The Lord has loved you;

But have you loved Him;

For Scriptures tell true,

But you are so grim.

You hate your brother,

And have laid him waste;

For beasts to bother,

Buried to make haste.

We are all shattered,

Ruins to rebuild;

Your people scattered,

A void must be filled.

God will tear it down,

The Lord is angry;

Because of your frown,

Not happy to see.

For your eyes shall see,

Say “Great is the Lord”;

Your heart cannot be,

Not in one accord.

A son shows honor,

Serving his father;

But is a goner,

Going out farther.

Where is my honor?

And where is my fear?

When he is a fawner,

No longer is near.

Is it not evil,

Offer sick or lame;

Meant for the devil,

That you might proclaim.

Seek favor with God,

For feeling His grace;

To honor and laud,

Feeling His embrace.

Someone shut the door,

Kindle not fire;

No pleasure to cure,

Of your desire.

The Lord will accept,

What is in your hand;

Only if you kept,

What He did command.



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