The Lord spoke with His hand on me,
Warning me not to walk in the way;
Of those who conspire to be.
Who do not fear wanting to stray.
Do not fear what they fear or dread,
A confederacy that they say;
Evil desires that are fed,
Continually disobey.
They shall be a sanctuary,
An offensive stone and stumbling rock;
Puts you in a mortuary,
When following all of their talk.
It becomes a trap or a snare,
To those that could be persuaded;
Their lure makes it sound like they care,
As promises have soon faded.
Many shall stumble as they fall,
While being broken and snared;
Enticed and spellbound to enthrall,
Being misled what was declared.
Bind up all the testimony,
Seal the Law among disciples;
Dispelling all that is phony,
For enlightening all the peoples.
I am waiting upon the Lord,
Who conceals His face from my house;
With the hope I am not ignored,
As I give comfort to my spouse.
I and the children whom the Lord,
Has given me signs and wonders;
Draws me closer in one accord,
Avoiding all of the blunders.
Others inquire of spirits,
Mediums and wizards that peep;
Trying to impress with merits,
That they are doing in their sleep.
Should not the people ask of God,
For the living and not the dead;
Praying as you honor and laud,
The true and living God instead.
To the testimony as taught,
They will not abide in His Word;
For only darkness they have sought,
With deaf ears to what has been heard.
Copyright © 2018 Richard Newton Sherrer
