This is what the wicked are like,
Those who always have it easy;
That have told you to take a hike,
The rich tycoons who are sleazy.
In vain I kept my motives pure,
Maintaining a pure lifestyle;
Always hoping God would bless more,
Keeping me not to defile.
I suffer through the whole day long,
Am punished every morning;
Asking just what did I do wrong,
Attacks that come without warning.
If I had publicized this thought,
I would have betrayed followers;
Contrary to what I have taught,
Makes it seem the standard lowers.
For as I try to make some sense,
It has been so troubling to me;
Makes it emotionally tense,
Blurry vision harder to see.
Then I entered the church of God,
Realized the motive of evil;
Understood about being flawed,
And desires of the devil.
Put them in slippery places,
Bringing them down to destruction;
As God shines favor and graces,
A Savior brings resurrection.
How desolate they have become,
Terrified judgments to demise;
From the swamp they are merely scum,
That the Lord truly does despise.
A dream turned into a nightmare.
Despised when the Lord does awake;
Enabled by setting a snare,
And be swallowed by an earthquake.
His presence is all that I need,
As my flesh and heart may grow weak;
Strengthens me so I can succeed,
For the righteousness that I seek.
Copyright © 2018 Richard Newton Sherrer
