In the morning, it glistens,
At evening time, it withers;
While our Lord listens,
To the serpent that slithers.
We are consumed by anger,
But terrified by His wrath;
While we thirst and hunger,
Following the righteous path.
God is aware of your sin,
Even knows in what you hide;
Filth and corruption within,
To God you will not confide.
Throughout all of our days,
We experience the fury;
Frustrated, stuck in a maze,
Living life in a hurry.
All the days of our lives,
Are seventy or eighty;
Our years that seem to thrive,
On hardships that are weighty.
But even of the best years,
Are marred by oppression;
Causing confusion and fears,
By secular aggression.
Who can fathom the extreme,
Raging fury causing fear;
To the point that makes you scream,
And starting to shed a tear.
Think of your mortality,
So that you might live sagely;
Of conceived reality,
Rather than as enragedly.
How long will suffering last?
May the Lord give us pity;
And adversities go fast,
To journey to His city.
Let the beauty of the Lord,
Be extending His favor;
Remaining in one accord,
From joys of our Savior.
Copyright © 2018 Richard Newton Sherrer