destroy.
But it burst through out of the womb,
When He clothed it with fluffy clouds;
But dark clouds took it to the tomb,
As witnessed by the angry crowds.
When God sets a limit for it,
And erects the bars and the gates;
If you confess you inherit,
You will receive part of what waits.
You may go there but no farther,
When your proud waves finally stop;
Just when you can call Him Father,
You can continue to the top.
Have you ever given orders?
To the morning for placing dawn;
Watching the sun from four corners,
On rising up and being gone.
Grabbing the edges of the earth,
Astonishing with each breath;
The dawning giving it new birth,
As the dusk is causing its death.
Copyright © 2017 Richard Newton Sherrer
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