Sir Ricky's Inspirational Poetry Corner

Wisdom cries aloud in the street,

In the store she raises her voice;

For the variety of meat,

Using wisdom to make her choice.

Up ahead on the noisy street,

She cries out to the city gate;

“How long do you stand on your feet,

You have stress to alleviate.”

“How long will you love being simple,

How long will the scoffers delight?”

“Fools treat knowledge like a pimple,

Hating wisdom just like insight.”

If you just turn at my reproof,

I will pour out my wrath to you;

I will make my words so uncouth,

Being difficult to construe.

For you are refusing to hear,

I stretch out my hand, you heed not;

Although all my words are sincere,

It is iniquities you sought.

You have ignored all my counsel,

So, I laugh at your final fate;

As your name will be marked cancel,

In the Book of Life at the gate.

I will mock you as terror strikes,

When terror strikes you like a storm;

Being haunted by your dislikes,

Without warning one early morn.

Whirlwinds of anguish and distress,

Such calamity comes upon;

Every time that you transgress,

Invading you at early dawn.

Then you try to call on the Lord,

But He will no longer respond;

Any requests will be ignored,

Since you no longer have a bond.

You did not choose to fear the Lord,

And decided to turn away;

Rather than be in one accord,

Temptation had led you astray.