I kneel down as you bend low,
Our images weigh down;
As animals and beasts show,
And faces wearing a frown.
Image burdened and tired,
Together we will bend low;
Kneeling down is aspired,
To our God that we know.
We head toward captivity,
And unable to rescue;
Beyond our ability,
Impossible to construe.
Listen to me of your worth,
From the time you left the womb;
For being carried from birth,
Till when you enter the tomb.
Even when you become old,
The Lord will take care of you;
Even as gray hair is bold,
He will come to the rescue.
God made you and will support,
So, who can ever compare;
Is anyone would resort,
As much in showing they care.
Who does the Lord resembles,
So that He can be compared;
As every mountain trembles,
But the righteous would be spared.
Emptying a purse of gold,
To the silver on a scale;
The wealth that someone would hold,
Subs not for the Holy Grail.
Never bow down to worship,
You cannot serve two masters;
That could cause to develop,
A chaotic disaster.
Bear upon God and confess,
Take the yoke off your shoulders;
Surrender of your distress,
Carry not any boulders.
God brings His deliverance,
Not far when you trust Him first;
Humbled with a tolerance,
Fed when you hunger and thirst.
Copyright © 2018 Richard Newton Sherrer
