How would rend Heaven to come here,
That would cause the mountains to quake;
Would it be causing any fear,
As to a tsunami would make.
As when fire kindles brushwood,
Fire will make water boil;
Like a boy growing to manhood,
Are tormented by the toil.
Make your name known unto His foes,
That nations tremble His presence;
Because the Lord already knows,
About their outcome in essence.
When the Lord did such awesome things,
In which we never had looked for;
The mountain tremored as He brings,
A huge tidal wave to its shore.
From of old no one ever heard,
Or comprehended by the ear;
As what is written in the Word,
For building the faith to revere.
For no eye has ever seen God,
That faith does act for those who wait;
Continue to honor and laud,
That any wrath seals not your fate.
You meet Him through your righteousness,
Who joyfully work for the Lord;
To reward with His blessedness,
While living in one accord.
Those who remember in His ways,
And spiritually disciplined;
He is angered by one who strays,
And has continually sinned.
We have become who are unclean,
Polluting our righteous deeds;
Disbelief for what is unseen,
Because the heart and mind impedes.
For we all fade just like a leaf,
Iniquities are like the wind;
Deception causing disbelief,
Since we have not been disciplined.
Copyright © 2019 Richard Newton Sherrer
