The gods did not make Heaven,
They shall perish from the earth;
If something they have given,
Will never hold any worth.
It is He who made the earth,
By His power and wisdom;
Establishing a new birth,
Of His heavenly kingdom.
For by His understanding,
Had expanded out Heaven;
For His Word was commanding,
Direction it had given.
When He utters of His voice,
A tumult in the waters;
As you hear the earth rejoice,
From its sons and daughters.
From earth He makes the mist rise,
He makes lightning for the rain;
As clouds are filling the skies,
Thunder is sounding its pain.
The wind brings forth its treasure,
As man is stupid and foolish;
With false gods for his pleasure,
Such people that are mulish.
They are worthless vanity,
And a work of delusion;
A touch of insanity,
Within their own seclusion.
In due time they shall perish,
But not the true living God;
Whom we should always cherish,
Giving Him honor and laud.
Because He had formed all things,
Promising we inherit;
Rewarding for what one brings,
With their trust and their merit.
Gather bundles from the ground,
You who dwell under a siege;
Plea to the Lord to abound,
By giving you some prestige.
For the shepherds are boneheads,
The pastors became brutal;
Scattered flocks while in beds,
When awaken become futile.
Copyright © 2019 Richard Newton Sherrer
